I fell asleep a little after 10pm on 31 December 2009, and I woke up to a new decade and the news that Tok Mat passed away in his sleep last night. I have no ‘special memories’ with the former Information Minister, except for the fact that during Speech Day 1995 at STF, he shook my hands twice as I came up to receive two awards. Never in my five years at the school did I do anything I found worthy of note, but they decided to give me two the year after I left. And Tok Mat was the dude who effectively said, ‘You again?’ to me in jest the second time I went up. Al-Fatihah.
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I started the Hijrii new year by moving into new digs; and today I start the Ordinal new year by sitting in my new study and watching trains go by cleaning up the new digs and unpacking for real, now that some furniture arrived. I can’t quite do a Dr. Roger yet; most of everything is from BHF Furniture (read: severely second hand). Nantilah, bila Kudo nak jual Natuzzi dia aku beli dari dia lah pulak.
Jack Frost kem salam kat korang
I am glad to see January because it’s been a crazy ass December. Or in politer parlance, manic. Last December saw me entertaining the folks and stepping up to my Along position; I planned for a quieter end-of-year in 2009; only to see myself moving house in 2 inch snow. Crazier things may not have been planned.
But yes, as I bade farewell to SHG, I said hello to FCH and am settling in fine. I am a creature of comfort; I don’t quite need a bed but I do need a workdesk. And once that arrived last Tuesday I was back in full swing. Not blogging, though. But writing a working paper for a conference that was due midnight last night. I also had a piece for TMI that was due midday 31 December KayEll time. No, I have never learnt lessons when it comes to procrastination. How can a word that has the prefix ‘pro’ ever mean anything bad?
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And so the new year begins with me unpacking en masse. Books are being transferred to shelves, of which there are now five (up one from SHG). I want Billy ones, but damn you IKEA for charging 50 squids for delivery! I forsee another bookcase purchase sooner rather than later.
As a matter of habit I have never had New Year resolutions, but when asked, in early January 2009, what I anticipated achieving during the year, I said I wanted to study Greek tragedies and learn Spanish. While neither of them were resolutions, the outcome was pretty much what it was had they been resolutions: I got nowhere nearer to learning Spanish than buying an el-cheapo dictionary; and the Greek tragedy of 2009 that I came closest to was their a crash course in how they handled public finances during the credit crisis.
I naively thought that with the PhD done and dusted I would have more time to myself. The problem is that I have so many side interests, I didn’t have much time to devote myself to exploring in depth just one. Focus, that’s what I need. But don’t we all.
My lack of ability in managing time between various interests (read: I need to start reading lifehack.org, not just bookmark it!) can be clearly seen via the serious lack of blog entries in 2009: 91 entries in 12 months, compared to 184 in 2008. Yes, I know that’s more than a 50% reduction. I will write more in 2010, I will I will I will. I will also not use the TMI column as an excuse.

Perhaps my lack of writing is a natural repercussion of my lack of reading. In 2009 I read so much less than I did in prior years. Ironic, given that I had a pretty much clear slate during weekends last year; and I was juggling a thesis, work and attempts to have what resembled a balanced life in years before that. I read Atlas Shrugged while knee deep in my PhD, for crying out loud. I suppose the pressure helped me make the most of the little time I had. I remember reading being a reward for reaching a particular stage in whatever it was I was working on. Now that my ambitionless self has no markers against which work can be benchmarked against… I just laze about my weekends away.
Or maybe I no longer possess the ability to feel. I wished, upon greeting 1430H”, that “I want to leave you behind. For real, for good, but not forever”. Maybe that came true, because I left it behind, for real this time. And it’s been a while since anything stirred me, much. I think I need to fall in love again, and then lose it. Nothing floods the blogosphere with entries more than a broken heart. Yes you can quote me on that.
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And on the decade past, I can’t believe October 2001-October 2002 was the only year I was on Malaysian soil for more than 6 weeks during the Noughties. I indeed have set up base here, and constructed for myself a sphere within which I exist quite happily. (Note: sphere, not bubble. You cannot pierce a sphere because it isn’t a bubble).
Anyhoo.
To end off, because I must – I have a confession to make. Yes, it’s true…
I quite enjoy Lady Gaga.

