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The Year That Was

Thank you. my dear!
What a year we all had. I really feel like I am still in June 2014 and it is surprising how fast the year moved. But I am happy to admit that it has been a year of learning and exploration as I ventured into new fields that I never tried it before. And I am happy that I took them up.

But seriously, on blogging and writing front, it has been a disaster for me like that of Malaysian Air. I felt terribly sorry for having left my blog dry and empty almost more than 3/4 of the year. It has been the worst year here at Penstar. I send out my apologies to my sincere readers, who had checked my blog several times only to leave without discovering anything new. I would like to thank you all for staying and bearing with me all year around. I really appreciate that. Hope you will continue to do so in the coming year. Hopefully, I will be able to blog much more often. 

And 2015 - here it comes. I welcome the year with my open arms although I would take sometime refraining from writing 2014 everywhere. If you see that, bear with me - as always it will take sometime for the realization to dawn - that we are no more in 2014. I guess that is same with all of you.

Here comes the tricky part - resolutions. Do I need to set some more resolutions even this year? I am sure most of us cannot keep up with the resolutions, but we make them anyways. But that does not mean I am being pessimistic with everything. In fact I would really want to be optimistic with a set of 2015 resolutions. They are not much and hopefully I will keep up with them. But most important of all - I need to get up on my feet and do some exercise. This is serious and no joke at all, people. I would be really shocked if being and staying fit in the year does not feature on your list of resolutions. I certainly have it as a priority number one.

And until then - thank you all for being good people and making my 2014 - a great year filled with happiness, prosperity, joy, jubilation and material satisfaction! 

Happy New Year and Tashi Delek. See you next year!

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