How time flies! Before knowing it, we are almost in the final quarter of 2021. And it's also been about 18 months since I had last returned home in February of 2020 to celebrate Chinese New Year.
I'm dearly missing all my family and friends. It seems such a long time ago that we could sit down together as a big group to enjoy our reunion dinner; to go out together, to play together.
How I miss the pre-pandemic days - the days where the word Covid-19 didn't exist. Gone too are the days when my loved ones could come over to Singapore to watch my concerts, to lend me their wonderful support.
My greatest comfort now is that they're still able to keep tabs on my activities online, and of course I'm thankful we can continue to stay in touch through WeChat and WhatsApp. Yet there's no substitute for the personal touch of face-to-face interaction, where I can have real conversations with friends and kin, where I can see them up close. I miss all of that badly.
How I wish the pandemic can be over quickly, so I can return home. I've skipped a year of spending Chinese New Year in JB, and I just hope I am able to go home to be with my relatives and dearest companions by the next Chinese New Year. How much would they have changed by then, I wonder? Will everyone still recognise me?
I can only hope.
In the meantime, I'll be sure to take good care of myself here in Singapore. Sending my love and regards to Malaysia, that all of you may also take lots of care, especially as the situation is severe right now. My ardent wish is that when I return, all of you will be fine.
Please stay well.