new year resolutions.

i've found a new-found liking for oscar. i think he's absolutely adorable and i find that i'm slowly understanding the solitude he enjoys as he retreats into that garbage bin of his. i'm no grouch (i hope i'm not) but over the year of 2010, i've come to realize how much i love silences and solitude and yearn for them. in times of disappointments or even after a hearty day of fun, it's always awesome to spend time with creation. it's lovely to walk alongside nature and breathe the fresh air, all alone, enjoying the company of the breeze. silence is salve to the soul. you heal better and faster without a mask.

i know resolutions pave the way for a better year ahead because one has something to aim for. nevertheless i find them an absolute waste of time, who actually follows their new year resolutions?



i prefer thanksgiving and reminiscing good times, along with all the epic things that come out of my mouth, or in general the random stuff that i generate that upon thinking back later i have no idea where they could have come from. my response to lam on why they keep showing retro stuff on tv nowadays: they can't come up with anything newer, so they've gotta go back to the old stuff. it was very matter-of-factly, yet when i come to think of it, it was one of those epic statements that are absolutely not me and when she repeats that to me one day, i'll scratch my head and wonder where such a thing came from.

looking back and reading past posts, i realized i started off extremely childish, dictating my daily schedule.. then again, find me a kid who doesn't do so. although i'm not some kind of blogger fanatic, i've realized it's a great way of keeping track of events that happen in your life. for the time i took a 1year hiatus, i have little memory of the ups and downs. maturing, i've seen the thick and thin that i've squeezed and sailed through, the various phases where diff friends meant the most. i amaze myself at my compositions, because it seems so natural whenever i write but when i read them i wonder how i ever managed to feel that way and gain such inspiration. but i don't want to be like the statement i made, i don't want to be someone who always frantically digs out memories to savour them simply because i can't generate new ones.

as i enter 2011 and reflect with much honesty, i admit that something in me has changed. i've lost that childlike innocence with an openness to share. i do share, i try to. but maybe i've just grown up. i enjoy company and laughter, but i do hunger for solitude quite abit as well. i've found i appreciate bobbi so much because he simply doesn't say a word at all, he does have his aged quirks and annoying moments but most of the time, i'd say he's loveable simply because he doesn't judge at all. he just loves you. perhaps that's why they're called man's best friends.

sorrow looks back, worry looks around, but faith looks up!