What a weekend

This is a crazy yet enjoyable weekend. For the longest time, I haven't been feeling the joy of meeting people.

Miguel came back from Madrid. He spent his Christmas and New Year over there, his home country. Colin and I met him for a drink on Friday night and shared our experience over the holidays. So there was this little tradition in Spain at new years eve. During the period when the bell swings 12 times to make 12 pounding sounds, people need to swollow 12 raisins in order to get a good year. Now people, you guys have a year to practise.

After the Meteor Garden, I am poisoned by another series, the Full House. Although this is a Korean series, it is still very touching. The more I watch it, the more I understand the meaning in between, the prettier is the love, the sadder I get. Well, only I know how to write a good movie report to discuss about everyone's characters. There is happiness that's speechless, but there are also pain at the bottom of their hearts.

There was a Chinese New Year special concert at the Skydome on Sunday. The only thing that surprised me was the touching moment of how Visa students miss home. At that instant second, I realized how long I have not gone home for chinese new year. I was crying uncontrollably when they started singing the song, A letter to my parents. "Papa, mama, how are you? Are you doing well back home? Are you busy at work lately? Toronto is good, and I am doing well. Please do not worry about me. I really want to come back for the new year as well, but I am occupied with the work in there. Remember to take care of yourself so I don't have to be worried. I know I am lazy that I don't write a lot, but I will send you emails. Take care"