Gosh, Thursday has come and gone.

I’m sitting down here typing… with a pile of ang pow for the family members. Now I know how much I need for new year.

Talk about big family… my dad comes from a family of six boys and two girls. Chin Jin’s dad comes from a family of eleven siblings. Then mum’s… (I’ll stop here… I still want to sleep tonight)

Well, today was a rushed job… I got up at 6am to send my car for service, and then worked frantically to try to finalise the dinner seating and at 10:45am to the hotel to meet the piano tuning guy. While he was tuning the piano, Chin Jin and I had brunch and worked some more on the dinner seating arrangements.

Soon, at about 12:30, he was done and we paid him. Apparently, he is also tuning the piano for Michael Wong’s concert. We had the cheek to ask if he had any connections to get tickets… no such luck.

Anyway, we were soon off, back to my studio. Worked on the wedding ceremony programme and went on the print it out. I rushed back to get somethings printed at the print center, and met my dad, who found that the wood shop had already closed for the day. So we went together to try our luck in Taman Melawati. In the end, I bought some mounting board. I spent 2 hours reinforcing the board with engineering techniques learnt from physics class (material physics) and I think I did a pretty good job.

“They should have consulted me for the MRR2 project,” I joked with my dad. Coincidentally, the TV was airing a NGC(National Geographic Channel) programme on construction in Japan. *raise eyebrows*

Anyway, I also learnt that Ang Pows are given in pairs. Some Chinese meaning of always being a pair (husband and wife). So there, I had to double my output… I wish I knew this earlier. I had the impression that we both gave ONE out to everyone. Well, we all learn things all the time. It’s not too late. I dug out my cache of old but crisp bank notes. Now that wad of cash is kind of thin… *smile*

It’s 10 minutes to 12. I havent written my speech… ahhh… no more time already. Well, just one more day of bachelorhood. The question remains, - “Would I freak out?”

For now, I think not.