T-minus end year….

Tools down, Friday. Tools down. (This was taken by my iPhone4s, on Ann Siang Street, in 2015-ish.)

As November comes to a close, we roll around to a visual summary of what global Tech treps, as well as local Green Treps have been up to, to begin our countdown to the new year –the start of post-millenia twenties- in festies.

• The Conscious Festival :the biggest clean conference on shopping and learning your way to Greening your Lifestyles. And partaking on a positive vibe for the Year ahead.
• HelloTomorrow, The DeepTech Regional Summit in Asia.
• The Biennale, Sg.
• The Clean Green Party, TheHive in HongkongStreet.
• Moving forward, there are 5 Tech Trends to Suss Out at SGInnovate, in Carpenter Street.
• At the Working Capitol, In Conversation: Eat Better, Live Better.
• And the final WKND F!T Edition of DESGx by Zouk at Sea in the Harbourfront area
• And to end the Era of all Eras. (Mostly the aptly named, Re-Tiring the 2000’s).

(Do i sound like The List right about now?)

I think i signed up for every one of these 2019 to my fully-loaded apple wallet on a ticket frenzy, that befells someone who is into finding the end-of-year closing of stories, articles and stereotypical clamour for not-just-trends have taken us by the startup storm builds — whether in periphery or in the class action of being active in your own pace — for the past 7 years.

As much as i’d like to not have to say this to everyone, who is Not me: you need to spend a week off — and indulge in some serious Self-Care.

Silently.

Turn off your Mobile Phones. (and the spare, and the iPod, and the earplugs).

Leave the brand new macOS-driven Laptop at home. (i still have my 11" mac air ‘15, thank goodness from my 2014Mavericks to 2016Sierra to 2019Catalina).

Get a massage and slap yourselves silly in the Turkish bath (i saw that Travel Man feature it, and boy, that Richard was seriously funny.)

Get a pint or two, and hang with your guy Fridays : over a juicy portobello burger at the joint, capture the serious nuanced rivets of a medium rare number, with the camembert secret sauce on top.

(And thank the heavens, you have some place to hang when things got awry.)

Go to refresh yourselves from the scene, knowing how you’ve actually painted the town a Brighter Red than when you’ve found it, from the year onwards.

And rest. Ye. Merry. Gentlemen.

— — — end of story — — —

(In #12December2012 - i was meant to get a dragon tattoo, but looked at the needle, and vomited. Violently.)