So this is the new year, and I don’t feel any different. Death Cab For Cutie.
Okay. I do feel a little bit different. For starters, I spent New Year’s Eve with my good friend Cindy. She’s adorable and has the most awesome outlook in life. She said, “Do whatever you want as long as you are happy.” There’s more to this line than simple hedonism. “As long as” shows that for every action there’s a reaction. Cause and effect. In other words, choose wisely. Think before you act. What you are about to do might seem to be a precursor to happiness, or it could be the end. Huyyo mind-fuck sungguh innit?
So today I woke up at 2pm after spending time talking stories with Cindy, in between actually managing to hug the legendary Jakeman from Hitz.fm, who came to KK to spin a set. It felt like being in one of his weekend midnight shows on radio. He put on Selena Gomez’s “I Love You Like A Love Song” and the young crowd went crazy singing along to the peat peat peat peat part. It was interesting people watching, everybody looking Korean, some of them could be Korean, and so handsome and pretty.
Woke up and found myself wishing for noodles. So walked around and found a nice restaurant and ordered seafood noodles. It came with a small bowl. I got a bit confused. Should I eat straight from the claypot or from the porcelain bowl. Bowlception I tell you.
Before the late lunch I bought a bag. Was out walking about and saw this deep blue bag looking so alien next to dull pastels and it called my name. It did. It said, “Jannah, take me home.” So I did. Only after purchasing it did I realized the handle part looks similar to my dream bag, the emerald Mulberry Taylor bag that Serena Van Der Woodsen had when she went out for lunch with cousin Charlie in LA. I know I can’t afford the real deal, so coming as close as I can to the dream bag is already one step forward in my book thank you very much.
Then I went to watch Sherlock Holmes, Game of Shadows. Robert Downey Jr at his most adorable self and Jude Law being his so serious it was too cute. These two make a great pair. The energy between them, or could be the amazing scriptwriting, was captivating. My movie experience however was a bit disrupted by this 5 year old kid in the row in front of me who kept looking behind (one time I clapped my hand and gave him the sit down properly stare and it quieted him down for about 5 minutes.)
But drama begets drama and I want to watch the drama on the big screen so I ignored the kid and absorbed myself into the world of Sherlock Holmes. Guy Ritchie really do know how to make Guy Movies. Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels was only the beginning. Here’s to more Holmes installment in the future. And Dr Watson too, of course. After that a quick stop to the bookstore to look for Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes books and found two volumes of The Complete Novels and Stories. Hey 20% rebate! Thanks! Gonna slowly digest the stories during my lazy weekends in the hutan.
That’s just about it I guess. For 2012, I wish to write more. In the immortal words of my Guru Mr Neil Gaiman,
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
