Monday, January 3, 2011

Annual Forecast

Raise your hand if you managed to catch a glimpse of Christmas speeding past you like the Starship Enterprise on turbo mode, leaving your innards vibrating with the aftershock.

Me neither.

The sheer fact that it HAS passed and I'm back to procrastinating behind an office desk after an all-too-short annual leave stint is nothing short of depressing. I see no light at the end of my tunnel. I mean that metaphorically and am not referring to my anus. That's a different post.

This post, on the other hand, is nothing but one big complaint. Leave now if you're feeling happy today. Should you choose the masochistic option of sticking around, don't say I didn't warn you and don't you dare comment with glib attempts at motivation. It's a Monday and I'm entitled to my grouchiness.

I'm not too pleased with the yesteryear, to be honest. It just wasn't speckled with the cheerful madness that my life is usually full of. Sure, there was plenty of travelling around and the odd puppy picked up and rehomed successfully, but seeing the humour in living just seemed such a task. 2010 did not, for once in my life, feature any JOY worth reminiscing about.

I blame my parents. They are Sri Lankan, after all. So am I, and blaming parents is what we children of the soil do best when things are not satisfactory. Although, come to think of it, no one seems to be pointing any fingers at Mommy and Daddy Rajapakse, no? (I have a feeling Mervin's mum is thought about alot, however...).

My two were exceptionally active with the emotional blackmail last year. To say I’m going on 32 and need approval on how my hair looks is a testament to their insanity. Their skills have reached new levels in expertise and absurdity. Mother Dearest has mastered the Quivering Lower Lip to a tee and can now whip it out at the merest 'ahem'. Dad's speciality- Delusional Rants - peaked during the Christmas season and nearly drove me to homicide.

Yes, we're a nice, quiet little family, we are. So quiet, in fact, that when we dine out together you can hear the chef’s hat pin drop into the soup, way back in the kitchens.

If my family is ever at the same restaurant as you, do check your soup for signs of dropped pin.

My resident evil aside, not everything in 2010 has been a complete disaster. I did manage to rescue and rehome 24 furry four-leggeds (I can see RD sniggering at that one), visit two new countries and learn to bake a decent cupcake. The cons outweighed, though. The least of which was my car and I careening into a wall and causing both airbags to pop out. Ah, good times.

I suppose I must now join the merry bandwagon and do my bit of resolutioning, no? Not that it makes a difference. Last year’s list is still waiting. But for what it’s worth, this year, I PLAN to-


  • Find my runaway mojo
  • Change jobs – by workplace or career, whichever seems more lucrative and comes first
  • Outperform last year’s animal rescue stats
  • Move out of home
  • Get a tattoo – because really, it’s the fashionable way to rebel, innit?
  • Write a book
  • See a new country
  • Learn to cook 10 new dishes and achieve non-toxic rating for at least one of them

Watch this space.

6 comments:

cj said...

Purely for very selfish reasons I vote that you move "Write" a book to the top of the list. And can I have/buy an advance copy please.
on a completely different note I heard that Mervins mom was a very sweet and lovely lady.

hijinx said...

Hi! don't think I've said anything before, but I decided to de-lurk in honour of 2011.

The end-of-tunnel lights are out, btw, maintenance will be by shortly. Wait, I'm not sure we share a tunnel, so you're on your own. :p

Anyways, happy new year, and good luck with your resolutions. :)

santhoshi said...

Write a book! I second CJ.

Dee said...

Me likes bullet no. 3!

Gadgetgirl said...

tattoo! get that done.

Guiding Spirit said...

Second the tattoo option !!