Jason, point blank, said, "You are not coming to dinner tonight."

Mean. I don't like my brother very much now that he's a full fledged adult, with his own car and his own disposable income. He's downright jerk-ish these days.

So now, I'm left scrambling for my little black book, to see if there is anyone I could drag out for Chinese festivities tonight. Considering the late notice though, I doubt it.

Happy Chinese New Year, y'll. I wouldn't mind a red packet or two. Not to mention some of Mei Ling's mother's fried spinach leaves, the curries, the satays, dried pork strips, kueh lapis, etc. In fact, Chinese New Year care packages will go down very nicely this weekend.