I've never really been eagerly waiting for Chinese New Year to come for a very very long time now. I remember when I used to be a little girl, I used to get so happy to doll up on the very first day of CNY, being all pretty and clean, big huge smile my face, so eager to meet up with my cousins and relatives from a far, fireworks, yee sang, gambling sessions, angpaus, visitations, bak kua, new clothes, cookies, mandarin oranges and as well as the yearly, lion dance.
Yes, this year, I do hope that things will be like how it used to be when we were all little. How all the family members gather around, catchup and just have a great time apart from our busy lives. How I wish that my brother can be back here with us to celebrate CNY together. And I am now still stranded in Kampar, all alone. I'm longing to go back home right this instance. I miss the smell of CNY. I miss home.
Inspirations.
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