This Is It

This is going to be the last post of the year. How exciting. Somehow it's a little commemorative. So what have I learnt this year?

I think I've learnt the meaning of fear. That gut-wrenching feeling of numbness when I realised that someone close to me wasn't as indestructable as I had always thought. Which gave me a lot of time to ponder death, which I have come to realise is quite a frightening thing, in that it's not just the stopping of someone's heart or breathing, but the end of hopes, dreams, and everything that defined that person. So I've also learnt that I should live life. Really live it, and though the physical evidence may suggest otherwise (i.e. sitting and vegetating in front of the computer as my Restaurant City employees work), one of my New Year's resolutions will be to attempt to make a resolution of working harder. Yes attempt. Maybe I should change that to motivate myself more. I was never very good at setting goals.

But I will try.

The strange thing is that I've been told I'm pessimistic. But this comes from someone who used to like Fall Out Boy, currently likes Black Eyed Peas, and has informed me that life will be over when we leave uni, so I'm not too worried.

They say teens these days get into a lot of trouble because we feel invincible. I do feel invincible, but not in a reckless, bodily-harming way. At the moment, I'm just feeling extremely content and peaceful, and as though nothing can stop me.

The coming of VCE worries me, but only a little. I've been told that the ENTER is only a number. All I can say to that is that everything in life is only a number, that the year 2009 is only a number, that 2010 will only be a number. But it means something. It symbolises something. Otherwise we'll all just wander through life with no goals, no dreams to fulfill, nothing to live for.

So I'm going to try make 2010 the best year of my life, and make it my life goal for each year to be better than the last. 

Bring on 2010.

I felt it appropriate

I felt it appropriate to post something on Christmas Day. Even if it isn't fantastic. But Christmas still remains an awesome day. I was commended on my Facebook status of "Sarah Huang wishes my cohorts a spiffing Christmas". I am glad I won the honour of best Christmas status from the Spaniard.
So merry Christmas my friends.

To Europe

Today was International Talk With A Fake British Accent Day 2009. It was rather interesting, as I slipped between many different accents throughout the day, mostly attempting to impersonate a Scotsman (not a Scotswoman, because a manly accent seemed more British-like), Harry Potter and Noel Gallagher. It was rather amusing, although I never did manage to find the courage to actually talk to the people behind the counter at McDonald's with my Scottish accent. Which reminds me of the time that my dad ordered wedges for dessert, and the waiter was quite surprised and I, with my deep, private school old boy English accent on, explained to her "we're English", which I found rather amusing, my brother found amusing and slightly embarrassing, and the waiter found thoroughly confusing, seeing as I don't think she heard me properly. I don't know why I am obsessed with the British. Probably too much Daniel Craig, Harry Potter and Oasis.