the hottest time of year is here again— and that's not "cool speak" for sexy. it's chinese new year and it's literally so hot you could cook an egg on your skin. this year's festivities, i'd say have been turned down about 10 notches. or maybe it's me who feels that the holiday becomes less and less festive because everybody's all grown up and married off to their husbands.

whilst i must admit that i am always incredibly enticed by the notion of sitting out a year (or two), the guilt of not appreciating all the time i still have now with both my grandmothers sets in pretty damn quickly and begins gnawing away at my heart. to me, filial piety is the worst kind of curse and one that i (as asian offspring), unfortunately, can never be rid of.