My New Year

I just find it hard to understand a certain group of people.

High on the list are those who embrace this idea of celebrating the day of love or romance in the name of this very dead and possibly queer person we all know as Valentine.

I also don't understand people who takes pride in mocking other people's intelligence on Fools Day that happens, yes, every 1st of April.

And then there are those who asks me how my new year's been like.

This 2010 thing.

I mean, for the love of everything sacred, how in the world do you answer queries like that?

"Hows your new year so far, bro?". And I'm like whiskey tango foxtrot all around.

For the past weeks since the 1st of this month, I've had calls and e mails from friends and kin who asked me this same shit. And when I bumped into Jimmy this morning, I felt compelled to vent about this shit here.

Consider this...

Jim : Yo, dude! Hows you, bro?

Me : Hey, Jim. Its been a long time. I'm fine, man.

Jim : Yeah. Hows your new year so far, man?

And I was like, MY new year? MINE? New year?

Me : Errr...good I guess. I've had 6 beers last night and that makes 47 this month. So I think its been good.

Jim : Urrrmmm...yeeaaaah. Nice. I'll call you soon, man. See ya.

Me : Fuck off...

See what I mean? But just in case you're one of those who have nothing else to ask me and for some reason, you're itching to know how my new year has evolved so far, here's how its been like.

Kicked off with grand dad choosing to go to the happy hunting ground on the very last day of 2009.

And I fucking think that was so cool. And I think he was also cool with the whole arrangement.

Nevermind.

And todate, I've also had 47 beers. I'm counting this year. I have a list going.

There. Thats it.

That's how.

So now, fuck off.