Depart for CNY

I supposed that Chinese New Year should be abuzz with all the red stuff, and of course my favourite Mickey Mouse. Well I don't know, I hope so. Moments ago i was packing my luggage and suddenly i learned that, I didn't have enough new shirts and pants.

I heaved a long sigh as if the Twin Tower had been precariously stricken for a few seconds. You might say, girls are never pleased with clothes they have. Well i don't know, the truth is i'm not that agitated for Chinese New Year.

It's not about the tops or bottoms, though i really want to get more of those. The thing i don't really like about Chinese New Year is the lonesome of missing someone I've lost a long time ago. It's not that kind of forlorn like in heartbreaking drama; still it reminisces of some memories that are still vividly emblazoned somewhere deep inside.

It might have elapsed by time, or maybe one day later I might be too old to recall those past memories..

To my dearest cousin

You will always have my heartfelt blessing

Happy Chinese New Year