Say goodbye...

This morning, I was surprised to see that I am a few weeks short to putting my Belle De Jour Planner to rest. Time flies fast... whether you're having fun or not. I remember being all too eager to write birthdays and appointments on this ultimately chic planner during the last week of December. Over ten months later, I've almost filled it up with my colored writing in bullet points, with Post-its and flags sticking out at some pages.

Ever since I ditched those real-life journals for blogs, I feel like the only non-virtual things on earth that can expose me are my planners. Swear, I'll never make the same mistake of leaving them in places, where people who do not know a thing about respecting other people's privacy, may pick them up. (I find it safe though to leave them open on my desk so my boss can look at them on rare occasions I'm late without notice. :p) My planners know my short-term and mid-term plans, my whereabouts -- where I get a haircut, a pedicure or a Brazilian wax, and the people I'm with. It knows how and where I spend my bi-monthly paychecks. Damn, I sometimes even jot down ideas and frustrations when I am so feeling them. And this year, with my BDJ, my monthly b*tchiness can already be tracked down.

It's too early to feel sentimental about how I spent the year. After all, I semi did this with my Year 24 musings. Maybe I should just count the number of movies I have watched. Or the number of doctor's appointments I made for Krissy. Or maybe I should count the number of bastards who asked me out for the year. (Hehe :p)

Anyhoo, we'll see. There's November and December still waiting to be filled-in with activities with my family, friends and colleagues. I'm crossing my fingers that they better be good. Who knows I might be kissing someone special under the mistletoe?

Pfft!