2009

This has been my favourite year so far. And I don't say that every year. Yes, I'm talking about you 2005; up yours!

The great things about 2009 are: This is the year I have made a big transition from being a student to a full-time working adult. This is the year I have moved out of good old London and am now trying to make a new place my home. This is the year that I got married without papers.

On the other hand, this is also the year I made two, nay, three stupid decisions. One was all of the above. Two was going to India (yea, that was soul-destroying). And three was watching America's Next Top Model and getting hooked on it.

Yea go on and judge me. I deserve it.

When I was in elementary school, there were certain essays I had to write for practically every year. What I Did Over School Holidays was always the teachers' favourite. I always lied in the essay because I thought that was what they expected anyway. And the other favourite was, of course, My New Year Resolutions.

I love writing; and I can always crap about anything, even about nothing. But that essay... Even thinking about it makes me... empty, wordless, nada.

No I do not have one. And I refuse to have one. I have always believed things will change when I'm good and ready.

Flow, man.

SCROOGE

I was watching the Muppet Christmas Carol... Wait, for my own reputation, I was made to watch it because, sigh, according to Dennis 'because they're muppets!' And also because it's the Chrismas Carol.

Oh is it that time of the year again?

I found myself agreeing with Scrooge pretty much all the time. I stopped watching just before the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come made its entrance because I knew Scrooge was going to cave and abandon all his beliefs.

Now Mr Scrooge, you can still be nicer but not celebrate Christmas.

I have stopped celebrating raya for several years now. Maybe since puberty but I don't like to recall those years. Just as I can sit on my ass while everyone else makes a fuss about it, I expect people to leave me alone when I refuse to celebrate it.

A concept mothers never understand.

Lol, I am not mean. C'mon, different people appreciate different things. What is so difficult?

By the way, was Kermit on Sesame Street? I did not grown up on the Street :(

PROBS

There are certain 'problems' in this world that shouldn't be classified as real problems. Girls who can't put on weight - that's not a problem, that's bragging, bitch. A man who can't choose between two, three, four, five (and so on) women - again, bragging, dumbass. A broken tv when any reality tv show is on - that's a sign God still loves us.

Learn to tell the difference, people.

But when there are problems, you can't always tell whom they belong to. At work, you kinda have to distance yourself from certain brewing troubles. If it's not heading your way, you better get the fuck out of there before it changes direction.

It's Common Sense 101 (or whatever).

Unless of course, it's your friend and you're stupid enough to stick up for him/her and put yourself on awkward terms with the senior doctors.

When you've been with someone for a long time (or what feels like a long time), his problems are your problems and his battles are your battles. Now before you say 'awww' but secretly saying 'oh shut up already about your relationship', this is not one of those.

It's difficult when your problem solving skills are completely mismatched. You might want to let things go at certain times; but he might want to put on his ridiculous war paint on. And you might want to set someone's car on fire at other times; but he might just shrug his shoulders like he ain't got no care in the world.

You can't love someone but not hate him as well.

Or is it the other way round? What the heck am I missing?

SUBNORMAL ACTIVITIES

One of my friends thought a better ending would be Katie coming back up to the room holding Micah's head and putting it next to the camera. And then, the scene will fade away.

The not so funny thing is that I had anticipated something very similar. In my mind, she drops his head unceremoniusly onto the floor and climbs back into bed as if nothing big has happened.

My other friend wanted her to come back to her room with the shadow and together they go back to bed (uh, don't know what goes on in that dirty mind).

And lastly, my other friend Simple Simpleton preferred the ending just the way it was.

We sat, we argued, we fought. Steven Spielberg so did not stop watching halfway because he was so scared. He must have gotten bored.

Lately, we are desperate to talk about other things than work, hence arguing about the ending of a bad movie.

E: I don't update my Facebook status anymore. My life is too boring.
S: Same.
J: I'm the complete opposite, I only update my status when I'm bored.

Oy, shoot me in the face and set me on fire.

But yes, I am bored.

What is the meaning of life?