Farewell 2008!

It's time of the year again, raise your champagne glass, watch a firework display, follows by a loud cheer when the clock struck midnight. It's a routine most of us know too well, but does it mean anything other than a bloody good excuse to drink yourself silly? Hmm...

I have been through a few New Year's eve events over the years, as time goes by they are becoming blurred images in my mind now, some are more memorable than others.

I still think Sydney's firework display is the most awesome I've seen so far, a house party thrown by some leftists (with a giant Ernesto Che Guevara's portrait at its door) in a Melbourne suburb was the most unforgettable, and serving drunken ravers behind a bar at an Auckland New Year's Eve dance event was the funniest.

The last day before the New Year is now just another day to me now, I've grown tire of the crowd and the drunkenness, and then the mess. I think the celebration of a New Year should fall on one's birthday, it is more meaningful for the individual but on the other hand, I guess celebrating birthday lacks a sense of togetherness when everyone can celebrate together on a common New Year. The cleaning up on New Year's day will continues.

To sum up, 2008 has been a roller coaster ride for me to the highest of high and lowest of low. It was an intensive and exhilarating ride with exhausting slow climbs, breath taking bends, unforeseen drops, followed by quick lifts to the top, and again. I was lucky not to suffer a heart attack in the process!

Tonight, let me bid my farewell to 2008. Adios!