I love you, Stranger.

I feel soooo happy tonight and am still unwilling to go to bed to end this wonderful night.
How i wish such happiness can be a standstill and never go away.
Every single moment is as beautiful as every single note dancing gracefully in Chopin's nocturnes. (yea, it's because of all of you, young people :))
No worries. No rushing around. No stressing about stress.
So in peace with myself.=)
W.O.N.D.E.R.F.U.L

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Baked some brownies.
Although it's kinda failed, but memory that searched back to the time when the 3 Ng-rascals spending time together until late midnight just to bake some CNY bisicuits, is indeed a tender way of relieving my recently stirred-up homesickness.
(Oh for years, my parents rarely need to buy any biscuits as we pretty insisted on baking those ourselves.)
It has become some kind of 'tradition' that runs in my family every year.
And now, it is a point of remisniscence of mine.
Every single piece of such memory remains fresh and vivid.
As if, it just happened and passed by yesterday.
As if.

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The Me in me is a long-lost stranger tonight.
But somehow,
I love you, Stranger.