You and me and me and you and me.
The past year has really flown by – I suspect being constantly busy at work has got a way to dulling your senses and leaving you dazed (though not quite confused). It feels like I was grasping at straws, trying to save what was gone.
Except that there was nothing to be saved, really. 2007 has been an unexceptional year for me – it was all about humdrum routines and rote procedures.
I should give up going to bed early on new year’s eve, because the loud fireworks and crazy revelries from partying young adults stumbling about drunkenly in the neighbourhood are bound to wake me up anyway.
And so, the transition from 2007 to 2008 has been a really strange one – in the sense that, I cannot shake off this uneasy feeling that maybe – just maybe – something big (and evil) is going to happen in 2008.
Trust a woman’s instincts, I say. I am nervous, and it is just the first day of the new year.
I wonder how the remaining 365 days are going to be like (I almost forgot that 2008 is a leap year).
I hope that by the end of the year, I will be able to re-read this entry, heave a huge sigh of relief, and kick myself that all my worrying has been for naught.