I used to love lunar new years. Food and 'ang bow' (red packets stuffed with money) does make a happy little kid. Every lunar new year, it has become a sort of tradition to visit relatives to collect more ang bow. But as the years come along, the number of relatives to visit annually has become lesser and lesser. And lunar new years turned from festive into a dash of cold reminder that the human life is fragile. Ah... depressing stuff, i shall stop now.