A late welcome to 2012

My apologies for not posting on New Year's Day as I was under the weather. I can't say that I'm better today as I'm still down with a cough but overall, I think I can ride this out without visiting the doctor. Here is a recap of some happenings in the year of 2011.

February

The Chinese New Year festival hampered my sleep with the loud firecrackers at midnight. Sorry, folks, some of the festive songs had actually pounded on my head. Something so petty had brought the wrath out of me.

Credits to Facts and Details.com : Chinese New Year

No more cheaper flight tickets from now on, you hear me, Mama and Papa Carrie? If you hadn't listened to their advice, we could have canceled the trip.

March

I was grateful to God and secretly elated that He listened to my pleas or I might have to unleash my fury on all the parties involved. With that behind my mind, we hung out in Sunway Pyramid shortly before news of her deployment knocked on our doors. I had secretly wished for more time in the world for us to make up for the lost months.

April

I don't know who to credit as it came in an email forwarded to me

The Triduum was a whole load of surprises. Holy Thursday rained with such fury that the drive to Church suddenly turned precarious. Man, the windscreen was blinded with the intense rain and water licked at the wheels. Wondered if it was a wet blessing of merely the work of the tropical storm. Easter Vigil was not fun as some of us parishioners struggled to stay awake during Baptism. Noticed that a couple of them were brave enough to take forty winks.

I only crawled in bed at 3 am due to Mama Carrie's problematic cell phone as well.

June

It was on one fine night that I wrote a dedication to someone. I saw and sensed that he was honored by the poetry. In conjunction with Missy Cheerio.com's post, I wrote a little behind the start of The Tempremental and my own "curves in blogging".

The trip to Port Dickson, if I may say, was an absolute mess. Time and gas were wasted and the only thing I took away from it was the discovery of an iced blended lemon tea from the Lounge Gallery, Avillion 6th Mile.

September

Warehouse sales are never great if not much is poured into organization and execution. I had enough of it after the horrendous experience of queuing and being shoved at for ninety minutes under the burning hot sun and the intense traffic that spilt out of the industrial park. Pfft. =.=" And once again, water licked at the wheels as we wracked our minds trying to cross the flash flood without drowning the car engine. We threw in the towel eventually until some bright genius had the idea of diverting the traffic.

December

Damn it! NAPBAS was within reach and yet I had declined the invitation because of a lack of transport. From what I had later read, it was exceptionally lovely and the bloggers had exchanged pictures with each other. Next time, maybe?

The Church

Empire Gallery's Christmas decoration

I have never regretted Christmas Vigil (well, maybe the fact that it always ends late has annoyed me) as the organist had drowned himself in the music and the choir had sang their hearts out, leading the parishioners on its course. For some reason, I have always felt awake after the Mass.

Now, I really hope the year of 2012 will have more bang to it than last year and with that being said, I should write resolutions that I can achieve and not ones that are eventually unachievable or empty.