Happy Mew Year

No amount of dread could hold back the coming of 2009.

So what the heck – HAPPY NEW YEAR KAKI-KAKI SEKALIAN!

Well, actually I’m not dragging my feet that much anymore into the new year. It was scary at first to think that 2009 will be the year I take my FINAL semester, graduate and err, blank. I don’t have my life figured out, and for the first time that is fine – and I say this without bursting into tears and start spamming Job Street with resumes (come to think of it, you can do that right? Right?). But of course, the prospect of me washing toilets is still very real, to the extent that I read it in the headlines everyday – right between the lines of “More Economic Pain in 2009”. So, yes, new year very scary.

But as always the habit of new year is to stride in no matter how unprepared you feel, or how depressed you are, or how you are still stuck in the jam trying to remember why countdown on new year’s eve sounded like a good idea, or how little beer you have to serve your barrel of guests, or how you can’t even remember what was your last year’s resolution to recycle it. And as the clock hits 12, the fireworks blasted and the sigh released, I realized that well, it’s also just another new day. Live well; one day at a time. Even the Bible say must okay. So, new year, fear not! Much!

With that load in the chest removed, Sayang and I went around chasing fireworks.

Yep, we didn’t plan to see any fireworks or do any countdown. Come to think of it, I’ve never count down before. My holistic development ensured that I went straight from curfew-at-6p.m. to too-old-for-this-stuff. So, Bryan and I just spent New Year’s Eve in each other’s arms watching some bloke movie that is so dumb I had to laugh non-stop. I laugh at anything these days.

Now, I’m not going to do a disclaimer like “yeah we’re boring” unless you show me any rulebook in this world that decreed “fun” as partying, boozing and go crazy only. Even if there is such a rulebook, I’ll probably ignore it. So celebs, please don’t keep telling the world that you are boring because you “prefer to stay at home and watch DVDs/cook/read/take bubble bath/surf for PO…litics”. If it’s fun for you, then so be it!

Anyway, I digressed. So yeah, Bryan and me, the a-bit-like-old-couple-but-NOT-boring duo did not count down. But as he was sending me home we caught glimpses of fireworks in many directions so we just drove around trying to find out where it’s coming from. After that we had some heart-to-heart talk in the car, and he kissed me goodnight and voila! 2009 is here.

What We Did on New Year’s Day:


Just before Bryan was supposed to bring me to dinner, I opened the door and heard loud and urgent “mews” from my longkang. Sounded something like MEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEWMEW and the list goes on. And since everybody knows curiosity only kills the cat and not humans, Bryan and me decide to investigate by paying a visit to my much-neglected, weed-infested longkang. There it was, a shivering kitty struggling to climb out.

And all… motherly instincts broke loose.




Bryan ‘rescued’ it from the longkang. The mew-ing got even louder and urgent. We decided that there was probably a misunderstanding – kitty didn’t seem happy being ‘rescued’. No harm done. We decide it was probably hungry. Rushed out to buy some milk. Poured out milk into a plastic spoon so that Kitty can drink from it. Misunderstanding again, it appears, as Kitty didn’t seem to have grasped the concept of ‘drinking’ yet. A little more pestering, and KITTY DRANK! LICKED! WHATEVER YOU CALL IT!

Got Milk?

And Bryan melted into a puddle of goo.

A few minutes later, Kitty didn’t want anymore milk and it just kept mew-ing. And we are so inexperienced in taking care of stray animals that we had no idea what to do. I can’t keep it – either my Dad or my landlord will flip; and Bryan’s dog would probably eat it or become emo (it just haaaates cats). So in the end, hoping that Kitty’s mommy will come back soon, we put Kitty back where we found her.

When I got back, Kitty was gone. Well, I hope its safe with its mummy now. I hope that we had been a little help to this poor, cute kitten, and hopefully, it will look back one day as a grown cat and remember how two inept adults tried to save its life on New Year’s Day.

Bryan, on the other hand, was heartbroken that Kitty was gone.

In his anguish, Bryan unleashed his artistic prowess.

Nothing like starting the new year with a MEW.

Enjoy 2009 people!