That's right.
My aunt was my saviour. I actually had no new clothes for cny and had pretty much planned to wear my usual clothes out. Luckily, Da Yi bought a skirt that I could wear and soooo I wore that with a spaghetti top. And I wore shoes that were bought last year but I had never worn them. Umm, so that is just for today & I'll reuse my previous cny clothes for the next few days.
The day started out good, then I kinda had a small quarrel with my mom. All was well afterwards tho. Yi Yi Pei Lee was supposed to come pick us up to go to my grandma's house, aaaaand she came an hour late. After reaching popo's house, we /Popo, Da Yi, Uncle Ambrose, Ade, Jie, Edward and I/ went to Adou's house.
It's tradition to visit the eldest in the family first. Hence, Adou.
We chilled there for roughly an hour or so...? I can't remember. I just remember hiding in the kitchen, eating bak kua and helping my grandma out with making the popiahhhhhs. I also remember feeling pretty sad about the fact that I can't communicate with Adou. She's about a hundred years old and she's pretty frail. All I said to her was "Gong yi wa sai" Which is Hainanese for gong xi fa cai. None of us will ever be able to understand what is going on inside of her head.
Then we went straight to second Ah bo po's house. Like, wow, the food is just hands down the best. My relatives on my mother's side are all good with food. Love love love eating there and chilling there. My uncles are all so friendly and funny, damn it feels good to be there. Buuuut, I'm still pretty reserved when I'm there. Tho I am starting to open up a little bit :)
Edward was cranky and kept expressing his discontent with him being outside, so after we left second Ah bo po's house, we sent Edward home and told him we'd pick him up later for dinner. Uncle Ambrose wanted to drink coffee, so we went to Dempsey Hill for tea at P.S. Cafe. Damn was the food great.
P.S. Cafe
We headed back to polo's
-okay, so I stopped here, and I can't remember what I wanted to type.... SO THERE IT IS-

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