am due back at work in 7 hours.
:(
had a smashing 12-day break, infused with alcohol, emo-ness, tim-sum, food, computer games and good conversation.
even cleared up my room a little. but didn't read as much as i'd like to. i think i read more pages of the books i've acquired recently in the bookstores i bought them in. didn't wash my car. i did squeeze in a trip to the gym and church though.
i swear i had more pensive thoughts to write down here tonight. but i'll let a post i wrote 2 years ago speak instead.
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the tragic truth behind new years day
...is the fact that, despite the numbers on the chart changing, everything ever really stays the same. no fresh starts for anyone. unless you've earned it, or deserved it by some divine blessing, you're pretty much stuck where you are.
new year's eve was more or less a repeat of last year's swim in a sea of people. except this year, the ocean of revellers seemed a whole lot bigger and i was pretty pooped out after the cooking session earlier that evening.
perched on a flimsy "balcony" in the middle of westminster, with two very drunk, rambling girls, ck, hy and her boy, we sat and watched the firework smoke clear. no new year's kiss, no poignant revelations, nothing much to show for all the bright lights and thunderclap explosions.
i had been planning to start a complete makeover of this site or maybe rearranging the furniture in my room. but i couldn't think of a good enough reason to go through the whole painstaking process. somehow, maybe superficial changes might mask the fact that nothing's really new afterall, but the changes i really need right now, involve a whole lot more effort and fate than a countdown and fireworks.
in any case, here's a toast to 2004. like a kiss with a hot chick with bad breath, i'm grateful for what i got, but it was unpleasant to say the least and i'm f*cking glad to get it over with.
