I peered at the clock on my bed side table. It read five minutes past twelve. Strangely, I didn't feel the wave of happiness that would normally fall over me every other year. Instead, I felt calm and at peace; almost a little boredom you could say.

So this was how it felt in the New Years Eve of 2011. I looked around me, recording the minute details of everything:-

  • In my boring old bedroom on top of a chilly mountain in West Africa
  • 12:12 a.m as I type this bullet point, going on 12:13
  • Listening to soft piano music, a piece called First Kiss by Jay Chou in the background
  • Trying to create a decent conversation with my brother on Skype but having no success


{Sighs} So much for minute details. Oh well.


2011 will be the year I:

  • turn 14 years old [yipee!]
  • literally hug my brother to death in happiness when he returns to visit me around summer time.
  • visit my long-time-no-see friend, Aria
  • pray that the world doesn't come to an end, and even if it does that I sleep right through it
  • publish my first novel [hopefully]
  • have an epiphany [:P]


I can't think of anything else at the moment. Oh well.

Let this be a year where I discover my inner self, rid my life of identity crisis', make sure I slap a boy for a valid reason and get good grades so I can do my O-levels next school year.

Happy New Year Folks!

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