When I was young, the significance of such holidays was for the family to go out and have fun.
But that was a long time ago, and now in my adulthood, holidays are meant to be depressing.
Sorry but I didn’t mean to rain on everyone’s parade, but the holidays for me just sucks.
I would take a pass or ignore invites from others and would rather just rot at home, and watch my collection of old movies.
I have lost count the number of times I’ve watched Aliens Quadrilogy to De Niro’s Raging Bull.
I’m better off pondering over my life and the misfortune of it.
Yeah I know I’ve to count my blessings with what I have, as my life could turn out far worse.
Still I would ponder on life little mysteries such as why am I getting lesser paid than some ang-moh doing the same job on the project, or why is my hairline receding so fast, to why my attempt at growing a goatee always turns out bad.
That sorts … Oh boy I’m getting all emo-anal now. Watch out world.
Holidays just sucks!
