a virtual defibrillator

I remember watching the clock switching its display to 12:01 AM in Singapore, making the year 2012. As I turned away to take a nice shower to help me forget about the existence of equatorial humidity for five minutes, I reflected on what this year was going to bring: university life, work and maybe even a new me. I don't know what exactly I was looking for in those 4 numbers that represented the 2012th year of the Gregorian calendar. A continuation of the Taiwan craziness I'd experienced in December of 2011? Renewed intelligence? Self actualisation?

Needless to say, I accomplished none of those things. I've had my feelings stomped on numerous times in the past four months, been bombarded with every pointless assignment possible, discovered that not everyone is going to stay the same as they were when you first knew them and said numerous goodbyes.

However, I'm slowly working my way up Maslow's needs hierarchy; eradicating my old fears and recreating who I am. Meeting new people every day is fun, even though every day has the propensity to descend into bitchiness and stupidity. I've bumped into poles and trees; walked into the men's toilets and said more awkward things that I can remember, but those are just the stuff of anecdotes to share when bored.

2012, we have a love-hate relationship but I wouldn't trade the experiences I've had so far in your temporal warmth for the world.