people make lists. resolutions. amends. people think they'll get through with it. i say it's just a waste of time set aside while waiting for imbeciles who are late for their meetings in the middle of a wet wet day. but then again. i'm one of those imbeciles that people also bitch about being late for (almost) all their meetings along the way, on a hot (and then) wet wet day. the point being.. this post has been drafted and redrafted so many times due to the earthquake and bad connections (what! no credit card payments due to bloody earthquake ) that i got sick of my own list. resolutions and whatnots. it's the same every year. while i go around transferring blame. accepting blame. verbal taiching blame. and physically nitpicking blame. i forgot mostly what i did in the year. it feels like 2 years went by when in fact it was what? ..eleven months. (i'm thinking i slept enough to cover one month)

so what do i remember?
i did not have a terrible year considering earthquake-military takeover-electoralscrewups-and-gst-spiking standards. my cap hit an all low rockbottom (notsoflatteringgrounded) situation forcing me to stop cruising and take a look around. in all other words. i agreed to disagree (with myself nonetheless) with ideals only known to me. and with all due respect. whatever is written here once again - ahem. known to only yours truly.

i remember missing my first deadline. my first failed history essay. my pr skills at organising/co-organising parties. my weekend getaway to sunny redang with omgwereadslamdunkandownedtamagotchipets con. i screamed my lungs out and got away with dismembering oasis tunes. i got further away from partying one whole freaking week until i blew out those three candles. and then further still. i got flown off to another extended holiday with neh and man to dimsumland. there.. i lived purely on polluted air, pasta, credit cards, and (guesswhat?) dimsum! not forgetting free cosmos and free wine every wed and thurs with my ohimsodaftbutispeakperfectlygoodamerican. almost threw my roommate out of my perfectly good view of the sea and disneyland fireworks window of seventeen floors. realised we are never too old to do something others think only the young do. realised that my cantonese and mandarin are more than just finely honed. to our horror. realise that our english was deproving despite banters in anything less than an american accent (once again! it's like once you speak like them, your intellect becomes them) did i mention extended holiday? to china, no less. eat vegetarian, no less. drink snake, more or less. turned all psychopath after seeing talltanhandsome actor (still no photo, very sad!) watched felicity all over again, on a treadmill, no less. watched so much hk drama serials i am better than cable's very own channel 55. tivo previous post and fast forward to landoframen and gachapongs. absolutely love the life until fast forward till present moment, where hot and humid co-exists. cors still exist. screwedup admins still exist. twistergames still exist. and drunkdriving is still real. and robbie williams is a prick. and guess what. i still type exactly the same way.

i am nothing. if not predictable. almost all the time at least.

so tell me... did i get away with murder?