It was hard, but after dodging and hiding, ducking and weaving... I. Did. It.
Didn't get plastered on NYE. 364 days to go.
2 running bets right now, any one else? Heh heh heh.
Showing posts with label Resolutions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Resolutions. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Monday, December 31, 2007
New Year Resolutions
1. I shall not get hammered.
2. I shall keep the current phone I have right now, till the end of the year.
3. I shall cut down on swearing, except behind the wheel.
Baby steps, baby steps... Review every month end. Let's go!
2. I shall keep the current phone I have right now, till the end of the year.
3. I shall cut down on swearing, except behind the wheel.
Baby steps, baby steps... Review every month end. Let's go!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Well Done Edmund
For NOT getting hammered yesterday night.
The guitar was a good shield against incoming drinks.
Note to self: Bring guitar for drinking sessions. Ask to be paid in cash, not kinds. Oh, and learn a few more songs.
The guitar was a good shield against incoming drinks.
Note to self: Bring guitar for drinking sessions. Ask to be paid in cash, not kinds. Oh, and learn a few more songs.
Monday, December 17, 2007
The Higher We Climb
I am afraid of heights.
There, I said it. Put me by the side of a building, and I get sweaty palms, my legs start to tremble and I have an overwhelming urge to run away from the vertigo. The same with toe socks and Teletubbies.
And that's the reason why I think I'm gonna go take up skydiving.
I am also terrified of climbing high in life, and then getting arrogant, getting snotty and walk around with a swagger that says that my balls are too big for my pants and my head so large that the DHL can use me for a balloon. Actually come to think of it, I'm not afraid of climbing, I am afraid of becoming arrogant.
So this is a thank you to all those people that keep my head firmly between my shoulders.
My mates that remind me that no matter how high I go, I still look shite in a pink dress.
My family who, in spite of everything that has happened to me so far, still think far better of me than I deserve. I will never be able to pay my dad back for raising me, my mom for making sure I will always have dinner if I want it, and my brother for volunteering to kick the ass of anyone who he hears slandering his big brother.
The people I meet no matter how briefly. I thank you because you teach me something, and that no matter how high I climb, there's always something more for me to learn, and therefore S² (Sit the f*** down and Shut the F*** up) and take notes.
"The higher you climb, the more humble you must be."
There, I said it. Put me by the side of a building, and I get sweaty palms, my legs start to tremble and I have an overwhelming urge to run away from the vertigo. The same with toe socks and Teletubbies.
And that's the reason why I think I'm gonna go take up skydiving.
I am also terrified of climbing high in life, and then getting arrogant, getting snotty and walk around with a swagger that says that my balls are too big for my pants and my head so large that the DHL can use me for a balloon. Actually come to think of it, I'm not afraid of climbing, I am afraid of becoming arrogant.
So this is a thank you to all those people that keep my head firmly between my shoulders.
My mates that remind me that no matter how high I go, I still look shite in a pink dress.
My family who, in spite of everything that has happened to me so far, still think far better of me than I deserve. I will never be able to pay my dad back for raising me, my mom for making sure I will always have dinner if I want it, and my brother for volunteering to kick the ass of anyone who he hears slandering his big brother.
The people I meet no matter how briefly. I thank you because you teach me something, and that no matter how high I climb, there's always something more for me to learn, and therefore S² (Sit the f*** down and Shut the F*** up) and take notes.
"The higher you climb, the more humble you must be."
Friday, December 14, 2007
Stop laughing dammit.
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