Seeking a Friend for the End of the World

... was the feature movie of Star Movies last Sunday night. It was not an action-packed apocalypse movie but a drama and comedy that felt like it could really happen. A 70-mile wide asteroid is on a collision course with the Earth in three weeks and chaos ensues. Steve Carell's wife leaves him thereafter while Keira Knightley broke up with her boyfriend for preventing her to see her family in England. They are neighbors and they form an unlikely relationship. Meanwhile, others cope by engaging in orgies and riots, taking drugs or hiring hitmen for suicide. Then there are doomsday preppers who stocked up on potato chips.

 

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The movie felt real to me since 2013 is the Year of the Comets.  And it got me thinking what I would do if I knew the world was ending. I don't think I can be a doomsday prepper, I'm a worrywart enough as it is, being a doomsday prepper would drive me crazy. Where should I spend my last hours? With my husband only or should we go to my family or his family? Which of my material stuff should I save if a riot breaks out? Keira saved some of her records, which shows how much of a romantic she is. Should I attempt to build or find a bomb shelter (in the Philippines? Ha!) or just go ahead of everyone else? Omg, the end of the world is really stressful.

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If you're not in the mood for senseless blabber, I suggest you skip this post.

When my mind can't keep up with the case I'm currently working on, I open my browser and click on random blogs. I stumbled upon a post of someone who was "unplannedly" pregnant and presently touring Europe. Pregnant and Europe - two things that may never happen to me so I'm immediately sad. And immediately bitter. I wonder what my life (or maybe just my bank account) could have been now if I started working right after college. I was a full-time law student, started working after passing the Bar, but got married two years after so it's been bills, bills, bills henceforth. My salary pays the bills for sure but sometimes, it does not seem enough. Or maybe I want too much, little greedy me.

So what's the point of this post? There is no point. The title's an emoticon for chrissake.