It’s that time of year again.

Day 1. The Big Second. The Pivotal Start to a Brand New Beginning.


Which meant that what’s gone is gone and that I should probably start putting up my New Year’s resolutions, only to forget about it come the start of February. But what’s there to put up anyhow? Same old, same old, I’d say. Be a Person should head my list, the way it led the others into a wild plunge towards the army of Unbecoming. Year after year.


Well, it’s the New Year anyhow. It’s 2008, and it’s just about as big as any passing and coming of years, and I should make the most of it. Even if I’ve somehow caught the cough and a rather exasperating runny nose (the type where you don’t quite have boogers but actual water dripping down like failed waterworks), not to mention having the worst night of yester year. And Industrial Training starts tomorrow. Ah, the well and proper start to a brand new year.


It’s the New Year and I should probably put up a review of 2007, which I would do now.


There wasn’t much about the past year; I didn’t remember much of it anyhow, and the first half went like every semester of college, with much assignments and the fair few emotional problems, most of them typically pathetic now that I think of it.


But at May it was finito; college ends and Uni starts, and I said goodbye to many I’ve now lost contact with, though not quite lost as in completely forsaken; only the window of communication and talk shrunk to just as much as a 20 cents stamp. But that’s the way that I know it; wherever there’s change there’s loss, but there’s always gain, and there’s always those maintained even if it trickled away.


And then I transferred from a prim and proper institution into a factory site they call a university, but it’s all fine. Good teachers, great friends and a sleuth of some very interesting characters, like they’re smack out of bizarre-town.


I’ve learned new pointers in writing, and I think I actually improved in my drawing: not that it’ll help in anything. My old laptop died and I got a new one, and the old laptop got revived and is now dad’s. My steadfast Mp3 player got lost and I bought a new one, which is pretty much the same only with more memory space (and a speaker at the back). I got my first article published in the paper, and while it’s nothing worth commemorating or be proud about, I guess it’s a good start.


And the death of Max. And the arrival of Marley the Rastafarian Pup.


The best part of 2007? I don’t seem to have any. I think, on the whole, as every year had been; it was a good year, and I’m glad that I’m at the life I’m in.


2008. It started with a cough, a sneeze, and couple of hours turning in bed in a futile attempt to sleep. And while it’s shitty, from the popping sounds of fireworks and the passing cheers of people in their celebrations, I guess sometimes we can’t help but smile at the coming of things.


Happy New Year.