2012 was…

Without going into long weary details, my 2012 can be summed up as a year filled with ‘could have been’.

Most of it was my own undoing. To which I sincerely apologise if you have been affected and I do really hope to make it up to you in 2013, if I can.

One cannot thoroughly explain what goes through the mind, one cannot make any excuses for it and thus one shall not attempt for it would border on pathetic.

On the other hand, I’m lucky (and know it) to be surrounded by helpful people who give me so much opportunities. Thank you.

I’ve been really bad at staying in touch the last year. Just goes into a funk, you know. Not that I go out a lot either; most of the time when I get home, I just want to be the average couch potato, getting lost in the world of True Blood, Homeland, Game of Thrones, Fringe, Grey’s Anatomy, Dexter, Criminal Minds, the assorted CSIs, Kitchen Nightmares and Top Chef.

I did get to know a few new cool people, it’s been really nice. Met a couple of really nasty people, good riddance.

The one singular moment that stood out last year was a scene right out of a TV drama.

It was a Saturday afternoon and I went to see my friend who was in the hospital. I’d parked my car in the basement parking, cheerfully walked into the hospital building past the florist, expensive cafes and up the escalator to get to the other wing.

Took the elevator to the top floor where she was at, smiling to myself at the thought of seeing her.

Stepped out of the elevator and swerved to the right as usual to see some people huddled together in tears.

One of them was her sister.

“Uh…” I approached them gingerly, then halting just a few steps before the group, “… what happened…? Did something happen? What?”

Her sister walked towards me, put her hand on my arm and whispered, “Aunty May just passed away.”

“Oh.”

So that was that.