Lunch time thoughts

What do you people do during lunch time?
I'm having my lunch time now, and guess what I did?
I was just randomly going through the blogs of HK Artist, and saw a post by Cilla Kung about Chinese New Year.
Gosh ! I miss Chinese New Year!
The moment I saw the photo she posted about her outfit for CNY.
I don't know what was it that I felt, but it made me came here!
I feel like talking about my CNY. (;

CNY was always a big thing for me! ha ha. Yes, one of the reason is I'm Chinese.
Though, the fact that I'm Chinese is not the main reason.
I love CNY so much it's because of the things we do for/during CNY!!
Shopping, Cleaning, Having meals together, catching up with each other, games, fireworks, and more!

It was always a tradition in my family that we would head back to my hometown to celebrate.
When I was younger, the whole TAN family would be back few days before CNY and our house would be full with people. it would be noisy but merry at the same time. (:
Every morning, I would hear TV sounds when I open my eyes!
Daddy would take away breakie for the whole family! speaking of breakfast, my hometown has the most awesome food! ha ha. at least, to me it has! *drooling by just the thought of it*
After breakfast, kids would be playing, parents talking meanwhile nagging children to shower and be prepared for this BRAND NEW YEAR (in Chinese Calender) with everything new!
(: Mad Love.
Mummy would always dress us up like princesses. floral dresses, lace socks, pretty hair bows, cute bags...those are my childhood memories. She would do me & my sisters hair, and make up and snap photos of us at every corner of the house that she had decorated !
Daddy is ALWAYS the first to be done, and always out YUMCHA with his friends! yes! on the 1st DAY of CNY. ha ha. Though, he knows exactly the time to come back! C; iloveyoudaddy.
AngPaos were given, blessings were said... and then it's PHOTO TIME ! ha ha.
The gossiping, talking and discussion on who's house to visit first, will come later.

Day 2, wife are allowed to go home to their family and celebrate. :)
Daddy would drop us, go yumcha, and come back around noon at 3-4pm.
I'll always remember the face he had when walking into the house because the SUN is super HOT at that hour. Don't ask me why, Sun tends to be hotter at CNY and at my hometown. LOL. (People always say that! it's weird... not even scientifically proven ;p)
I will totally have tons of fun with my cousin.
Back when we were younger, video games, ipad and psp weren't that much of a hit.
We'd played games that involve us, physically! and it's sad to see that kids nowadays didn't get to enjoy those.
Like, the Fire & Ice, Hopping Ropes, dressing up, the restaurant game.. so much more !
Ahhh, memories ~ (;

After Day 2 of CNY, the rest would be a repetition  of Day 1 or Day 2. (;
But it still is FUN. Being able to connect with your family, though doing the same things, but with different memories produced, it's the best!

It's a time for family to reunite, reconnect and stay together even though you don't get to see/speak to each other often.
Some, even being able to see the elder ones once last chance...
2010 was the worst CNY of my life.
2011 was the first CNY I had without him.
It ease a bit to think that he's just working in another country, and is sooo busy that he couldn't make it back.
but hey, who am I kidding? Somehow, a part of me - the smaller part - despise the other part for being such a coward for living in denial.. I often choose to ignore the smaller part.
It's okay you know, because all that he has left with me, all the other 20+ years of CNY I had with him gave me enough memories.
Enough for as long as I shall live. (:


I remember,
one of the CNY, while we were heading out to pay relative a visit.
It was the teenage years you see, where you dress up in FULL.
Hair checked ! Make up checked ! Falsies & Contacts checked ! Dress checked ! Nails checked ! Heels checked !
you know what I mean?
So, I was wearing my heels.
and my father said to me :
Daddy : Cong, can you see that flower over there?
Cong : Yeah..
Daddy : Is it pretty?
Cong : Yeah..
Daddy : Will it wither one day?
Cong : Yeah, of course.
Daddy : Well then, Beauty is not forever.
Cong : *speechless, cause I finally got his point*

Daddy was never really fond about the idea that I dolled up too much.
I have no idea why, but I was a fool to ever feel that he is being too old school.
I actually, really do miss the way he nags me.
He would say : 穿这样美做什么？ 见官吗？*then smile...

I would pay any price to hear it again.


love, cong.

The Beginning of The End

Hi blogspot,

It's been, a while. I hope everyone is fine.
I'm fine, myself. Currently, still recovering from whatever I'm left with.

I guess, I will blog again. Like I said before, one day, I will blog again, and I guess today is the 'one day' that I mentioned before.
Don't ask me why. I'm not too sure either, I just suddenly felt like, this is the time?
Like maybe I should stop wasting time, and start re-blogging again.
I mean, because of this blog, so many memories were solidified in here, kept forever (unless, of course Google decided to delete this page)
Hence, I should start blogging again, to store memories starting from today, cause I know I do not wanna miss a single word, a laugh, a tear, a second in my life

So, here I am, blogging again.

I've been missing too much. 
All those that had happen way before this blog entry, after that incident - The Beginning of The End,
I would and could have written it down, here. 
To think that I have lost that much of memories, I feel stupid...

What should I start with?
I think I really need a meaningful post, to sort of 'REVIVE' the whole blog.
LOL.
Okay, just kidding.

You know what people say when you try to hold on to the memory you wanna remember, so hard, you eventually forget?
That is what I'm afraid of.
I'm terrified, horrified that I will loose all those memories about him.
Isn't it always the case? I mean, Yes, of course, some stayed, but NOT ALL.
and I want ALL of them save with me, even after 20 years later, or maybe the day of my last breath! still clear as crystal.
I'm being a melo?
No, no, truly, I do.

Hence, I wanna make it sort of like a daily routine.
A single entry a day that talks about him, or stuffs he did for me and us...
Just so I can read it all again, if one day my memory deteriorates.

I remember, 
He would knock on my door every Monday morning - he works in another state, and only comes home at weekends - and give me my allowance.
His tone, always gentle and soft - even, at times, when I'm being an awful daughter and argued with him.
And the way he knocks on my door, I can tell it's him just by listening.
Because, it's always a gentle knock. 
He's a man with huge hands, I cannot imagine how a man can knock on a door that gently.
That knock on my door, I wish I could hear again...