“Zui zhong yao hai yan mou si.”
Enter The Fat Dragon movie
Translation: ๆ้่ฆๆฏไบบๆฒกไบใ/ The most important thing is that we are safe.
“There’s a spider on the – one, two, three, four, five…. twenty third step,” my brother reported, sitting on the staircase next to me.
“Kill it lah.” I reply, squeezing grey water out of my cloth.
“It’s Chinese New Year,” he replies. “I’ll just let it walk away–“
“Aiyarh. That is just a superstition– DUST ON THE TWENTY-FIRST STEP!! Wipe this one. We are both born on the twenty-first!”
“Now who’s being superstitious?”

Chinese New Year spring cleaning is a tedious task for most people, but it’s different for our family. We manage to make it fun and exciting every year. Here’s how:
We notice the little things.
“Ew! I didn’t know there was SO MUCH dust behind the beds! Accumulated throughout the whole year?โ
โI vacuum behind the beds every week.โ Mom replies.
โThatโs even worse!โ
We get to position ourselves anywhere we like.
“Tired.” One word from dad, and he lies face up on the newly mopped dining room floor.
We can blast festive music throughout the house.
It’s our tradition to play Astro’s 12 year Zodiac animal theme songs (Here’s the link! https://youtu.be/GhuvmCyt33c) on our father’s computer at ultimate volume, so that it can be heard throughout the house. It makes spring cleaning less dry and more fun.
However, one piece of advice – enter our father’s room at your own risk!
Finding angpow money.
“Gasp! Old angpao from aunty. Whoa! Last year’s angpao from mom! Eih… this one is from three years ago!… I must say, I have awesome money hiding skills.”
We can snack on Chinese New Year cookies while spring cleaning.

25 January 2020
“Rachel, do you like cheese?”
“Urgh!” I frown at my brother. “You know I don’t. Why do you ask?”
“Nah, just wondering. We have a can of cheese biscuits over there,” he pointed at nowhere in particular, but I was carrying the vacuum cleaner in one hand and a bucket of dirty water in the other, so I didn’t bother to ask further. “But try these.” He opens a can of cookies in front of me, and places one in my mouth, since my hands are dirty. “You’ll like this better. Isn’t it lovely?”
I pause to savour the taste as the first chinese new year cookie I’ve had this year hits my tongue. “Yes,” I say. It is such a treat, when I’ve worked so hard. “What cookie is it?”
“Cheese cookies,” laughs my brother.
Our family has weird customs.
Every year on Chinese New Year eve, during the cleaning of the front porch, you will be doused with a bucket full of water when you’re not looking.
I am scrubbing the porch floor with a broom. My mind is focused on the floor, dotted with soap powder. Scrub scrub scrub scrub scrub. Scrub scrub scr– SPLASH!!!
“Oi!” I yell, soaking wet from head to toe. while my brother’s laughter rings behind the wall, just out of sight. “That was too strong a wave!….. Wait. Where did my glasses go?”






