The year of the Rooster.

Those born in the year of the Rooster should get something with a Dragon to supress the clashing of the bickering fowl; Apparently Roosters are very quarrelsome birds, So it's not a good year for those Rooster people - One can only wonder how a Dragon would resolve this conflict? If you're wondering how I know this, my mother and cousin are Rooster babies. Never really understood the logic behind the superstition. Perhaps I should take an effort to know all that.

Somehow I have this feeling that our culture will end with my generation: I can barely speak my dialect, and I'm not sure what my relatives are called in it. Honestly, how many of us do? Large gatherings like New Year visits would have me calling everyone the universal "Uncle and Auntie". Should my grandmother still be around, she would probably say something, in Cantonese, like, "Even the vegetable seller at the wet market is an Auntie!"

I mean, no offence vegetable auntie. I love my greens. They give me my daily supply of fiber and keep me strong. I faithfully have my Veggie Stew every Lunar New Year, and abstain from meat every Fridays if I remember. Even my name sounds like the word in Mandarin/Cantonese. Which gets me thinking why do we eat that Veggie Stew every New Year? I should find out..