The Season, no?

It's the end of the year again.

I remember an old Archie comic I read about Jughead taking time out to take stock or inventory about himself after watching Pop Tate shut the Chocklit Shoppe for a day to do the same.

Every time around this year, I feel like I should do the same. Take stock of what I have done throughout the year. Do more of some of the things, and maybe less of some of the others. And with that, the resolutions will follow, kan?

So what have I learned about myself this year that I can resolve to do more in the next year?

In general, I still like people too much. So, in 2009, I'll be a little meaner, leaner and nastier to the populace.

So this coming 2009, my resolution is a double win. If I keep it, I kept my resolution (yay!), but if I don't, then it just goes to show I'm a nice guy, deserve good karma points, and generally all around awesome (also yay!).

Jere

It's Christmas...

... or it will be soon enough.

It's time for cheer, goodwill, and hoping for presents that you actually want.

I remember back in the day when I was a little younger (or maybe a whole lot younger. Meh), I learnt that Christmas was celebrated to mark the birth of Jesus Christ, who some people believed to be the Lord and Saviour of everybody.

It was a special day. It was like the birthday of a superhero. You'd want to celebrate that.

But then, every Christmas I'd see Santa Claus instead. He was on TV. In shopping malls. Books.
And Jesus (who's birthday we were supposed to be celebrating), was not found as often.

So being the young kid that I was, I attempted to make sense of the lunacy. And the simplest way for me was this: Jesus was Santa. And at 4 years old, this is how it went:

You see, Jesus was born. Did lots of awesome stuff to warrant a book and musical made about his life, then he was betrayed and ultimately crucified. 3 days later he rose from the dead.

Then he decides to run off to the North Pole (where they were less likely to crucify him), grew old there, and decided that instead of doing the big stuff like raising the dead and walking on water, he'd make toys for children and give it to them on his birthday because they deserved it.

Now if you think about it, it makes sense no? They had similarities. They were both benevolent people. They both had beards. And they both had GOD-like powers. Walking on water, and getting reindeer to fly you across the night are two very similar skills I would think.

But of course, now that I'm older and a little wiser, I think I know better. And kids today do as well.

Christmas is all about the presents. And Santa is a pimp.

Merry Christmas =)

Jere

Food, music and DVDs.

It's been an interesting few days.

Spent the weekend in Penang for the Penang Island Jazz Festival. I didn't go in with any expectation of how things were going to be, but I was completely floored by how awesome the acts were. Adibah Noor blew me away with her performance, while being able to watch Steve Hackett was one of those once-in-a-lifetime events.

There was also the Penang food. It was heavenly. And that is all there is to that.

Also bought me some DVD boxsets. Got me the first two seasons of Rome and Deadwood. This should tide me over until I have the rest The Wire.

As a result of this, my wallet is hurt. Bad. It's critically wounded. In need of an intervention. A resuscitation. A resurrection. It needs more money.

So it looks like I'll be spending the next week or two eating cup noodles and watching my dvds.

But you know what? It doesn't seem too bad at this point. I just could be a little happy.

=)

Jere