3.0 - musing. about nothing.

"10!....9!....8!...."    *fades away*


I was there. Standing on my black worn-out all-star, I was there as I witnessed the crowd screaming their heart out all in the name of welcoming the new year. I was with a friend, whom I've known for more than 12 years and with a bunch of unfamiliar female faces for which I didn't get most of their names, let alone their numbers. All thanks to the loud but static music the band that was playing at that time coming from medieval speakers provided by the city council. Fuck you. A few minutes earlier, I sat and casually chatted whist enjoying my ice-blended mocha at 11 pm in a cafe who can't even think of their own name that had to borrow Old Town's. Anyway, the conversations we had were fairly disappointing, ranging from some lecture hall that I've never heard of to the new policy of my former high school which indefinitely exudes the stupidity of high school teachers. I spent the new half hour looking around, at that time was basically nothing. Some idea of time-spending huh?

"7!....6!...5!...."       *fades away*

The crowd was getting louder that ever before, something I don't particularly fond of. Anyhow, I maintained my facade pretty good and looked like I was enjoying myself very much as opposed to what I was really having in my mind, "What heck made this? The music was shitty. The crowd's enthusiasm was shitty. Even the MCs' on the stage was shitty. Good god!". Failing to disclose the fact that the crowd was enormous, I truly believed that the whole town was there at that time, and nothing else matter anymore.

"4!...3!...2!...."

My friend standing next to me nudged me. "THIS IS IT! THIS IS IT! THE FUCKING NEW YEAR! WOHOOOO!". Realizing I wasn't really paying any attention at the big-ass timer hanging on top of the stage, for the first time in the pass 10 seconds, I opened up both my eyes wide....just as the second hand reached the forth dot on the 11-12 section.

"1!..........."

"HAPPY NEW YEAR DUDE!!!"

Standing on the exact same spot for the pass 11 seconds, I shook hands with everyone there, greeting all of them the same ol' line..."Happy New Year" whilst maintaining a smile that was too hard for me to keep up.

And that was my third new year countdown in my life.

I know.

Fuck my life.

Right?

And exactly 3 minutes into the new year, Pete Yorn's turn of the century found it's way into my mind.

 

Saw my reflection, covered in glass
How it reminds me of you
Broken like a vision, an unfinished season
Terror had struck me, but all I could see is your soft skin
And I wondered
Inside the workhouse, you mind your own business
And I had the courage of two
And as I requested a lapse in your presence
I couldn't think of anything important to say
So I wondered
When this day will end
Yeah, I wondered if we'd speak again.
Yeah, I wonder.

  

2009 ended with a spark. 2010 began with a spark too. A spark from my zippo's flint wheel...

Great.

So I thought to myself.