New Year 2010

My first documented imprint for the year 2010 was this morning when I signed on the Express Mail. I had to appeal for my son's placement in a boarding school you see, having been unsuccessful in the first application. I had been quite guilty of slackness, I must admit. With two girls already in boarding school, I thought it would be a breeze to get my son in. After all, he's a straight A's, right? (WRONG) There hadn't been any problem with the sisters earlier (or, I wonder, was that because we were in Sarawak then, and getting in is not difficult due to less competition?...I don't know). Well, what I do know now is to not ever take things for granted. Nothing worth having comes easy.

Writing down the date, 2010 was an experience. With the pen poised at 20..., I suddenly felt an unsettling sense of dejavu. That I was actually - right there, on that piece of form, at that particular moment - saying goodbye. To something; to life, to the past, to memories, to experiences. Maybe, to a part of myself. It's sad, really. I didn't want to pen it down. Writing it, 20--, is like a betrayal to the past. I didn't want to betray my past. That whole year, that was my life. To write the new year on that piece of paper is to erase somehow that part of my life, those incredible experiences that was me in 2009. Well, I had to write it down quickly though. I was in a queue, in the post office. There were people behind me, inching to finish their business and I was holding them up. This is weird I thought, struggling to say goodbye in a post office, not wanting to let go by not daring to write down the new year on the form! Gosh...

I stood there
On the threshold of a new tomorrow
For there's hope yet:

For me,
For you.
For him and her.
For them.
For us.

God Bless everyone in 2010!