Me me me

I've never ever slept so late for so many consecutive days in my whole life. All that I can remember about this holiday was that I don't think I ever got up before ten. We were often up late enough to hear the birds chirping and then would rise groggily to a 1230 washed out-looking wintery sun and in time for lunch. My bodyclock's completely messed. I'm going to struggle on Tuesday.

New Year's was good. Saw the fireworks outside the window, really beautiful. FM's back too, so everything's settling back into our usual routines, mostly revolving around gaming. The game of the month: Worms World Party. I need to finish my assignments +argh+.

Resolution #1

I remember a time, not too long ago actually, when it was horribly impressive to be able to finish two or more plates of duckrice in one sitting. If you couldn't finish one comfortably, you were rewarded with a chorus of "so weeak!". But now that we're all nursing one-packs and flabby guts, things have done a complete turn-around.

Guys tend to obsess about their weight and their sagging gut louder and more publicly than girls. While we might whine to our other halves about how much we've gained, you won't catch us feeling up that spare tyre in company or demonstrating how far past your belt that new band of fat can stretch. But then again, I think guys are also more likely to actually do something about it, and most guys I know actually have. They look amazing, which is why I'm going to be more proactive this year. Whine less, work more. Mg.

2005: A year of hope

There are a lot of promises being made for this year. The 'save Africa' drive, rebuilding South Asia, those kinda things. It's refreshing to see people promise to help other people instead of bomb them to pieces. It's a positive start, a new year, a new beginning, so 'Happy New Year' to everybody, and may 2005 be a year of hope and happiness for you.