First and foremost, happy new year everyone!
It's been a way filled with ambivalent emotions, sporadic moments of fun, needling uncertainties and challenges and perhaps it is with a quiet sigh of relief that we see the fitful year of 2006 fade as uneventfully as it came.
New year never really felt anything special, other than the numerous parties that come its way around this prolonged festive season. As much as we would like to behold "old" time and "new" time (such is the reason for counting down), we tend to forget that time is ever-flowing as our breaths and there is no natural watershed to time, just a man-made, intangible creation of a symbolic leap from year XXXX to year XXX(X+1).
I spent new year's eve doing something rather ordinary, minus the fireworks, alcohol fumes and hysterical hugs all around. I finished "The Blind Assassin" by Margaret Atwood. I started it in 2006 and finished it in 2007.
Poignant (as always). Beautiful (as always). Delicate (as always).
I was contented.
It's been a way filled with ambivalent emotions, sporadic moments of fun, needling uncertainties and challenges and perhaps it is with a quiet sigh of relief that we see the fitful year of 2006 fade as uneventfully as it came.
New year never really felt anything special, other than the numerous parties that come its way around this prolonged festive season. As much as we would like to behold "old" time and "new" time (such is the reason for counting down), we tend to forget that time is ever-flowing as our breaths and there is no natural watershed to time, just a man-made, intangible creation of a symbolic leap from year XXXX to year XXX(X+1).
I spent new year's eve doing something rather ordinary, minus the fireworks, alcohol fumes and hysterical hugs all around. I finished "The Blind Assassin" by Margaret Atwood. I started it in 2006 and finished it in 2007.
Poignant (as always). Beautiful (as always). Delicate (as always).
I was contented.
