A cup of tea... anyone?

I ALWAYS get CNY blues. It's sure to hit me every year.

I remember growing up how we all wake up early to help mum with the cooking and baking and cleaning up. And we will put on our new clothes proudly. I remember how our neighbours (who are significantly wealthy than us) will have loud lion dance shows with fire crackers and my brothers and I will curiously peek over the street to have a look. I remember those CNY musics with singers that have ever so perfect voices flaring on the television while we entertain the guests. I remember I got so bored waiting for guests that my brothers and I will often predict who would visit us next. I remember going back to my grandparents' house and having the pre-CNY dinner with all of the extended family. It was crazy to see a house packed with people and a table full of a variety of dishes. I remember visiting my 2nd aunt and warning me not to eat the sweets on the table fearing I might pack on the pounds.

Sigh. Even though we do have a small party here in Australia, it's never the same.