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14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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:: Catching December ::

:: Catching December :: 

I am down to the last page of the calendar, 
The daily email deluge slows to a trickle. 
The office seems quieter, with the occasional 
Banter and chatter of those discussing about their
Holiday plans this Christmas. There are no seasons
In Singapore, yet the daily thunderstorms remind me that it is, 
After all, the end of the year. Is it my imagination or does it get 
Colder in the office? Feels like a mild indoor winter. 
The all-too-familiar Christmas jingles started in November, 
Usually in the departmental stores first, then the radios. 
The traffic on the expressway seems smoother during the morning
Hours, yet peaks to a crawl especially in town with the mad rush 
For festive shopping. Soon, everyone will turn a year older, 
If we escape the calamity on 21 Dec, the end of the 
5125-year-long cycle. I recall Melancholia. 
Are we all waiting for a certain shade of Green? 
I wonder.