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A great song to begin a new year

This is Everybody's Changing by Keane. A reminder to us to keep changing...for better of course. Happy new year.

2010 New Year Resolutions

It is time for new year resolutions again. I gave some thought to it and produced this list:


1. Achieve at least 2:1 in all subjects
2. Maintain a blog (I guess it will be this one)
3. Get a job during the summer
5. Revamp my personal income/expenses account after January exam
6. Apply for a mini-pupilage in London after January exam
7. Apply to marshal a Judge in a Civil Court after January exam
8. Volunteer for a pro bono project in Legal Advice Centre in February
9. Participate in at least 6 IV Debates
10. Apply for a committee position in Manchester Debating Union
11. Participate in a mooting competition
12. Meditate 15 minutes a day
13. Quit drinking alcohol
14. Spend 3 hours in the gym every week
15. Read a book every month.

My Deepest Gratitude

From me and on behalf of my family:

A very, very big Thank You to Marcus, Uncle Steve, Aunt Ann, Nana Marjorie, Uncle Chris and Aunt Gabrielle for giving me such a wonderful Christmas. You all have been extremely kind and nice to me and I am very, very lucky to know you all. Wish you all a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

A White Christmas

A White Christmas, yes, it is.

Manchester has snowed heavily, and a White Christmas has come to me. It has come to me so fast, that it is almost shocking to me. There is a slanted window in my room in Whitworth Park, which has given me a very good view of the scene outside. Before it came the dominant color is golden, to put the time more precisely it would be around the afternoon. The branches, the maple leaves and the stubby blades of grass are all golden, chanting the residual glory of the Sun who barely clawed itself up towards the middle of the firmament before sliding down to the horizontal oblivion.

Then it came, silently. No warning, no sound, nothing like the splattering of rain. It sinks gracefully from the sky, like a soft feather, and liquifies as it touches the window panes. And then another arrives, and another, and they go on and on, so many of them until the former ones give themselves up to liquify. I strain my eyes, painfully to look at who they are, and I see them, the hexagonal fairies, who until this moment existed as a legend in the books on chemistry.

And then everything is white. It is here, the White Christmas. Time has come for snowball skirmishes and Mr. Frosty.

Hi, this is me

 

Hi, this is me.