In Other Words

Happy Birthday

Old Years day (a logical derivative, don’t you agree?). Friday, December 31, 2004, the last day of the year. That’s it, no more sleeps before it is 2005. No more nights, except for the one that gently slips us into the next year. No more breakfasts. No more Christmas, no more birthdays, no more morning showers. No more 2004 hangovers.

Nothing, nada, 2004 has passed and taken 80,000 people with it, just in the last few days. People that had plans for the year 2005, just like we do.
Let’s see, what was 2004 the year off? It was the year where President Bush II was reelected and (completely unrelated, of course) large parts of the world lost faith in America. It was the year of the largest earthquake in living memory. It was the year of the Singapore Cocaine bust. It was the last year of Liana living in Singapore without truly having lived anywhere else (if everything goes well). Possibly even the last year of her living there. It was the year where I finally gained some sense of responsibility. It was the year of the Monkey (I think).

It was a year of growth, for me anyway. It was a year of good friends and bad ones. It was a year that in a couple of hours will be past.

We went to the beach today, jumped around in big waves. They are fun if they aren’t too big (I got washed around a couple of times and had a pretty good impression of how weak you must feel when hit by a tsunami). Strange how we can just go back down to the beach and frolic in the same waters that claimed thousands of lives.

I wonder if every single drop of water in the world has washed through the body of a dead person, or at least a person that is now dead. I guess the ice on the North and South Pole hasn’t. Some of that has been frozen longer then we’ve existed as a species. The rest probably has. So if you want truly clean water, you’ll have to get bottled North Pole ice. (Now that’s an idea for a new company).

I imagine that if you try hard enough you can think of something disgusting connected to everything. Take a kiss, for instance, it might appear romantic, but in truth is the sharing of the most germ-infested substances on the human body. Ever wondered why we share the most toxic bodily liquids with each other out of love (or lust)?

Alright, I’m going to snap out of this bleak mood. I have the feeling I’m starting to sound a little melodramatic. That fits with the time of year, of course, but still. I’ll leave it be. Instead, I’ll talk to you all next year (I hope). Have a good one, and make sure you drink one to our health, out here in Australia. I’ll make sure I drink one to each of yours as well.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Earth!

posted by Symbol @ 31.12.04