Eve of the Eve

So instead of watching another installment of Chestnuts, I met up with an old friend on the steps of an MRT station to chat for over an hour. Then it was sending mass emails regarding YAM Orientation 2010. And finally it's this - blogging on the eve of the eve. Which I normally do on the eve of the eve on my birthday and Christmas (not this year; that whole stretch of holiday-ness was marked by a sheer immersion that didn't prompt articulation). No photo, no music lyrics, just words. And a little metaphorical light, full of hope for a new decade. 2000-2009 will be remembered, perhaps tomorrow. But what'snext > whathasbeen.

It occurs to be that I can buy books again with the arrival of next month. The Christmas list that wasn't quite may start getting complete. And what about those flip flops? If only Ipanemas came in guys' sizes.