Seeing that Time magazine has named me Person of the Year, it's only right to dedicate the year 2006 to me! Yes, me! You're probably thinking that this is going to be a narcissistic piece about me and you're probably right. There's no way I'm going to talk about the never-ending war in Iraq, now in its 3rd year but with only more conflicts and a dead dictator to show. This entry is going to be about me!
I'm not going to mention the Israel-Lebanon war or the Darfur conflict either because they make me worry about where humanity is heading. It's not as if I don't have enough things bugging me. Like how I'm not getting any of the $1.6 billion Google paid in stock to acquire YouTube because I didn't go ahead with my idea of a video Flickr. That pisses me off. But the biggest bummer of the year for me is that they decided to relegate Pluto to a "drawf planet", thus rendering the old planet mnemonic I memorised obsolete. To paraphrase my idol, Stephen Colbert, I don't trust astronomers. They're all fact, no heart.
Anyway, back to the man of the year, me. Twenty-one years of age, no cool start-up to call my own, far from having $1 million to my name and having to come up with a new planet mnemonic, I look back at 2006, the year of possibilities, not with regrets but with utter disdain at the fact that it's another year lived not in extravagance.
Methinks 2007 will be a good year for me and I hope it'll be a blast for you too. Happy New Year.