After finishing this picture about a quarter to one, I had a big surprise.
Palmyra san posted a comment and a new year greeting on my oebbs, a few mins shy after midnight!
I’m so glad tis ‘auld acquaintance’ has not forgotten. And it’s grand to see a message from Palmyra after so long.
I don’t actively celebrate the new year because
1) I don’t like to drown in a sea of people. Gaah! Especially when they pound your feet flat in the mosh pit and everyone’s sweat mingles with everyone’s sweat.
2)Will my presence make a difference in such an event? Yes. The retailers and SMRT can hear an extra ka-ching!
3)Lazyyyyy… … zzzz
I do remember and think of the people and events that have happened though. Reminiscing those little and big things like snorting Pepsi out of my nose when I was in secondary school when YY said something funny and bitchy. Or how lilac always comforted me when I threw tantrums in junior college. Haha, I’m not going to forget 1wRong’s “Stop, stop my back’s going to break!” when I gave her a dinosaur-hug.
I still think friends are made by chance and that makes them so precious and so special.
I admit I’m pretty spoilt and never bothered to send a card nor reply sms.
Ouch. Ok, I deserved that.
These friends are the treasures in my heart because to make a friend out of a stranger is itself a miracle of chance.
So now, what did I do on new year’s eve…
I did not go out.
I stayed home to rest after the Chinese herbal detox. (The physician didn’t warn me!!!)
7 times to the toilet will result in anal soreness. (…Retribution for finding the uke’s plight funny)
And 7 times to the toilet is a very exhausting activity to indulge on new year’s eve.
Read some scandal-laden book. (The Monk- it’s classic literature man!)
Surfed some internet.
And slept. Again.