Mumbles. My mumbles. I mumble a lot.

2009 was, in a whole, a bummer. It grabbed me by the balls, (yes, I said MY balls) turned me upside down, dragged me by miles and back.

Though somedays did made me smile. I'm pretty content. Hey, you can't stay on top forever.

So I promise you. I'll get my revenge in 2010. I'm gonna kick it where it hurts most. I'm gonna shove my foot up it's behind. Yeah. I'm gonna go and get it.

I feel like Rocky. I don't make resolutions by the way.

I wish you all a very happy new year. Bring it on, 'cuz I'm ready.

It's 2 a.m and I'm starving. Hence, the list of my cravings are as follows:

1. Steak. A big juicy one. I don't care what type of sauce, be it mushroom, black pepper, bbq. I'll take 'em all, s'il vous plait. Mix 'em up, pour it in a wine glass, and I'll savour it.

2. Masala Thosai. Having this as a snack is a sin. Worth it, though.

3. Warm apple pie, with vanilla ice cream smothered on top.

4. 1901 Hotdog.

5. Banana leaf rice. Don't blame me. I just saw a videoclip showcasing Raju's (the one in PJ).

6. Paddle Pop Rainbow-flavoured ice cream. I know it states caramel-flavoured on the label. But if anyone tells me that THAT is what rainbow tastes like, I'll believe them. I'll treat them for an ice-cream. I'll start looking for rainbows, and hell yeah, I'll start licking them.

7. Mihun goreng, no veggies, and very hot. That's how you enjoy a dose of mihun.

8. Half boiled eggs, mamak store style. Bushra LOVES watching me do this one.

9. Keropok lekor, losong style. FTW baby. FTW.

10. Penang style Kuehtiaw. I don't wanna fly to Helsinki for this one. (Actually, how do you spell Kuehtiaw REALLY?)

11. Mom's Ayam percik. Makes no sense to grill in the winter, and I don't have the luxury of an oven. As a bachelor, I deem my PS3 to be of higher value.

12. Ikan siakap 3 rasa. The one I had while in Kuantan: Godsent.

13. Chilli crabs. This needs no explanation.

14. Butter prawns. I want this while watching a movie. Take that.

15. Laksam. And Laksa Johor. Ah what the hell, all the Malaysian Laksas for all I care.

I think I covered most of them already. Owh and be wary, this is a craving at 2 a.m in the morning. You don't wanna meet me face to face when I'm really hungry. And please, I beg of you. Should you have the luxury to stuff your face with the items mentioned above: DO NOT rub this in my face.

P/s: Don't remind me 2009 is almost over will you? I appreciate it.

Here comes another wish.

To all friends, family and those whom I have the most pleasure to have met your acquaintance.

Feliz Navidad. Frohe Weihnachten. Joyeux Noel. Merry Christmas. Selamat Hari Natal.

May the christmas spirit and miracles bring you joy and happiness throughout the world. And let's give santa room to whizz around, and save the earth. Save electricity, recycle, reduce carbon emissions.

(It's quiet here in Reutlingen :D)

It's funny.

The further you throw something away from you, the harder it tries to get back to you.

And you're torn in two. To be a man and stick to your grounds, or to just succumb.

(I just watched I Love You, Man. It's weird. It's like a romantic comedy, between two guys, in the least possible gay way possible.)

House. Season six. Episode nine.

Dr James Wilson M.D. Oncologist. Faced with the most humongous ethical dilemma.

I'm not a doctor. But my father is. And I have millions of friends who are about to become one.

I'd say that I love to lend a helping hand when it is required of me to do so. Whenever I can, though not as "glamorous" as being a doctor. OK. I'm having second thoughts about that statement. I wouldn't say glamorous. But I'd only earn as much if I get super-duper lucky. That's what I meant.

So if you are a fireman, a doctor. You save lives for a living. But would you do what Wilson did?