It's a new day, it'a new dawn, it's a new life....and I feel good!

2008 is here! The new year means a fresh start, one I've been looking forward to in a long time! It's my 20th year of life, I can't believe I'm actually entering the 2nd decade of my life. I'm putting the teenager coat in the wardrobe, next to the child one, and I'm dressing up as a young adult now. To be honest, I'm quite excited about it, because I never considered teeny-bopping too interesting so I guess adulthood is more appealling (hopefully not appalling).
Apart from the responsibilities (which for now, I like to ignore), getting old also gives you the chance to decide for yourself and set you own goals. For 2008, I've some nice plans, especially for the summer-autumn period (which is by far the best of the year) with some music festivals in mind and then the tennis, as usual. But if any of my favorite bands decide to have a gig in Budapest or Bucharest, I'll be more than happy.
And speaking of tennis. The new season is dawning and I am really excited that the first Grand Slam of the year is coming up in less than 2 weeks. I love waking up at 3 in the morning to the sound of rackets hitting the ball...and in the past years I've witnessed some really fantastic tennis at this tournament. So dear Australian Open organizers and Eurosport, please don't show Sharapova or Justine Henin or the Williamses too much and dear Mr. Federer&Mr. Nadal please STOP winning every damn tournament. I want someone elese to win...what do you say about Safin or Djokovic? As you see, I'm not mentioning Verdasco, Simon, Baghdatis or any other bigger fave of mine because I know I'd be asking for too much. But in women's tennis I WANT Amelie Mauresmo to win...she must. She's getting old too, so she'd better get back on the winning track soon or it'll be too late.
Ah well, let me stop with the tennis babble. Song of the day is "Twenty Years" by my #1 band, Placebo.

There are twenty years to go
and twenty ways to know
who will wear who will wear the hat
There are twenty years to go
the best of all i hope
enjoy the ride
the medicine show

Thems the breaks
for we designer fakes
we need to concentrate on more than meets the eye

There are twenty years to go
the faithful and the low
the best of starts, the broken heart, the stone
There are twenty years to go
the punch drunk and the blow
the worst of starts, the mercy part, the phone

Thems the breaks
for we designer fakes
we need to concentrate on more than meets the eye

Thems the breaks
for we designer fakes
but it`s you i take 'cause you´re the truth, not I

There are twenty years to go
a golden age i know
but all will pass will end too fast, you know
There are twenty years to go
and many friends i hope
though some may hold the rose, some hold the rope

that´s the end and that´s the start of it
that´s the whole and that´s the part of i
tthat´s the high and that´s the heart of it
that´s the long and that´s the short of it
that´s the best and that´s the test in it
that´s the doubt, the doubt, the trust in it
that´s the sight and that´s the sound of it
that´s the gift and that´s the trick in it

you´re the truth,not i
you´re the truth,not i
you´re the truth,not i
you´re the truth,not i