Goodbye, 2009 – and thank you.

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Three hours till midnight. 8,757 hours to look back on.

(And since I am not an atomic clock, the remaining 5.81277 hours can take a hike.)

I’m in no mood to burden the readership with a lengthy reminiscence like last year’s. The past twelve months have been quite eventful, but where the anime enthusiast’s side of my life is concerned, my experiences can be summarised thus:

I saw some shows. I read some manga. I went to that place.

Thanks for the memories, 2009. Now I’m off to make a whole bunch of new ones.

Happy New Year!

May your New Year’s Day be like his . . .

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. . . and not hers.

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Either way, Miko Tsukasa makes everything good. (^_^)

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UPDATE (02 January 2009): Diego’s mum is dragging him and the rest of the family off to their country retreat for a bit of forced R&R and “quality time”, so this blog is going into a brief hiatus. Enjoy the New Year’s holidays, everyone!

FURTHER UPDATE (07 January 2009): I’ve been back for a couple of days, but the hiatus will continue while I attend to some urgent and not-so-urgent matters on the personal front.

Goodbye, 2008 – and thank you.

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In my corner of the world, 2008 is on its last legs. A few hours more and calendars will be turned, countdowns will cease and the streets will explode in a riotous frenzy of celebration. (I hate that part – firecrackers and me don’t mix.) As I write this, our kitchen is a hive of activity with vast quantities of fresh produce being processed into a midnight feast worthy of the occasion. Once more proving that not everyone is born with the right to sing in public, the family across the street – including one evil child with a voice that could’ve blown out the windows in President Bush’s limousine – is busy massacring popular songs on a karaoke machine while everyone within a quarter mile of their garage cringes in silent horror. From somewhere in the distance, a few early birds have begun to loose volleys of fireworks to welcome the new year, and the acrid scent of gunpowder starts to suffuse the cool evening air.

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