Metaphoric 2004

This is way outdated but it was a year that morale seemed high and hopes were abound. As I started 2006 with a little lack-lustre personal forecast, I do hope the journey forward will bring nice surprises.

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If 2004 is a vehicle, it must be a rocket.
Whizzing past so fast, before I could even fully grasp the responsibilities, pressure and implications of running my little firm full-time again.

If 2004 is a weapon, it must be a bullet.
Attacking swift and hard with humongous waves unfolding storylines that once belonged to my Geography textbook, leaving me insufficient time to feel the trauma or understand fully the losses and pains of those victimised.

If 2004 is a furniture, it must be a cupboard.
Storing remnants of my guilt over the demise of my grandma quietly, so that it does not hurt as much anymore.

If 2004 is a land, it must be a runway.
Lying so flat that it’s not too exciting, yet flying enough flights to hold much in anticipation for the New Year to come.

If 2004 is a container, it must be a hungry piggy bank.
Hanging on tight to see my entrepreneurial career comes of age, to better income and more stable savings to give me peace of mind.

If 2004 is a report, it will go like this:
Potential love interest – appeared and gone in 60 seconds
Circle of friends – the same but cool old gang
Self-improvement – stagnated and needs to be rejuvenated
Body and shape – slabs of fats

Adieu Rehearsal

People come and people go.
Some left footprints that last longer than they know.
Some hope their footprints would mean something special to the ones whom they have left them for.
Some moved on without a trace.
Some wish they could leave without a trail.

Why can’t I bear the thought of goodbye?
Maybe I can’t bear to lose sight of someone who don’t belong.
Why do I get so upset?
Maybe good things are slipping by too fast.
I still haven’t had enough.