And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear,
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.
I’ve lived a life that’s full.
I’ve traveled each and every highway (LDP, Sprint, Kesas, NKVE, Maju Expressway (formerly KL-Putrajaya), Federal, KL-Seremban);
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, I’ve had a few (not exercising enough, not eating enough fruits);
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried.
I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing. ( I laughed after I cried and I’ll love again someday)
To think I did all that;
And may I say – not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
January: Got my hair chopped. I’ve not had short hair since I was 15 years old. Got mixed reaction from different people after the haircut. I just wanted a change, that’s all. I believe getting rid of split ends will do me some good.
February: Neighbourless. Family next door moved out.
March: Sawadeekap! Visited Bangkok – City of Angels with my colleagues (now ex). My maiden trip overseas with friends, without parents.
April: Mr.Bad Guy totally ruined our trip to Bali. I won a 2 night stay at a hotel in Bali, and got myself complimentary Balinese massage at another resort for 2 and he just blew it all away. So…God is fair, He paved something else for me. I explored other job opportunities. Interview. Interview. Interview.
May: Job offer. Job offer. Job offer. Can only choose one. Resigned.
June: Petrol price hiked to RM2.70 per litre. New job came just in time to cushion the after-effect of rising fuel as distance from house to new workplace is cut by half. Rode the bicycle after more than 10 years of not riding one, almost fell into a deep drain as I came zooming down the slope. Mr.Bad Guy disappeared for real. It didn’t happened immediately but I think the last I actually had a normal conversation with him was around this time. I sometimes think to myself what wrong I’ve done to deserve to have a guy always disappearing despite knowing that I love him very much. This has taught me a very dear lesson. I’m more sceptical when it comes to guys. Whenever I see a particular car model, a particular colour of the car, I’d look at the car plate…wishing it would be him, and at the same time, wishing it isn’t him. If you would ask me if I still love him, I think I still do, if I dig my heart hard and deep enough. I’ve pushed the feeling down and out of my heart as much as I can. If you asked me if I’d marry him, I don’t think I would if I were to think realistically. The probability of him disappearing when we get married is VERY HIGH. Did the bravest thing this year – GOT MYSELF BRACES. I don’t know why but 2008 to me is all about braces. If you’d ask me now if I can live on braces, having it binding my teeth for the rest of my life and if I’m okay with it, I think I can say I’m ok with it because I’ve gotten used to having it now that I think I won’t be used to it when it is taken away from me. I know I’m crazy. And may I say…I LOVE MY DENTIST! I really do. Sometimes I wish he’s young and single.
okie, so June was a rather stressful month!
July: I became 26. Had my first blood test. Not painful at all? Still cannot believe it. I’m a AB+. Mr.Bad Guy actually had the guts to treat me like I do not exist on my birthday. It sucked. No birthday wishes. No nothing. I even texted him to appear like a pain in the ass in his eyes. Reminded him that it was my birthday, only to have no reply from him but a message kept in the SENT folder staring back at me.
August: Attended Avril Lavigne’s concert in Stadium Merdeka with colleagues (now ex).
September: Yokoso Japan! Perhaps one of the best trips I’ve had so far. It’s hard not to love Japan. Thanks to Pappy who stubbornly insists that we go on annual family trips and practices it religiously throughout the years. Had a fantastic time with my sister, Iris. She’s back to the UK again.
October: Enjoyed being “ji mui” for my friend’s wedding very much. One of the nicest weddings I’ve attended so far. Gave me hope that love is all around. My maiden road trip out of KL, in which I played driver to 4 other passengers. We went to the beach. Flew a kite. Got bitten by some insects, scarring my leg right till December 2008.
November: Took a few days off to be with parents in Kota Kinabalu. Step foot on Tip of Borneo. Watched Roger Federer played in the Showdown of Champions, Stadium Putra Bukit Jalil. Hair rebonding.
December: Worked till 3am on Christmas Eve (or rather Christmas Day). My maiden longest working hour in the entire Gracie’s working history. Relived my childhood with a new found old toy – The Penguin Race or Jolly Penguins (as labeled on the box that I bought).
2008 was quite okay for me. Hoping 2009 will be better. I will be 27. *stares at the mirror* I don’t think I look or act like my age. Don’t really know if that’s a good or bad thing. More people around me are getting married. Sometimes I feel the pinch. Sometimes I don’t feel the pinch but my mum makes me feel the pinch. Sometimes I get so fed up, I pinch myself. My love mantra for the new year would be, “If you dream hard enough, the right one will eventually appear. Slowly but surely.”
Reading predictions for the year of the bull for people born in the Dog like me would be a good year for career and financial luck will be on my side. Love luck will not be as starry. I might meet someone but don’t think it will be a solid one, at least for next year.Would like to think of it as I will get to meet someone, we may not hit it off right away but it will only get stronger.
Well…no matter what the forecast says, I’m just going to do what I think needs to be done. I’m going to venture into business. This is only so much that I can tell you until I kick start it for real. It’s still in the starting from scratch status and lots of research to be done. Going to start small. Don’t care if it’s going to work but I just want to do this.
May you have a moo-ing new year!
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