Two days ago, a madness seized me, and I decided that Saturday evening was a good time to make my virgin foray into Chinatown. Needless to say, the massive crowd left me dumbfounded. As I battled hard and long for my own breathing space, I tried to take in the atmosphere of it all. Between standing on a bench to watch a wayang, and peeping through a small hole to watch a movie the old-school-cinema way, I've decided that it's fun being Chinese.

But I wonder for how long more will these traditions hold out. Mickey Mouse is starting to make it's debut on the Chinese New Year paraphernalia.