Ready To Run
It gets more interesting every year.
2009 was the year I met Diane, completed National Service, got my job at XXX back (for much higher pay) and essentially, began the rest of my life. This is it, really. It all starts here, and I'm happy.
As a result, 2009 was the year I started believing much much more that God has a plan for all of us, one more elaborate than we'll ever know, and that my efforts in youth ministry (which I always fear are never enough) over the last 4 years are being rewarded.
2009 was the year I was there when Nine Inch Nails took it to Fort Canning Park. It was the one ticketed concert I attended all year, but for witnessing Trent Reznor in the flesh, screaming along to Terrible Lie, Wish and Head Like A Hole, and having Heresy stuck in my head for weeks after, it was the only one I needed.
2009 was the year primetime tv opened itself up to local music, and where every week for 10 weeks there was a moshpit and screams for encores goin on in a MediaCorp studio. We were there.
2009 was the year I got a foot into my dream of writing music and movie reviews for regular publication, contributing to the Little Ones' Club magazine. It's a start.
2009 was the year we lost Michael Jackson, Jimmy "The Rev" Sullivan, Farrah Fawcett, Patrick Swayze, Brittany Murphy and Eddie Fatu.
2009 was the year I learned a lot through friends: I got disappointed by some, downright shocked by some, disappointed some, got revelations from some, got pleasantly surprised by actions and affirmations from a pleasantly surprising number of others. As a result, this was the year I dropped a lot of the needless spite I had for a few people, particularly some of those in church. There is absolutely no point for it anymore. I respect them (that particular assortment of them) more than I ever have, and I hope they're starting to do the same with me.
2009 was the year I got dengue fever, plantar warts, and a couple of really bad flus and fevers.
2009 was the year Wes Borland buried the hatchet and reunited with Limp Bizkit. The year Chester Bennington found a new outlet for angst with the boys from Orgy. The year Matthew Bellamy finally realised his years-in-progress orchestral suite. It was also the year that Dave Grohl, Josh Homme and John Paul Jones made a lot of music fans really really happy.
2009 was the year of failblog.org, lamebook.com and fmylife.com; the year of WIN through other peoples' FAILs.
2009 will be, unfortunately, survived by one Ris Low.
2009 was the year I met Diane, completed National Service, got my job at XXX back (for much higher pay) and essentially, began the rest of my life. This is it, really. It all starts here, and I'm happy.
As a result, 2009 was the year I started believing much much more that God has a plan for all of us, one more elaborate than we'll ever know, and that my efforts in youth ministry (which I always fear are never enough) over the last 4 years are being rewarded.
2009 was the year I was there when Nine Inch Nails took it to Fort Canning Park. It was the one ticketed concert I attended all year, but for witnessing Trent Reznor in the flesh, screaming along to Terrible Lie, Wish and Head Like A Hole, and having Heresy stuck in my head for weeks after, it was the only one I needed.
2009 was the year primetime tv opened itself up to local music, and where every week for 10 weeks there was a moshpit and screams for encores goin on in a MediaCorp studio. We were there.
2009 was the year I got a foot into my dream of writing music and movie reviews for regular publication, contributing to the Little Ones' Club magazine. It's a start.
2009 was the year we lost Michael Jackson, Jimmy "The Rev" Sullivan, Farrah Fawcett, Patrick Swayze, Brittany Murphy and Eddie Fatu.
2009 was the year I learned a lot through friends: I got disappointed by some, downright shocked by some, disappointed some, got revelations from some, got pleasantly surprised by actions and affirmations from a pleasantly surprising number of others. As a result, this was the year I dropped a lot of the needless spite I had for a few people, particularly some of those in church. There is absolutely no point for it anymore. I respect them (that particular assortment of them) more than I ever have, and I hope they're starting to do the same with me.
2009 was the year I got dengue fever, plantar warts, and a couple of really bad flus and fevers.
2009 was the year Wes Borland buried the hatchet and reunited with Limp Bizkit. The year Chester Bennington found a new outlet for angst with the boys from Orgy. The year Matthew Bellamy finally realised his years-in-progress orchestral suite. It was also the year that Dave Grohl, Josh Homme and John Paul Jones made a lot of music fans really really happy.
2009 was the year of failblog.org, lamebook.com and fmylife.com; the year of WIN through other peoples' FAILs.
2009 will be, unfortunately, survived by one Ris Low.