(SOH – Sydney Opera House)

this time last year, i was the midst of my 9 hour wait for the infamous fireworks display at sydney harbour bridge. after which, i was forever done with crowds and countdowns, since i’ve attended the mother of all crowds and countdowns, and fireworks display.

this year, i might be in bed before midnight being the party pooper that i am. while others can take off in this lull period before the new year, it is the most hectic time for people in my profession. i’ve been at work since boxing day and the intensity doesn’t let up. but i have to qualify, i am quite excited about the new work year. i’m in charge of areas that are aligned with my personal interests and the office dynamics in the new work place seems quite promising.

today i officially end my no pay leave and cease to be enrolled as a student at melb uni. after the new year public holiday, i’ll start earning my keep.

for now, i have to conclude my 2-year holiday and count down to the geek’s return at midnight.

i went to sc’s new home today. she lives at the 39th floor of the new hdb blocks along commonwealth. its pretty.
i want my own love nest too!

sc’s wedding lunch was the first wedding event of a close friend that i’ve attended. i missed her solemnisation ceremony cum celebration last year being away. congrats sc and mc for the beautiful luncheon. you were beautiful!

these days i often get asked, “what are you doing for christmas?” although christmas day last for only 24 hours , i don’t think the question pertains to only the 25th of december.

having two festive periods i.e. public holidays occurring within a week of each other (christmas and new year) it gives people the chance to take extended leave if not, at least allow productivity to slow down to a grinding halt and not be brought to task.

and when people have the opportunity to be collectively relieved of work, they come together to celebrate ‘non-work’ more than anything else. in the broadest sense, christmas for me is a month long celebration of love, friendship and thanksgiving, the chance to follow up with expressing appreciation in gift-giving and most of all, basking in the company of those who matter, all of which incidentally revolve around a lot of stuffing of face.

its time once again to be moody. this time, it hit hard. i pictured losing people who mattered to me, not in a vulnerable insecure way, but through untimely death.

i pictured myself mourning at their funeral, chocking through the eulogy i delivered.

this was not a dream, this was a projection.

if pills have been produced and prescribe to elevate physical pain, why can’t pills also be prescribed to ease the shattering pain of the heart. one of these days, pms is going to kill me with broken heart syndrome.

(http://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/Press_releases/2005/02_10_05.html)