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{January 1, 2011}   NYE 2010

this post is for d (who checks my blogs regularly and gets disappointed with erratic updates).

in the afternoon, we essentially had a very good offering of food at the potluck lunch. among other things, the highlights are

the pie (by k’s mom)

NYE Lunch 2010 17

begedil (by my helper)

NYE Lunch 2010 18

mutton rendang (by m’s mom)

NYE Lunch 2010 2

hmm…ok  seems like none of us cook. anyway, the real feature of the lunch is the catch up with both d in ny and e in edmonton at the same time with skype 5.0 (beta free trail)

catching up with them inadvertently also means tormenting them with the feast that we have and they can only see.

NYE Lunch 2010 10

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NYE Lunch 2010 5

yay for social networks and technology that really closes the geographical distances across time zones. may we meet again in person in 2011.

the later part of the day was spent at yet another gathering that usually ends past countdown and into the new year. i ate less at this one since i was still stuffed at the big lunch. this get together also features the meet up of friends who are based overseas.

i’m glad for these intimate and cosy settings for festivities. i’ve been to those massive countdowns with concerts, loud (often bad music) and even with fireworks exploding overhead, i didn’t really enjoy them.

ushering in the new year is more than just a flip of the page of the calender for me. i think the significance lies in the feeling of arriving at a milestone, a closure to the year (especially a difficult one) and an optimism that what has been left to be desired can be done better. in essence, a fresh start and a second (third, fourth, fifth, nth) chance at getting it right.

the concept of a countdown and being awed by fireworks witnessed by the collective millions adds to the upbeat outlook of the year ahead as a shared experience. whether or not the euphoria sustains is not critical here, but at least there is the initial high of emotions and energy; like the first propulsion away from the wall in an olympic sized pool. sometimes, we need that foray to carry us through.

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