dont fcuk up
When Huinee asked me what’s my new year resolution, I replied ‘dont fcuk up’.
This ‘three words resolution’ pretty much sums up my two thousands five. I messed up in 2005, maybe not in a big way, but more in a general way. I want a quiet 2006 where you wake up in the morning feeling good about your life, the squirrels chipping sounds resonating through the window, the sun stays on for more than 8 hours per day, no one dies in car accident, coffee-making process in the morning will finally ends with ‘coffee in the pot’ and not ‘coffee on the floor’, go to work, try not to ask another client to have sexual intercourse with themselves or else i will seriously lose my job, stop talking about cheesecake and actually make one myself for a change, no raccoons’ body parts on the road, cook more, no beer, finish personal projects for once, drive safe, drink safe, do more reading, less porn, and run a few miles to get rid of this little dummy tummy, no more ghost movies with those 2323 T street’s monkeys….
I wish to be normal in 2006. Like a flat, boring and mediocre kind of normality if you will. No one comes and tries to steal my car, no one tries to offer me free beer, no one hits on me, i dont want to hit on anyone, either way we all will end up like a wounded puppy since i still think about She-Who-Can’t-Be-Named every single days for the past 8 months or so. Gosh, suddenly being normal seems like the hardest task of all.
People wants to accomplish so much in their new year resolution. I just want to keep all the good things from previous year.
