I miss breakfast at Changjiao where there is doujiang and youtiao every morning with mantou and eggs. The taste of warm doujiang in the cold winters is especially delicious.

I miss gathering around the circle with qiu han, cherntze and meng jiao while exhaling our breathes to see a huge puff of smoke emerging (cos it was simply too cold).

I miss my 牛角酥。

I miss lunch and dinner at Changjiao where we would have 8 dishes and 2 soups. The aunts at Changjiao are really great cooks! I guess my appetite increased greatly during the stay there. Heh.

I miss the times at Changjiao where we would spent the nights there watching movie ( 17 again, White Chicks) while munching on tidbits.

I miss the times where we would play stress in the night and scream at the top of our lungs like nobody's business. I miss the times we would call out for our stress stations.

I miss the times where we would play childish games like SNAP with johnny's Uno cards til they were tattered and torn. Even the kids thought we were 无聊 enough to have came up with such a game.

I miss the times I used to bathe with the gas-powered heater in the cold winters where I could see the blue luminous fire right before my eyes.

I miss shivering in the cold while bathing.

I miss seeing yellow rusty water falling out of the tap every morning when I brush my teeth.

I miss washing clothes in the cold and getting my hands all numbed.

I miss wearing four layers of clothes every morning and gloves.

I miss being in the same dorm at Changjiao with qiu han, cherntze and meng jiao.

I miss opening and locking the weird dorm door that refuses to lock or open properly everytime.

I miss seeing the high school guys playing basketball early in the morning at Changjiao.

I miss the times we sat on the rocks by the riverside and gazed at the stars in the tranquil nightagainst the beautiful backdrop and the cricket's singing. I miss the times we watched fireworks before our eyes while gazing at the stars.

I miss the times we walked in the darkness with only a torchlight in our hands and screaming whenever a dog howled or something in the dark moved.

I miss the times where we would watch the fireworks dance before our eyes and we would tear because we were touched by the beauty and shortlived-ness of it all.

I miss the times where we would go down to the shops to buy tidbits as if we lived our childhood all over again.

TO BE CONTINUED...