2 zero zero 8

Goodnight 2007.

I spent my last few hours of 2007 at Malaysia's eye, One Utama, Central park and The Curve. I was at "home" the whole time, basically.

But somehow or rather, It didnt feel like home that night.

There were a herd of calsbergers, tigerers and cheap beerers around, flocks of wild party explorers, gangs of wet snow sprayed teenagers and lets categorize myself into the pack of fireworks lovers.

Turning my head around, I could only see a vista of nothing but people forming an ocean of heads. Some covered heads were unfortunately in the front mosh pit, banging, jumping and dancing to the good loud music. This I would describe as a club so pack that it leaked.

Except, when you go to a club, you wont really get to see covered heads behaving as such. So just because it was done in the open and on the street, suddenly it is okay for them to act like clubbers?

Definitely an experience which made me appreciated Only the fireworks.

I thank the last minutes of the 2007 party for making me realize how much I've grown in the last 5 years.

Good Morning 2008.

You started our new year by pouring drops of rain on us. Were you crying of joy or were you mourning?