So 2009 is here, and along with it comes the nostalgia of the year that seems to have sped past without so much as a peep, and the forgettable resolutions that are made simply because it's the new year.

I begin each year by regretting how blasé the past year has been, and always resolve to make the coming year count for more than a blur of semesters, holidays, semesters and then holidays again. After all, each year that passes is one year checked off your total lifespan, and I'm not too keen on spending too large a portion of my life watching hilarious YouTube videos. Especially now that I leave my teenage years behind and begin my life as a supposed young adult, there seems to be a ticking clock inside of me that urges me to seize the moments that I have now, to maximise the remainder of my fleeting youth. I feel like I should be sky-diving, bungee jumping, running marathons and doing various other strenuous activities as much as I can, before the day comes that I can't. Somehow the notion of getting old terrifies me, and so I feel a pressing need to make every second that I have left as a "young person" count for something. Every moment should be bursting with energy and vitality, which apparently are the two pillars of youth-dom.

So every year my new year begins with such zest and enthusiasm, but it takes no more then 3 days for it to all whittle away, and I'm back in front of the computer, channelling all my vitality and youth into laughing heartily at the latest YouTube gimmick.

Happy New Year, all!!

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