Into The Wild

This is inspired by Sharon's post about wanting to watch American Gangster, as well as a burning desire to run screaming from my workplace and do something to take my mind off it. Just for my own reference, and in case anyone is interested: it's a list of movies that I'm planning to watch in the near future. If you want to catch anything with me, comment or SMS, please! Or you can squawk loudly in the cinema like Rashid, "MUST WATCH! MUST WATCH!"

- American Gangster
- Into The Wild
- I'm Not There
- Cloverfield
- Vantage Point
- 10000 BC
- Juno
- The Bucket List
- Chapter 27

I Want You (She's So Heavy)

So my new job started out quite horribly, but it's slowly getting better. Still, I can't complain because it's better than it being the other way round. I just have to be really alert and humble and make sure that I don't screw up.

Went with Jayine and Redz earlier to Skin at red dot traffic, which was a great loungey-type place that serves the best Shirley Temples that I have ever tasted. Elnie, you got to try this! The music was a bit too loud, but then I'm half-deaf anyway, so the difference is minimal. It's pretty funny because we ordered some bar food, and it took quite some time before the food arrived. The thing is, Redz and Jayine saw them 'tar-pau' the food (most likely from the nearby Maxwell Food Center) so it was pretty weird paying $12 for fries from a Western stall. Still, the ambience was excellent.

Like I was telling them earlier, I have decided that 2008 is my fuck-it year. I am just not going to care anymore. I'm not going to actively chase or pursue anything, because 2007 was all about active pursuing and chasing and wanting and hoping, and in the end, feeling let down and fucked up and used and stupid for ever thinking that anything would change. So my philosophy for 2008 is "Fuck it!" Say it with me again, kids!

I know I sound bitter, and I might be, but like I said, I'm just past the point of caring. I'm not going to entertain shallow friendships with people I don't care about. I'm not going to worry about all the TV shows and movies and books and bands that I might be missing out on. And this year *might* just be the year I start trying to forgive and forget past grudges - from those idiots in secondary school who made my life miserable to former colleagues who make Hitler look like Barney to myself - I just have got to let go of all that crap and stop lugging it about with me. Because it's getting old and no one cares, not even me anymore.

Hope my 2008 philosophy still stays the same after 2 months - okay lah, 2 hours, maybe?

Strawberry Fields Forever

So tomorrow is the start of my new job. I'm not sure what to expect, and the excitement I'm feeling is tempered with a sense of apprehension. I don't like looking forward too much to certain things in case they turn out to be major disappointments (which happens 95% of the time whenever I'm looking forward to something.) So I'm trying to go for 'blase' but it's veering dangerously close to being plain worried. Still, worrying isn't going to change anything. So I'll just shut up.

After a friend of mine lost his very close friend, I find my thoughts plagued once again with the question of mortality, and just what I want exactly out of life. As an ex-colleague put it bluntly, "Hah, why do you want to work at another bookstore?" Well, what else am I supposed to do? Sign up for a glamourous career in the army as a back-up paratrooper? Sell all my belongings and open up a halal char siew pao stall?

Yet, in a weird, twisted way, I do get what she means. And I don't know whether that's a good thing, or a bad thing. Wish me luck on my first day of work.

And Rashid - you have my utter condolences.

Strawberry Fields Forever

So tomorrow is the start of my new job. I'm not sure what to expect, and the excitement I'm feeling is tempered with a sense of apprehension. I don't like looking forward too much to certain things in case they turn out to be major disappointments (which happens 95% of the time whenever I'm looking forward to something.) So I'm trying to go for 'blase' but it's veering dangerously close to being plain worried. Still, worrying isn't going to change anything. So I'll just shut up.

After a friend of mine lost his very close friend, I find my thoughts plagued once again with the question of mortality, and just what I want exactly out of life. As an ex-colleague put it bluntly, "Hah, why do you want to work at another bookstore?" Well, what else am I supposed to do? Sign up for a glamourous career in the army as a back-up paratrooper? Sell all my belongings and open up a halal char siew pao stall?

Yet, in a weird, twisted way, I do get what she means. And I don't know whether that's a good thing, or a bad thing. Wish me luck on my first day of work.

And Rashid - you have my utter condolences.

It's Not Over...Yet

Many apologies for the loooong absence. I could blame it on a lot of things - a stagnant internet connection, work, uber-laziness, inertia....but I'd rather save the excuses. So, like a Haitian zombie experiment gone horribly wrong, I'm back from the dead, lurching about and mumbling, "Brains...."

Happy 2008, people. I hope this will be a better year for me, and for all of us as well.