Over here it seems some have also started their own tradition of the Spring Break.
Paul : So when are you going home for Chinese New Year?
Wu : Oh please, I never go back during that time of year.
Paul : What?!
Wu : Such a horrible time.
Paul : Did something bad happen last year?
Wu : Not really. But I just have to escape. Can't stand the New Year. All the relatives. All the neverending questions!
Paul : You're avoiding the family reunion all because of a handful of questions?
Wu : Yes, maybe I'll go to Bali.
Paul : Turning your back on a millenia of tradition just to avoid the marriage question. Seriously.
Or should I call it the break out.
One step and then I'll make my quick escape!
Turns out she's not the only one who makes an annual escape to gentler climes. Quite a few of my own colleagues, especially the singletons, have made plans to avoid the reunion dinner. One even concocted a work project to run on indefinitely through the entire fifteen days.
All because of the questions. 'When are you getting married?' I've heard of insufferable excuses but this surely takes the cake. With my far-from-eligible seniority, I'm certainly no stranger to such impertinent questions - think the annual interrogation with straps and heated spotlight - but I haven't booked that runaway ticket to Bali as yet.
Steel yourself for the inevitable dammit.