Hello. I am a reforming lunatic.

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I would always remember year 2005 as a series of personal crisis, of happenings that should so get written into the script of one really sinister TV drama show. The last week of the year surely has lived up to the high disastrous standard of its 51 predecessors, it drove me to a point where people learnt to speak to me from at least 6 feet away (so they could run when I began to bark and show tendency to bodily attack), but luckily it ended with a mission impossible sort of achieved, and me confessing having been a psychotic bitch because I freak under pressure to everyone who had the misfortune to work with me in the past few... er... months.

One of the auditors we hired, bless her, her lips would actually tremble (from anger? from fear?) when she had to ask me to provide documents or answer her questions. I swear I am not being overdramatic when I say people at my workplace consider me a complete monster who deserves to die from twelve thousand paper cuts.

But I've seen the error of my ways. No really! My new year resolutions include to take a deep breath and smile (however ugly the smile would be) whenever the desire to yell, bite, be otherwisely unpleasant arises. And if I shall fail again, I ask you to please consider forms of execution other than via paper cuts. They are purely inhumane, even when applied to someone like me.

Happy New Year!