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2010


Where should I begin? You were the craziest year in a really long time. You saw me move from college to work. You changed everything that was stable and constant in my life. You saw me succeed, over and over again. You saw me strong and controlled. You saw me make new friends, forget old pain and move on. You saw me hold on, you saw me let go. You saw me charged and committed. You saw me move without any pause. You saw me constantly chasing.

How do you move on from a year that encompassed so much change, so much shift and twist and break? A year that turned your entire life into a poster from someone else’s movie? How do you step into another year, without wanting to just hold on to everything that was, if only, for a minute longer?

So what is it that I wish I had held onto from 2009? What are the things that I wish hadn’t ended with 2010?

If I have to give you a quick, short answer, it would be nothing. I like where I am now and I don’t want to go back to where I was. But if I really think about it, there are things I wish I could hold on to. Things like college and all the free time that was part of my life over the last three years. Then there are some people that I wish could still be part of my life. People that were a constant through the three years in college but then suddenly just became a figment of what my life used to be. People from college, people from school, people from everywhere. People that were part of almost every memory till only a year ago.

But, having said that, there is a lot that happened this year that I cant be enough thankful for. Ending college on a high, having the best one-month of my life at Singapore, starting work at a great company, making some amazing friends. Yes, 2010, you have been wonderful to me. And to all those people that were part of my life this year, thank you. All of you have made my life a little more worth living.

Here’s to one more peaceful, happy and beautiful year!

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  1. Anonymous1 January 2011 at 10:35

    Perhaps a "notable mention" should be the fact that 2010 was the year when you started writing a (somewhat public) blog. If my observation is correct, then I believe it to be significant. The act of making yourself visible (even if only slightly, even if to a very small select group of people) is also an act of making yourself visible... to YOURSELF. - ASnonymous

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  2. Anonymous1 January 2011 at 11:09

    i am not sure if thats remarkable at all... considering i am still completely cryptic with what write :)

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