Three times it happens.

I throw my arms around a friend I have known for ages (as I have learnt to be freeer with hugs) only to have them blink once,twice, look down at her mobile and then gasp "omg,i couldn't recognise you!"

Then, I spot the same bangs, different manicure at Junction 8. I utter her full name only, for a split second, to be regarded as a weird stalker.

The best part is when I wake up in my grandparent's small apartment to a barely awake cousin whom i have known for my entire life, who blearily asks "so, who are you?"

I don't blame them because I can barely recognize myself in photos now. It's weird because I can't seem to pinpoint the moment I did change. When i put on a surprising 5kg, when I decided to keep my hair long for the first time ever?

So, aesthetically, I am apparently completely different now. I am not so sure about the hardware though sometimes the change inside feels stagnated.

I think for many 2009 has been an eventful year, although truth to be told every year is pretty much a series of incidents which make up events which in turn define the year. I read reflections of friends, strangers, of huge publishing entities and placards of homeless people. Everyone has had their revelations, of learning new things, of changing for the better or the worst.

And again like most years, 2009 has flown by. Sometimes I struggle to remember what exactly has transpired through the year and when. Suddenly, I have new friends, new smells to grow accustomed to and new expierences which I now wear with weariness and just that bit of pride.

2009 has been a year of too much nostalgia clashing with a bullet train chug of the new. It has been jarring and exhausting and so so noisy inside.

I am glad to shrug off the year in exchange for a new one. Like my wallet it was too full of old receipts, cards i'll never use again and old calenders.

This is to 2010 which comes to us once again in rocket skates with angel wings.

May it bring to everyone hope, happiness and just that bit more of love.

*is totally hippie now*

BRING IT ON.

There are many ways to say this but...

Fuck yeah, Singapore!:D

Designing skills are rusty but managed.

We all need change.

SINGAPORE TOMORROW.

I'll find out just how much I've missed humidity and free wi-fi. That is ofourse, all material, I know I've missed people most of all. With Stephanie just leaving, a void has already formed and I'm just thankful its not all consuming.

Very effectively languishing at the moment. There can't of a more appropriate word for lazing around thinking and occasionally agonizing in a quagmire of alternating self-pity and well, boredom.

I need things to do. I have things to do but somehow I'm putting it all below me (will come and bite me back in the end, just wait.) It is weird that somehow the people I've met here fill me with a sort of wary anxiety yet at the same time I know they are just human and a really lovely bunch of carnations. There has never been a time when people have confused me more making a simple task such as 'i want to go out for a movie' into an imagine full-scaled disaster which would end in a collapsed building and several funerals (okay, no, i'm just afraid that people would rather have stayed home then come out)

It' mad and crazy and I wish I could feel comfortable enough to be spontaneous again.

Christmas in the tropics. YES.

Summer is official and to compliment all things Stephanie has arrived from Singapore and i'm trying to show her whatever Melbourne has to offer. So far we've stalked the city, visited Melbourne's answer to Junction 8 and watched a funny indie french film[French Kissers] in an indie cinema tucked between rows of italian restaurant.

So, we're having a lime and grabbing a couple of sunglasses to bask in the sun. Trying not to think about next year or the piles upon piles of paper on my table for next week we go see kangaroos and other various marsupials.