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Monday, December 08, 2008
its that time of the year again. when big, massive, huge, over-the-top countdown parties are being held. when people get crushed upon/smashed/jostled upon/whatever u can think of, and complain to the newspapers the day after that they have been molested, that they have been pickpocketed, what not. :p

don't call me a wet blanket. sure, i enjoy countdown parties. but somehow, i don't like countdowns. it makes me feel as though there's not much time left. not much time left to finish whatever i want to do. to finish whatever goals i have not accomplished yet. 

and as i countdown to the new year, i suddenly think, what have i done in the past 12 months that made me feel accomplished? have i wasted it all? have i been able to spend the past year fruitfully?
nicky ♥ 1:36 PM