It's going to be seven days to New Year counting from today. So far I've hung out with the best buds I've made in Singapore. It's been fun and it's been annoying too. Firstly, you need to put up with a lot of things, that your friends do. Since they are your friends, you let it go, one day at a time, then you get used to their nonsense, their quirks and then it's just a matter of taking it in your stride. It's not just friends, as a matter of fact, it's also with the cooking. I couldn't bear the thought of cooking, I mean I never really cooked everyday and frankly, even now I can get super bored with it. The thing is, over the period since I arrived in Singapore, the best thing I learnt here is how to hold a knife. I mean, that's the biggest and single most important training I've got. I can slice the tomatoes with grace. I am kind of proud of that. I can be diligent in the mornings, making myself a cup of green tea and amazing eggs for breakfast and watching "How I met your Mother" episodes for days on end. Even though I found the Season 5 absolutely boring.
We are planning to have X'mas dinner at my friend Steph's house. The thing with her is, she really really gets low when there is a low turnout. We always plan and then after a few cancellations like the domino effect, we are left with less than a handful of people wanting to attend, and that's when she sulks. I guess she's all in for a big crowd. But for me, I prefer a small one, I don't mind the huge turnout. But if there are even two best and close friends in the crowd, I think I am absolutely safe and ready to play.
I'm postponing my trip to India. I don't see the point. Most times, I wake up to a room and a world where I have no job and I am a grown-up living on my parent's money. That almost kills me. Every damn day. It's the worst nightmare I wake up to everyday. Sometimes, I want to regret my decision, but back then, this was the most noble and the right decision I've made in a long time. Frankly, it so happened that every New Year, I would always be huddled up in a corner or having a blast with my friends, wondering why I was alone and single and rest of the world had someone who they could kiss on New Year's eve. But it turns out, that when you give up hoping and losing your heart over and over again, you realise that you are actually better off it. And as New Year's comes closer, it reassures my faith that being independent and self-confident is the best gift I could ever give myself.
So here's to Me and of course, Freedom, what would we be without it?
