New Year's Eve 1231 2023

Passing the New Year’s Eve.

I have not had a so-called proper New Year’s Eve celebration for years.

• End of 2022, bunch of Bridge enthusiasts who just lost the game were in a hotel room watching football game and eating Chinese takeout.

• End of 2021, I barely remember. About that time, I was trying to make things better, writing reflections, and telling Khaled that I found Daredevil super cool.

• End of 2020, in the heist of quarantine and 12 am curfew, I walked to Leuven downtown, singing Beyond’s Amani, shouting “happy new year” to the young biker guys and old woman who were passing by on Brusselsestraat.

• End of 2019, regretedly E and me never spent New Year’s Eve together. I was in Beijing, chilling in my room while my parents watching Alan Tam and the Five Tigers of the Wynners.

• End of 2018, just got back to Roma from my first solo trip, eating poorly cooked Barilla.

• End of 2017, freezing in bedroom, trying to catch up with application deadline.

• 2016, no memory, probably staying up late at school after New Year Gala.

• 2015 was by far my favorite. Bunch of old friends, still had not figured out what high school was, yelling, singing, taking pictures on the school field. 如果有来生以及更多

Not a good pattern. Let’s make sure 2023 is the worst.

I do wish it could be like what’s in the TV for once. Snowy, crowds gathering on the street or friends squeezing on a sofa, warm atmosphere, crying out loud, and hugging and kissing…

Anyway, time to chant “Always look at the bright side of life” with a retroflex R. Happy new year.