OK. Remind me again why I had agreed to go visit my daddy's aunt.
The folks over there likes to pull me into their conversations. Since they conversed in dialect, I could only understand them (by nodding my head ferociously in agreement) but unable to join them.
Despite several POLITE refusal, a lady (whom is known to be a relative of mine, but I have no idea who she is), kept offering pineapple tarts to me. The sight of the "yellowish-hardened-sunny-side-up-look-alike" provoked my nausea sensation. I don't blame her. Because she doesn't know whats the history behind me and the pineapple tarts. (Believe me I don't wanna talk about it.)
But the good side is... (Yes I'm money minded). LOTS OF RED PACKETS!!! HAHA!!! =)
Happy New Year PEOPLE!
Love
Jean