Jurong Steamboat

Day 2 of Chinese New Year.

When I felt the Christmas spirit a month ago, I thought maybe finally, I’d be in the mood for the Chinese New Year, but admittedly, things aren’t looking too green, at least from my side. For one, my maternal grandmother isn’t looking too well – her hospitalization two weeks ago, and subsequent discharge just days before the Eve revealed a very torn, tattered and fragile soul, the remnants could be mistaken as downpayment to Hades. But death, is only the beginning, for my grandmother’s only younger but opportunistic sister, has begun manuvering herself into cashing in, a bid for the flat to sell – in order to protect her own children, who are admittedly, not doing very well financially – and in the process, displacing three of my aunties and uncles who’ve basically foregone their dreams and pursuits in servitude of my grandmother (my grandmother is probably the last true Peranakan matriarch). Personally, my third ex re-entered my life yesterday when out of reciprocity, I returned his New Year wishes. While his intentions imply a signal to reenter my life, particularly my romantic life, at this point of time however, my feelings towards him, remain platonic at most. Even though Andy’s ~~may not be~~ no longer an option, my romantic ambitions for Andy still exists, unlike those for Jsen. But you know what? You can look at life from one perspective, you can look at life from another perspective. I choose the perspective that’s bright and sunny, and besides, I’ve got a plan, and I’m keen on realizing my next step of my dreams.

It was really nice of Keidi to invite me to her place for a Chinese New Year steamboat dinner with her and her closest friends. I’ve only had one other steamboat dinner at someone’s place before, and there was wayyy long ago, so as you can imagine, I was a little clueless. I’ll just let the pictures do the talking.