2006

Kudos to master So Man Fung. Every good thing that according to his predictions would happen to me in the year of the Dog has come true.

During that casual conversation everyone's bound to have near the end of every year, a friend's remark about feeling like having done nothing the entire year made me realize just how much I have achieved in 2006.

January: My 2006 started the crappiest way a new year could start; I'd been struggling with the worst case of depression I'd ever had for a few months, and the only friend I had been relying on ditched me. And having my 27-is-so-fucking-old birthday really didn't help.

February: Not that I had the intention, but the shortest month was the most eventful. The mere 28 days had in store two concerts, a funeral, a root canal, and the best first date.

And then it was cruising the rest of the way. I finally completed my master's study, which had seemed never-ending up to the day the transcript arrived in my mail, and felt like it never happened from that moment on. I got my long-awaited promotion at work, though without the presumed boost in salary or authority, and hence enthusiasm. I traveled to Singapore, Tokyo and Seoul and gained eight pounds from each trip. I spent four days in the hospital, felt a lot of pain, saw even more. I moved from Hong Kong Island to the New Territories, where I'm getting a lot more space, fresh air, homeliness, and air miles. I was found by my other half; and he helped me find my faith in God.

I had to take this opportunity to brag because it could well be the most someone as lazy as me would be able to do in a year's time, ever.