I was really really thrilled to know that my favouritest (not that this word exists but I need a superlative to highlight the reason for my excitement) novel by Cecelia Ahern Where Rainbows End is finally coming on screen. I have loved that book so much that I keep regretting having sold mine. These days I actually thought of picking it up again but I have to go to the library to borrow it. That book is a major reason why I love writing postcards and notes. I look forward to the movie and hope it is going to be a sweet adaptation.
This CNY, I realised many things. I realised I have always envied families who go out as a whole for CNY visiting, or those who invite many relatives and friends over. I realised I am very afraid of the coming of CNY because CNY simply means watching movies and slacking at home for me. I love to watch movies, there is no doubt about that. Perhaps I just don't appreciate the latter because there is so much to face head-on. I hate the silence or otherwise awful hurlings at the dining table. I hate how I need to pretend to be hospitable to people I dislike. This year, I hid in my room when people I did not feel comfortable with came, then I was accused of being stubborn and impolite. Sometimes I really wonder if being myself is of imperative or being polite is. Whichever the case, I want to confess that I really feel tired and unhappy this CNY. The worst is that I feel that no one can understand because everyone I tried to rant this to tells me I should go home because it is CNY after...
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