With the wind in my eyes.

With a quick end to a very lovely December, a new year is now upon us. Two Thousand Nine was a better year, that is, compared to Two Thousand Eight.

It was a year of maturity and realism, a year that significantly shaped me into becoming an adult. I met some new faces and was dealt with new responsibilities. New friends were made and I adopted two new hobbies; photography and blogging. The house is now occupied by my mother and I only and I purchased a new car. I traveled to the canyons of Arizona and to the rooftops of New York. I started on my snowboarding venture, which led me fracturing my tailbone. I lost all sense of time and sleep while roaming the streets of Vegas. I lost all sense of miles and laughter while driving to San Francisco. My credit card was maxed out and the banks were on my tail. The first annual Wongsgiving was born and the beginning of DWP was launched. Witnessed my first baseball game and pondered among the stars in Griffith. Introduced four friends into chords and strumming while exploring the final fantasies with my neice and nephew. I took up the sport of Golf, employed by the sport of Golf. Discovering Washington D.C. in the eerie hours at night and discovering you through a note left on my desk. Watched the Beatles "Love," Cirque Du Soleil and witnessed Miss Lewis and Mr. Oberst live. Killed over a thousand zombies at the age of 22, with a great gathering at the birthday.

It wasn't that bad of a year.

-Keep Calm and Carry On-