If you were a manticore escapee whose name had an 'X5' prefix, and you squinted really hard, you might be able to see me yawning in bed in the background while this was going on. Not that I don't get New Year's Eve, I've just never really been that excited by it. I mean, every time the sun goes down, and rises again the next day, it's a new beginning; isn't it? Why does everyone go crazy on this particular one? Do they only consider the direction of their lives this once a year? That's kind of odd to me.
Usually I at least stay up till midnight to see the $5M fireworks in Sydney, but at 11:56pm 31st Dec 2008 I thought to myself "I'm tired", and swung my legs into bed instead. In my defense, I'm pretty sure I had a mild case of heat stroke after sitting in full sun and 40°C heat for an hour and a half earlier that afternoon watching a football match Dad had tickets to at the local stadium.
Still, the fact that I didn't pay the occasion much attention at the time has been nagging at me ever since, and I can't help looking back at some of the things I did do this last year. For my own benefit, I'm listing them here:
- Recovered (mostly) from the events of Dec 07
- Travelled to England, and Paris
- Went paintballing for the first time
- Got a new job
- Started a blog (another first)
- Completely re-arranged my room
- Made a decision to give my hand a go at being a fitness instructor
Of course, when pondering said events, what naturally follows in the mind (even for the senile) are new goals for 2009:
- Complete aforementioned fitness course
- To blog more regularly, and also do so in video on my youtube channel
- Read more (at least one book a month)
- Take more photos
- Go to bed earlier
- Be a better friend (I'm lousy at keeping in touch with people)
- Continue trying to be more comfortable and confident with being myself
Oh, and buy a cactus. I don't think I can kill a cactus.
