Pull Your Ear

So, 2011's over now. This is the part where I do some reflection on the preceding 365 days.

It passed really fast, perhaps a tad too fast for my liking. Maybe there is some correlation between age and perceived speed at which time travels. A year certainly felt like forever when I was much younger.

I actually frequented school (the torment), and my attendance has never been more ideal. And it's been more than a year since I joined IKEA. Got recognized, promoted, then everything went down the drain with the failure to go for a chest x-ray. That, and a series of absences and lack of commitment in December.

I completed my first marathon! The timing's too embarrassing to be shown here though.

Meow.

And somewhere along the way, I found random cat purrs in between sentences to be adorable.

My brother is also going to start Primary 6!

Oh, and what a terrible year it has been for Chelsea. Meow.

The appointment of André Villas-Boas hasn't been justified. Granted, he is still young, and the things he did with Porto were nothing sort of amazing. But English football is another beast altogether. And Torres is looking more and more like a travesty. I really wish he could rediscover the Midas touch that deserted him (it began with the Mohawk).

I am kind of scrunching my nose in disgust with what I've written thus far. Instead of the structured, chronological post I envisioned, it became some random chunks of words I randomly recalled from memory. But it's New Year's day, so I suppose I could get away with anything. Even ending this abruptly. Between the whiskers of a feline. Meow.