No surprise that I haven't done much. I went to Chinatown the night before to see the lights and soak in the crowd. And obviously, didn't do a single piece of homework in the entire day... Chinatown was fascinating, because I haven't been there for several years already. So many new eateries have sprung up. There are modern pubs and shops catering to tourists, and a very expensive Tintin shop. Yet underneath Ll the glitz and glamour of the new year, Chinatown remains unchanged - people hawking, both the old ones remaining and the new immigrants from China and the young twentysomething's. Litter underfoot as people accept or casually flich melon seeds, peanuts, roasted chestnuts, eat, and throw them on the floor. But overall, the experience was a good one. I haven't had much time with my parents, so this was a good opportunity to take part in something with them.
I also learnt how to sympathise with ezema sufferers. Lately, there's been a really itchy spot on the back of my right knee, nd I've been scratching at it. There were warming signs, all of which I ignored. The skin turned an ugly shade of grey. Then a line of red appeared. Then ugly red welts suddenly came out, like miniature volcanoes in a sea of desolation. They oozed, with pus for magma, and new ones were threatening to erupt. The alarm bells finally started ringing, and I have to control my desire to scratch the area. It's not as easy as it sounds.
I've also just listened to [那些年] a few times through, and I see why people are so in love with the song and the movie. Somehow, the song resonates with me too... I sort of understand what the story is trying to say even though I didn't watch the movie. And I feel like watching the movie now..
好想想象的是在现在，因为不想错过。
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