Things to raise a glass of Champagne to

Trashy dance songs that inspire a wave of short-sighted nostalgia.

That same nostalgia raising a frission of fear that I may have screwed up something that might have actually been important.

The dozens of brilliant short stories I've read this year.

Another year, another edition of FM.

Family dinners and remarkably well-priced bottles of Veuve and St. Julien.

Shirts with interesting stitched details.

Losing teeth with every trip home.

That pounding, piercing headache that greets me every morning.

A bouquet of roses, working out nicely.

A panicked thought of carved wood.

Final Fantasy 12, a single player game.

PS3 finally having a release date.

A quiet holiday back home, achieved by avoiding publicity.

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Rain heavy enough that I could barely see the roads in the middle of the day.

Doctors and staff at NUH and St. Luke's.

Sneaky nurses.

Evil people.

Picking a topic.

Anti-social people.

Forced, uncomfortable, fearful, panicked, unclear, inaccurate clarifications.

And most of all, roti prata.