Looking forward

I start the New Year with a stuffed nose, itchy throat and random sneezes. It's okay, I'm trying to remind myself I don't have to make it any worst.

Resolutions at the start of the year are really an artificial start, but for the heck of it, I have mine.

(1) Think more, think twice, rationality. (contrary to think less, feel more, someone else's resolution.)
(2) One month challenge - I drink ONLY water for a whole month. (been lapsing into the whole coke light rubbish again.)
(3) Keep a written diary as long as I need it.
(4) Patience with the piano.
(5), (6), (7), (8) are personal.

That really seems like quite a lot of resolutions. It's always like that - starting off the New Year believing that you can say goodbye to all vices at once and do a complete restart.

For the first time in a long time, New Year's Eve wasn't spent at ES', with people being stuck overseas, with boyfriends, families, mugging etc. Instead, I spent the first half of the day gymming and hanging around Vivocity with Kev, whinning as usual. (got myself a new planner!), before heading over to ES' - his house has been taken by his sister's party instead.

Post choral /piano music geeking exchanges, we drove up to Kent Ridge Park for dinner (Moe- I didn't stall!). It was an attempt to avoid the crowds, so my last dinner of 2007 consisted of char kway tepw (was a bit irritated that the uncle gave me fried noodles, instead of the normal boiled ones I requested for, but decided to let it go since it was NYE.), nasi lemak, garden vegetables, and the 1cm x 1cm portion of egg white which ES accused me of depriving him off.

Kent Ridge Park is ironic, ironically pretty. The awesome bird's eye view of the harbour from atop a hill of tall green trees is a product of sea/air/light pollution from the Singapore industry. And it holds memories of better-yet-not-so-better times of pounding up its slopes. An exhausting climb up, but a rewarding sight. I visited the place much less frequently in 2007, hopefully more in 2008.

Es decided he would rather spend the final hours of 2007 with 'people he used to know' rather than 'people he doesn't know', so countdown was spent at Christine's professors funky shophouse at Mount Sophia, a small gathering of 8 girls and 1 guy. JY created the first drama of 2008 by hugging me, pulling me earring and then spilling champagne. Post-cleaning-up-the-carpet, the New Year greetings resumed. I shamelessly asked everyone to hug me a better year, and 'Have a better year, please' they all said. So I'm trying to look only forward. =)

Minutes after settling into the 2008, we reminisced upon our younger days by playing card games and charades. At five thirty am, I accomplished my first 'first' of 2008- getting acquainted with the roads along Kallang, Mountbattan, Serangoon and all other 'ulu' places because we got lost driving.

'Okay, I think I probably have rather poor sense of direction at times.'
'No you HAVE a poor sense of direction.'

Then I did something rather impulsively (excuses again!) as I drove home, then slept the morning of the new year away.

Happy New Year.

I shall now take a long shower to wash off old sins.