Better late than never..

And rolls in a scatter of words to usher in the new year. Hello 2009!
Novel did not materialize; it went the way of my assignments hehe. And terrors will be terrors as in they are just fine. Work is never ending till 530pm and this time *ahems* I am keeping it that way. Bobby is stuck with me, that’s year 3 in putting up with me :p I just hope shikino can bear with the madness of me and all for another wee longer. In summation, 2008 was a success and so shall 2009. Although I will really hate it if it turns out to be a mirror image or nightmare of all nightmares….exactly the same! *gasp* although I am fairly confident that, THAT can never happen UNLESS I am stuck in the twilight zone *cue music*

Curiously, the thing that stuck with me most alarmingly was the reluctance of my resolutions to resolute! It came and went and ebbed into my consciousness’ and by midnight when it should be me staring into the bold words of my new year’s sort of bucket list, I found myself looking directly into the eyes of love instead. So as you can tell, all matter and manner of order obliterated into chaos; worst!!! It’s all wrapped in enigma *not enema* I had very much wanted to force it out! But another exclamation brought me to another standstill. In hushed tones I was told that resolutions splayed in open will not come true hence this originator did not even want a single speck of his being known. I thought it was novel! And since I have never tried to keep mum about mine, this year mine too shall be cloaked in shrouds of silence. Who knows, maybe this year ALL of them will come true woohoo!

Still, it will not be fair if I were to keep mum about the highs in celebration of course. And it is not justice unless I could recapitulate my lows in reflection. I managed to travel once on an airplane and another on a boat ride before ending my jaunts with a long bus ride. I want to list the books acquired for 2008 but that would be too many of highs to note. Then of course my pride swelled to its peak when ALL the terrors are now officially able to operate the internet more effectively. Meaning that they ALL know how to chat on msn and the operative word here being also ‘email’ *rubs hands in glee* I want to say I officially graduated! But my results were dismal and we all know why. I still think of lalaLove as a success but then my miniscule partaking of DMU’s launch has proved to be much of value in returns. I got confirmed at work after the longest 6 months probation only to be severely reprimanded a bit later for ‘performance not up to standard’ *glares* and then of course there is S-O-C-C-E-R. Or rather what started as just futsal kick about every sunday has made me the official honorary social in charge of the Marine Parade Women’s Soccer Team. I bet Mew would have been a more suitable candidate. And how can I forget my on wanderlust jaunts with muses of all muses *hugsbiks* which are sporadic then always so so memorable! The pc got busted but I finally got my laptop!!!! *hyperventilate* but it has yet churned out more results I so desire *prrft* my road warrior aspirations made me realize maybe I am destined to be asphalt goop instead. Then there is the unforgettable, i-lost-my-handphone fiasco which lead into my possession my new spanking e71! Last but not least, I cut my hair! Sad but true, my saving grace is that I could still headbang muahahaha…

…”on time past and time future contained in time present…” I give you it’s all in full glory. May it inspire you as it did for me to stop looking back and forth for some kind of absolution or to scour at its most telling to perform abscission of the rotting and toxic ‘time’. Brings new dimensions to ‘forgive and forget’ aye? ;)

“Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.

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Time past and time future
Allow but a little consciousness.
To be conscious is not to be in time
But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden,
The moment in the arbour where the rain beat,
The moment in the draughty church at smokefall
Be remembered; involved with past and future.
Only through time time is conquered.”

~~ From Burnt Norton (1936) by Thomas Stearns ELIOT (1888-1965)

To all, Salam Maal Hijrah! And of course toast to a fantabulous new year ahead if not already.

Stay sane,
Jahatamyemeelea & the 3 terrors