Twenty Twelve.

I spent the first hour of 2012 watching fireworks from the 25th floor of an office building in Raffles Place.

Then the next hour relaxing in the office with Joyce, Cathy and boyfriend while waiting for the streets to clear.

After we finally thought that all is good at 2.30am, we stepped out from the building, only to see "zombies" at the sidewalk of every corner, every pavement, everywhere. They were all doing the same thing we wanted to do- stuck their hands out to flag for cabs. Some sat down, exasperated, some were dialing numbers like mad, and then there are the ones whose first few hours of 2012 were spent sleeping on the streets, dead drunk.

Our party of four went a big round and walked from Raffles Place to Chinatown, then to Central at Clarke Quay. There were people everywhere. Thank God for Cathy's brother, who come to pick us up in the cab snatching frenzy.

From the way these people partied, it seemed like they were partying like there's no tomorrow. Is 2012 going to be so hard?

I don't know, but I know it'll be good, as long as I take in my daily Bread and walk close with Him. It'll be great.