How do you know when you are reaching the end of your youthful pre-thirty years? You start to embrace your inner auntie, like Tym. You also start thinking that "maybe a paste-up cherub of a Chinese boy with his hands locked in gongxi posture" is a good way to dressing up the home.
Me? I passed that stage long ago, and my wife and I are actually making plans to go down to Chinatown to buy goodies and to feel the buzz. You know what is even more auntie (or uncle)? You start thinking that it is a good idea to go to Johor Bahru to get your goodies, because Singapore so expensive one.
Yesterday, I was cutting across Chinatown on my way to meet the best friend to do wedding stuff, and though the New Year stalls weren't fully open and the streets weren't fully crowded yet, there was an unmistakable buzz in the air. The next thing I knew, I was telling everyone I met that what I really want to do this Chinese New Year is to pop down to Chinatown one of these evenings and re nao, re nao (which roughly translates as to partake of the noise and excitement). So far, my enthusiasm has been greeted with gasps of shock and horror, and Wahj declared today, "Your inner auntie is coming out.