2008 has been a memorable year for me. So for 2009, my new year's resolution is to forget 2008.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!~~

I'm at a loss, because it feels like I'm talking to myself (and God knows I do enough of that in my free time). And even after little to zero creative output of any kind from yours truly for the past several weeks, I'm still at a lost. The human brain is an interesting thing; too bad it's not made use of most of the time.

My fortunate escape from the prison they call Hell's Kitchen yields nothing except a desire to watch more documentaries on TV and a propensity to smoke until my throat is parched. Behind bars, I alternate between hibernating and watching Anthony Bourdain. And taking smoke breaks, of course. Nothing doing here.

My only opiate left -- cigarettes. There I go again, lighting another cigarette. No love. No life. Anti-social tendencies begin to accumulate. I can no longer sleep with someone else in the same room. I try to limit conversations with others to a bare minimum. I'm starting to dislike everyone I meet. I have nothing much to say to anyone, and even if I do, I don't feel the need to start a conversation. I decline offers to meet new people. I'm not even trying to find something to look forward to. I sometimes forget that eating is a required daily activity.

There I go again, lighting another cigarette. I feel like a child again, sans innocence, energy, and a sense of wonder. We live in a beautiful world, but I can't see past whatever mess I've made of everything. I know I'm going to hell; I just wish they'd make the processing faster. Can someone please take me away?

Or at least do something. Make it all a vanishing act, or a stage. Make me remember things I've never experienced. There I go again, lighting another cigarette. Make it interesting, because life is boring me to death. Or I'm boring myself to death. But then I can't escape myself, can I? I'm really losing it, and at this point I don't really care. Let you entertain me for a change.

Okay, maybe I just need more sleep.

OK so before I started this blogging thing. I promised myself two things I would not get into. Politics and Italian cuisine. But after watching Obama's acceptance speech, I was moved by his words and the vision he foresees for America. This man has achieved and experienced so much in his life. Let's just hope he will be able to execute what Bush and Cheney failed to do so for the past eight years. Change is definitely something America needs to face expecially during this crucial point of time looking at the state of the union. Barack Obama is the main man for the job. Hail the new Commander-In-Chief and welcome him to the White House as he will be the next President of the United States Of America. Nuff' said.

By the way future Mr.President, if you ever stumble through this, shoot me a holla done after you win the elections for the after party at the White House. =)

I'm all psyched and exhausted cos I've just finished writing a song for a special someone.
heheh, time will tell who it is when I upload it after it gets recorded. Hope you guys enjoyed your weekends. It's off to bed now, I'm already feeling sleepy.



Peace

How is it that cats can look so cool while they're licking their own ass? How does it feel to have no shame and still look like a million bucks at the same time? To be totally poised and majestic; to have so much attitude; to look like you own the world. To not have a care in this world. My cat is like that. I have tried to be like my cat but I don't think I've succeeded. As the Disney film 'The Aristocats' expounded, Everybody wants to be a cat/ Because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at.

And how true. So calm and self-assured; who wouldn't want to be a cat? My cat looks at me with contempt and such haughtiness when she is satisfied. She slowly blinks and looks away as though I am the least interesting thing on Earth. My cat is telling me that she is above such things as the human condition; that whatever we do or say is not worth her time. She'd rather be indulging in something far more important -- like cleaning her fur, or scratching the sofa, or just lounging on the living room carpet.

And when she's not satisfied -- when my cat is hungry or has a tummy ache -- she mews so pleadingly that you have to give in to what she needs, or you'll feel like a heartless bastard and that guilty conscience will haunt you to the point where you won't be able to forgive yourself for ignoring her cries for help. And when her needs are fulfilled, she looks at you -- at which point you will think she is about to give an acknowledgement of thanks -- and blinks really slowly, and looks away. She doesn't even acknowledge your existence! Then you will feel totally used, until the next time she pulls at your heart strings and you give in to whatever she wishes.

Just like in the Garfield comic strip, a cat is always the center of personal attention. My cat will climb onto the desk and make herself comfortable on the keyboard. She only does this when I'm typing. When I'm engorging myself with food, my cat will inevitably make her presence known. She gives me the you-are-totally-below-me look, and stares at the food. I can see her face every time I look up from my plate.

She is telling me: "Look, who are we trying to kid? You know you want to give me a piece of that steak; I'm your cat, for God's sake! I deserve a piece of that steak, so why don't you just give it to me right now? You want me to beg? How can you treat me so cruelly--" and on and on, until I give her what she wants.

And once my cat has had her fill, she looks at me and says, "You're still here? Who are you, again? Nevermind, that's not important. Make some room so I can stretch myself on your lap, and maybe if you don't annoy me I'll grant you the privilege of scratching my neck."

And if I brush her off the keyboard or doesn't do what she says, she'll casually walk away like I'm not even there. I can almost hear her indignation. "I'll find someone else to pamper me, you pompous brat. And to think I've tolerated your presence in my house... Hmph!"

Who doesn't want to be a cat? I love my cat. Very reminiscent of having a baby sister or a girlfriend.