There was a time I used to spend Chinese New Year every year in Sibu together with my grandma and my dad's huge family. And when grandma passed away, we stopped going back. Instead of Sibu, we spent CNY at Miri. I loved how some long distance relatives of mine would stop by and there, my parents would have a long conversation while we,the kids would just wait patiently for our red packet (aka "ang pau"). That go on for almost 6 years if I'm right. The next thing I know, I left. Maybe I was too young to understand this idea of moving, maybe I was curious, or maybe I'm just too excited for the change but since few years back, I started to recall how long has it been since I missed all those great time. It's been 4 years. Although it may sounds like it's just yesterday I left, there's so much things has happened. No doubt, I've lost all those excitements. Plus, this year CNY without my parents, I did felt lonely at one point. The first time is always is the hardest. But, I'll be OK. I will be a-right.


p.s. May God bless the loved ones and the people in Haiti.

the song of the moment: We are the world 25 for Haiti.

comment? / top