Elevator Music?

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.