The Curious Case of Brangelina

Dad: What's up with this Brad Pitt and his wife?
Me: He's not married.
Dad: Yeah, but what's up with them adopting all these kids when they have so many of their own?
Me: I think they have.....6. 6 altogether. 3 are their own birth children.
Dad: What if they divorced?
Me: They're not married.
Dad: Yeah, what if they broke up? How are they gonna split the kids? Who's going to get who?
Me: Yeah.
Dad: I mean, what's wrong with them? Why do they need so many kids?

I was amused.

2009

So, we're officially in 2009 now. I woke up to the sounds of screaming babies, construction work and my friend's giggling on the very first day of 2009. Went out for an extremely idiotic and expensive dinner on New Year's Eve, watched 2008 end on the subway, passed out at 2am after gossiping about celebrities. Exciting.

Passed on the invite to go partying with a friend's friend, thanks to that nightmare of a so-called night out on Merdeka's Eve, where the bad music and bad company was so bad it made my 2008's top 10 memorable stuff list. I'm not saying that I don't like partying, in fact, I do enjoy it if its played out right, but going out on the night that EVERYONE is going out doesn't seem very appealing.

All in all, 2008 was, uhm 2008? I have no idea what went on and can't seem to think of any personal achievements that needs detailing. Goals and resolution were made but none was fulfilled(haircuts do not fucking count). By the end of 2009, I will turn the god-fucking old age of 25. So yeah, we'll see how this year turns out.