What’s a sporadic blogger’s prerogative these days when a year’s about to end, you ask? Enter the somewhat obligatory, somewhat nostalgia-inspired and somewhat boredom-induced entry with a retrospective tinge crammed up its wazoo. I was going to get this post up alongside a new theme, but to be completely honest with the two to four of you who’ve been waiting, I’ve not been arsed to do any work on it. So enjoy the default blueness while this entry trudges along. It won’t seem so clinical after a few minutes. Promise.
Default statement of observation: There are less than 24 hours of 2009. Shocking, I know. I myself almost slapped my palm to my cheek and dropped my jaw in surprise at the very thought of it.
This year has probably gone by more quickly than any other I can remember, though I’m quite sure I’ve said the same thing in the past. A lot has happened this year, and I’m not quite sure where to start, what to say, and where to finish. So for all those who intend on high-tailing it out of here once you have even some idea of what my year’s been like (riveting stuff), 2009 has seen me: 1) land two jobs, 2) go through a few relationships (and by a few, I mean two), 3) become progressively more misanthropic and impatient, and 4) completed another year of a sub-par arts degree. Place a “spend more than $5000 on materialistic shit” and a “injure myself even further from dancing” on top and you’ve got yourself a nice 2009 cake ready to be shoved off into the past.
I’ve seen myself change both physically, emotionally and mentally in the Oh Nine. Physically, I’ve gone from nerdesque (I know. I wanted to stab my end-of-2008-hello-2009 self too.) to… well, non-nerdesque (those who are Facebook friends of mine will be able to mark the transition through my photos!). Emotionally, I’ve worsened and bettered myself at the same time, to the point where I’m not sure how to adequately describe it (so let’s leave it, because Xuan’s tired). And mentally, I’ve disciplined myself a hell of a lot more, purely because if I hadn’t, I’d probably be in a padded cell right now, giggling my ass off at the sight of the wall.
It’s been an odd year. A share of bad experiences here, a plethora of exciting and inspiring ones there. It doesn’t feel like a year is ending – I’m sure this is the same mentality that I had last year. Waking up on Friday morning will probably be the most anticlimactic feeling ever – mainly because I have work that night. But at the same time, I can’t wait to see what 2010 has in store.
So that does it for the lovely… handful? of posts I’ve made here this year. I’m sure the gaping bits of my life that haven’t been complained/whinged about here weren’t of any more interest, so I’ll shrug. I can feel my blogging style changing as well (Hello initially unintended and later realised narcissism? Got room on your seat there?); fingers crossed it’ll bring something a little more fruitful – or complaint-ful – to the blogosphere next year. Cross everything you can, people!
And now, without further ado, I’m off. See you all in Twenty Ten. :)