fools rush in...

These past few days running up to the new year have been to me like a blur of images and memories.

People rush in and out of my life, events unfold and abruptly ends, stories shared and immediately set aside, the thought of work being gradually pushed to the back of my mind whilst at the same time begging to be attended to.

As much as I wish that I could remain in a sentimental, nostalgaic and reflective mood at the moment, I'm afraid that I do not have that luxury now.

There are too many things to be attended to - revisions for the new year test, problem sheets to finish, essays to write, dances to choreograph, costumes to design and manage, guests to entertain and a household to maintain.

It is one of those times when everyday seemed to rush by you and you find yourself trying to hold on to something, trying to grapple on anything that could give a sense of perspective and some peace of mind.

It is the time when the flow of time is not measured in how many hours or days have passed but rather how many things did you manage to accomplish in a single day or week.

I know that life consists of a series of flurry of activities and events, but somehow the word 'flurry' doesn't quite justify the present situation I am in.

You wish you could be given some breathing space but before you could settle down and take some time off, you are haunted by the guilt and nagging feeling that you should be doing something more useful and productive with your time.

At the end of the day, you just have to go with the flow and try to enjoy the ride along the way. Besides, a new year with an extra second inserted into it couldn't be all that bad, could it?