The new year. You didn’t hear half of it, nor do you wish to. I completed my degree, I got a great job, I’ve annoyed many people with different renditions of how much I’m loving my life, end Jan I closed a bit of sales and that *warranted* a quick trip just to you know, err, refocus, re-strategise and err, re-energise myself. February has come and gone, and I’m still in limbo not focusing, not here, I’m not sure where I’ve been. And then it’s already March, and I gave myself a good bollocking.
The first quarter is closing shop, I have 9 mths to finish up what’s to be done. No more mucking about. The minah spirit has got to stop…now!
So here goes. My belated resolutions for 2008, year of the something something animal:
1) Stop crying – done
2) Get more sales – aye aye captain!
3) Perfect my Thriller dance moves – work in progress
4) Car license. I’ve procrastinated too long already – March
5) Watch more concerts/plays/films and every other arty farty shows/events so I can be more knowledgeable and cheem and piss my friends off for being a pretentious git *
6) Finish up the current 9 books before getting a new one – getting there. 7 more to go
7) Tennis lessons – mid march/April
8) Plan more trips, but first to get more $$$ in **
9) Pick up a new language – mid year, preferably July
10) Buy more hats – doing well
11) Save and invest more. I can smell the recession – no shit Greenspan. I wouldn't know. Anyway. Mid march
12) Quit daydreaming about being in a band. I ain’t got no soul, and ‘sides being in a band is so passé now – Uhuh, but I can still flirt with the band members
13) Stop lurking around in Borders, Kino discreetly checking out cute single, well read men – can’t help it. Give me till Aug to work on this one
14) Move on to the half marathon now that 10km is like sooo over – Stan Chart in Nov. PLENTY of time lah
15) Quit smoking – by Dec ok?
16) Drink more – the bottle is looking half empty these days
17) Buy more tissue paper from the elderly and the handicapped – nods fervently
18) Date more. If I were to believe my horoscope, this year is the luckiest in terms of romance for me. Apparently I’ll meet (jeng jeng jeng), THE ONE. Which renders all past declarations of love for previous men a faux. – no shit, what a fucking waste of time
Which brings me to my next point:
19) Stop falling in love every five minutes – give me till May. I can wake up when I’m 25.
And last but not least:
20) Find a mate for me cat. Just because I’m not getting some means my cat has to go through the same fate - right on. The cats in the neighborhood are just not good enough for you. Besides, you are from a good Muslim background and I won’t have you screwing an ugly wastrel of an infidel (inserts more insults) banging you senseless on my doorstep. No? You heathen bitch!
That done. Time to make it work. Amen.
Some of you know I'm an anal lister. And I'm just putting this down, because months later I'm gonna re-read this entry. My memory has been sieving of late. Gee.
* To date I have watched and will be watching the following:
- Bjork, The Police, Rage Against the Machine, Silverchair, Arcade Fire
- Broken Social Scene, The Roots, The Pillowman, We Will Rock You, SIFF, more rah rah plays and possibly Incubus although although…I don’t think I’ll be able to appreciate them as I used to
** The following trips have been made and are in order:
- Perth
- Pulau Sibu, JOHORE
- Cebu, PHILIPPINES – I’ve sowed too much phonetic confusion during my previous trip. Besides, that planned trip to Krabi is unreasonably and comparatively costly.
- New York - yippie!!
- Somewhere with the babi before she gets married :)
