To herald the death of the old year and the arrival of the new, I’ve put some serious thought into creating a list of new year’s resolutions (for real, this time). But before that, let me say how into Bruce Springsteen I am right now. I don’t know why MTV or the damn radio isn’t playing his music. It’s like they are the king in “Braveheart” playing that RnB rubbish and trying to convince us that prima nocta is cool. Which incidentally, leads me to my first resolution.
1. Be less judgemental when it comes to people’s music choices. In fact, I may just take a line or two from zealous ex-girlfriends and persuade people to listen to better music by crying and threatening to kill myself. No doubt RnB lovers would point to this blog as the reason why the world is better off without Led Zeppelin, just like how the Al Qaeda shows “E!” to recruit people to bomb the Western world.
In other news, my baking is out of control. Yesterday alone I made two loaves of white bread and a giant almond crumb cookie. Also, when people ask me what I put in the cookies, I say I use a random premix from NTUC, ha ha ha! I’m kidding, of course - I only use the premix joke to trick people into thinking my cookies are safe. After which I shout “Sucka!” at them and tell them I actually baked it from scratch and incidently have they renewed their insurance signed the indemnity form on the way in? What I was trying to say is, I aim to
2. Bake less. Baking can get really pricey when you’re really into it. But baking stuff for people is like what Africa is to Bono. (Sure, I understand that Bono is a better musician than I am a baker, but the trade-off is I don’t fritter my conversations with sanctimonious speeches. I mean, I may even have to think twice about sitting next to him at a dinner party because I’ll probably be like Heaven Forfend!, here comes a dissertation on the UN. What does The Edge do anyway?)
3. Read more. This does not include Rolling Stone, Q, the comic section of Life!, and hell if I read Persuasion another time. The new year indicates a fresh start for changing the humiliatingly small number of books I have read this year to just embarrassingly small.
1. Be less judgemental when it comes to people’s music choices. In fact, I may just take a line or two from zealous ex-girlfriends and persuade people to listen to better music by crying and threatening to kill myself. No doubt RnB lovers would point to this blog as the reason why the world is better off without Led Zeppelin, just like how the Al Qaeda shows “E!” to recruit people to bomb the Western world.
In other news, my baking is out of control. Yesterday alone I made two loaves of white bread and a giant almond crumb cookie. Also, when people ask me what I put in the cookies, I say I use a random premix from NTUC, ha ha ha! I’m kidding, of course - I only use the premix joke to trick people into thinking my cookies are safe. After which I shout “Sucka!” at them and tell them I actually baked it from scratch and incidently have they renewed their insurance signed the indemnity form on the way in? What I was trying to say is, I aim to
2. Bake less. Baking can get really pricey when you’re really into it. But baking stuff for people is like what Africa is to Bono. (Sure, I understand that Bono is a better musician than I am a baker, but the trade-off is I don’t fritter my conversations with sanctimonious speeches. I mean, I may even have to think twice about sitting next to him at a dinner party because I’ll probably be like Heaven Forfend!, here comes a dissertation on the UN. What does The Edge do anyway?)
3. Read more. This does not include Rolling Stone, Q, the comic section of Life!, and hell if I read Persuasion another time. The new year indicates a fresh start for changing the humiliatingly small number of books I have read this year to just embarrassingly small.
Also, here is a picture of my sister, on her first day of school. Ah, they grow up so fast.
4. I heretofore resolve to be more patient with her. But just for kicks, let me tell you how much of a challenge taking her photo is. “Okay. I need you to put the food down below your face. Okay. Now. Look at me and smile. Grace! Smile! Baby? Look at me! Okay. Smile. Can you look at me and smile? Okay. That's it. Good. Look at me! Okay…”
5. And lastly, I’m going to learn Spanish and the guitar by any means necessary. Even if it means leaving no time to shower and comb my hair. YES, this time it’s SERIOUS.
And there you have it. The year has been started with a bang, a whimper and a poorly-aimmed whiz.
