I was sitting at a big table, you know, those you have at Chinese restaurants, big and round, like how people thought the moon was, big, round and flat.

I was sitting opposite an aunt. She's one of those people in the family that talks too much. Every extended family have one. It is something that every extended family must have. A compulsory, sort of. A rule set by God.

So she's speaking, I mean, that's what she was made for. To speak forever and forever. To talk and talk.

Then I looked at her husband sitting next to her. And something came to me. Would one ever be embarrassed of his / her other half. Because I thought, to have someone acting like a know-it-all as a spouse, that's not really good, is it? No, to me that's not good altogether. Its not good.

And of course, being in this era where everyone is self-centred, I thought of myself. I thought, had I been embarrassed over someone. I wasn't sure, but I thought I did. I felt bad. But I am glad.