A brand new year. I’d hate to begin anything with something as cliche as this, but hey, I just did.
Fuck it.
It’s now 2004 (damn, I did it again) and I don’t feel any different. It’s still the same old me, stubbornly with no new year resolutions. I don’t make new year resolutions. There’s no point. I did in the past…but well, it’s anyone’s guess what happened.
I spent the countdown horribly sick with tonsillitis at home, watched Pirates of the Caribbean dvd with Mum (dozing off half the time), feeling absolutely unexciting and terribly unglam. Meanwhile of course, friends partied and watched the more exciting fireworks out-of-their-homes.
It’s ok really. I have never been one for partying anyway. Oh yes, and the other reason I felt so unglam was because I was in a sloppy tee (with holes and patched sleeves) and those black FBT shorts. Oh, and also because my thigh was wrapped in those yucky Chinese ‘die ta’ medicinal bandages ’cause I pulled my muscle as well. So I looked, felt and smelt horrible. Mummy didn’t mind though…duh. My dogs didn’t mind too. They smell as well.
So I crossed over to 2004, feeling horrible but wonderfully loved. Now this is me feeling optimistic. Haha.
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But I digress.
I must state here that ***I am still home***, though going away soon. And this blog exists for a couple of reasons:
1) I am going away soon, and will not be home. And I’m dreadfully afraid of losing touch with family, with friends (despite friendster.com) and the other assortment of people one usually picks up through that journey one calls ‘life’…ahem.
So this is the little effort I make to keep them near me, so that they know what I am up to, so that they know I AM NOT DEAD YET.
Really, despite what I always say, ultimately, people matters.
(Fuck, this is not some self-help shit lah k)
2) I like to write.
3) It fuels my ego to see my words online. My ego needs very little to satisfy it.
4) When my ego is fuelled, it makes me happy. I like being happy. (Ok lah, to those who really know me: Sometimes I also like being unhappy. So?)
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