At the turn of the year, one should always take a look at the year that has just passed. Because in seeing the whole picture, the painful days and the happy days come together and make sense in a way that couldn't be understood in the short perspective.
Sometimes. Hopefully. Maybe not. But anyway...
Year 2007:
* did a magical tour of the land of my dreams, Ireland, the country that never fails to break my heart and heal it at the same time. Was awarded the honorable title of "Best Legs in Europe" by my friends in the Irish Drink 'Til You Die (And Hopefully Afterwards Too) Club.
* survived the month of murder, March, with a smaller margin than ever before. But having survived this, I can survive anything.
* learnt that unconditional love by something as small as a puppy can melt even a glacial heart. Even while doing pee-runs at seven in the morning.
* spent two weeks in an idyllic village where I read up on alcohol legislation while feeding cats and contemplating the advantages of an urban lifestyle.
* proved to the world that I know what a clostridium perfringens can do to you. In theory, at least. Nasty stuff.
* worked at Heartburn Hotel where I smiled, deep-fried, fell in love with backpackers, served beer to macho men, got chatted up by someone who liked to call me Grandma (definitely not a turn-on!), defended the honour of the hotel against disrespectful holiday-makers, walked endless corridors sprinkled by hotel magic, drank coffee at 4 am, laughed at a thief.
* was rescued by the police from a would-be burglar.
* had a stalker.
* went to a wedding and a baptism.
* went on a cruise where I tried various weird salads and discovered Sweden is very cold early in the morning.
* became an employee in the Little Shop of Harmony and tried to live up to the expectations. Not easy in the pre-Christmas rush.
* worked non-stop without a holiday for eleven months.
* wanted to go to church, hated church.
* modelled (almost) in the nude for a photographer.
* was miserable, was happy at times. Was too wired to rest, was afraid to listen to the silence.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
2007: the year of heartburn and nude modelling
At the turn of the year, one should always take a look at the year that has just passed. Because in seeing the whole picture, the painful days and the happy days come together and make sense in a way that couldn't be understood in the short perspective.
Sometimes. Hopefully. Maybe not. But anyway...
Year 2007:
* did a magical tour of the land of my dreams, Ireland, the country that never fails to break my heart and heal it at the same time. Was awarded the honorable title of "Best Legs in Europe" by my friends in the Irish Drink 'Til You Die (And Hopefully Afterwards Too) Club.
* survived the month of murder, March, with a smaller margin than ever before. But having survived this, I can survive anything.
* learnt that unconditional love by something as small as a puppy can melt even a glacial heart. Even while doing pee-runs at seven in the morning.
* spent two weeks in an idyllic village where I read up on alcohol legislation while feeding cats and contemplating the advantages of an urban lifestyle.
* proved to the world that I know what a clostridium perfringens can do to you. In theory, at least. Nasty stuff.
* worked at Heartburn Hotel where I smiled, deep-fried, fell in love with backpackers, served beer to macho men, got chatted up by someone who liked to call me Grandma (definitely not a turn-on!), defended the honour of the hotel against disrespectful holiday-makers, walked endless corridors sprinkled by hotel magic, drank coffee at 4 am, laughed at a thief.
* was rescued by the police from a would-be burglar.
* had a stalker.
* went to a wedding and a baptism.
* went on a cruise where I tried various weird salads and discovered Sweden is very cold early in the morning.
* became an employee in the Little Shop of Harmony and tried to live up to the expectations. Not easy in the pre-Christmas rush.
* worked non-stop without a holiday for eleven months.
* wanted to go to church, hated church.
* modelled (almost) in the nude for a photographer.
* was miserable, was happy at times. Was too wired to rest, was afraid to listen to the silence.
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wow!now you've been having a great time,havent you?your life seems so exceptionally eventful!"sigh" I wish I could travel as much as you do.how is the puppy?
Alright! So alteast someone among us wasn't exactly sitting still.
You're quite up and about town, Pianopoet, I must say. I'm sure the Irish pub was entirely accurate, and the ides of March idled past you without a glance.
A belated but nonetheless Very Happy New Year to you!
Resting on such laurels of the bygone year, i wonder if there's anything left for you to do in 2008.
And yeah, i'm turning a fine shade of green - you do travel. Eire, Sweden, . . . Fantasyland . . .
Glad you spent your year well.
btw, are you in the habit of making new year's resolutions? (and conscientiously not keeping them)
i've decided to quit taking landscapes and hone up on photographing people. your second last point might've had something to do with that ...
Interesting. To actually look back and list what one has done all year long. Its true that it gives a different perspective .
Neat stuff ! Can we also have a copy of that photograph? ;)
Funny, I thought my year had been exceptionally uneventful until I had a look through my diary and condensed it into these few points... There is always more going on in one's life if one looks at it in retrospective.
Condensation. Hah. That works.
*Grins*
I wish the condensation of mine were as interesting.
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