It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… (timeless cliche of the day)
Some people have new years. Some have new-clear holocausts. And I’m not just talking about those horrific blasts in Thailand.
The weekend was fun-filled and I had the guts to do a lot of daring things and wear a lot of daring clothes. Good riddance to 2006-you will not be missed. Finally a new year is here. I believe 2007 is filled with uncertainties.
Two years ago I resolved to quit biting nails. I did. Two years before that, I resolved to lose weight. I did. Last year I resolved to invest all my savings. I did exactly that. Basically I have a 100% success rate at keeping resolutions.
This new year, I resolve to:
I need to consider some serious stinging, money-crunching and budgeting to fork out the 8000 £ deposit for b-school (in the faint hope that I get in). I am nowhere close to this amount given that my savings haven’t increased even a cent since the first quarter of 2006. So this new year, I shall endeavour to save a third of my monthly salary (or thereabouts). I shall try to invest more carefully and pray that the markets don’t fuck me over. I shall stop giving people expensive presents. Friends of Jups, expect some mighty cheap, oops I mean, truly personal presents like hand made cards, bad poems and coloured seashells.
Lose a little weight (preferably without starvation or physical effort)
Okay I love my body and all, but the whale blubber has GOT.TO.GO.
Get a new job/Get into B-School
My mental stability hinges on the prospect of a job that doesn’t make me eat my body weight in icecream/choclate/cheese/other saturated fats. My economic equilibrium hinges of the hope of a job that pays me more than I can spend. I don’t spend much-I just have too many liabilities. I need a job that can make my liabilities go poof! Oh and I need to get into B-school. Somehow. Someway. I’ll do whatever it takes and kill whoever it takes to make sure I do.
I need to remember to not forget birthdays. I need to stop zoning out when people bore me with redundant details (although I am afraid this habit might never go away). I want to stop hinting to people very obviously that I think they are stone-dumb. Okay I don’t think that’s gonna go away either. So basically, I need to remember birthdays.
A toast, my dears, to a brand new year of fashionable attire, high-flying careers, delightful food and wine, sound bodies, good hair-days, blissful weekends, lasting friendships and even spiritual bliss, if time permits…