Unusually, I spent the first day of the new year actually going to the countdown in Central London, near the London Eye at Embankment. To be honest, it was quite awesome, have a look.


Spammers own the world.

But I guess the only problem was being unable to see everything, which everyone shoving together and short oh me having to constantly look for gaps to peek through.

Ironically, the loudest and most constant "Waaah!" came from Chinese girls around with their boyfriends everytime something imba was to come out from the London Eye.

Nevertheless, it was a good experience, but the whole rush after that was really one that I would have preferred to avoid.

But I guess it was also quite magical, as right after the fireworks, snow began to fall, after having not showed their presence for the past week.

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But nevertheless, I want to talk about the new year. To be honest, I've never seen the meaning of the words, I've always seen the coming of new year as something that I couldn't stop, something that just happens as much as time continues to tick past us in our lives. Almost a day that we all should be depressed about actually, rather than being happy about.

Every single day is one that brings forwards new opportunities, as well as takes away time that was once yours. I guess I'm just a pessimist on the matter.

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Oh, and there's one thing am going to miss too.


Next time we see these glasses will be the year 3000.

Cheeros, and enjoy the year ahead.