Sunday, 8 December 2013
Hello Fascination.
Writing was one of my sweeter escapes, which I can now no longer afford.
To think I used to write almost everyday, and top my class for compositions and essays.
Has-been.
I suppose having a happier life helps. I never excelled at writing fluffy stuff; the piece that scored me the highest marks was about the murder of a cheating girlfriend... Said work has long become part of some landfill or recycled paper, hopefully.
Or I would start something halfway, deem it wasn't perfect enough, then erase the whole chunk.
Anyway...
In case I forget, let's review last year's resolutions:
1. To be early/punctual for things that I care about (work not included).
I give myself a 50%. Barely passed...
2. Find a new job.
Yeah woo clapping! Done by June.
3. Meet up with peeps more often.
Not too shabby. 75%?
4. Be less obsessive-compulsive and to curb this weird tetraphobic tendency of mine.
Hmmm... Maybe a 66.6%.
5. Spend less time on the baking business and farming.
Largely true to a certain extent. 86.5%.
6. Find and stick to a constructive hobby.
Sigh. Totally failed.
7. Exercise more regularly.
Been running 5km every week since end-July. Passed!
8. Hone the skill of being discreetly bitchy.
Turns out that silence is more golden. Especially when I don't give a damn.
9. Adhere to the above mentioned.
More or less I would say?
The narcissist in me says, good job and well done. *pats self on back and promises to reward yours truly with a nice cup of KOI*
And another week beckons with more unruly peeps x2.
|Talk to my hand @ 11:53 pm|