Paolo love.

Possibly the sexiest thing alive.

New Year Resolutions. (creative title, no?)

I never was a fan of new year’s resolutions. I must admit, it is a good opportunity to put a lid over the old and usher in the new, but I believe ‘moving on‘, as I’d call it, has to be approached on your own terms. You’re never really ready until you are, and that is the beauty of it. But alas, I still make a list religiously every year just in case. I know, what a fraud.

1) Fall in love
…tip my life into an overturned mess, breach my sanity, reduce myself into a whimpering mess of emo, activate self-hate mode, move on, let go and whine about singlehood all over again.

2) Lose the weight
I’ve been ‘the fat kid’ for 16 years, and then ‘the fat gay kid’ for the following two years. I want change, something drastic. I need it and crave it just as badly. So even if I have to purge the living shit out of myself, I will lose that damn weight. Wait and see.

3) Treasure my true friends
For all the times the people who hurt me weren’t there, they were. Some with an arm over my shoulder and a packet of tissue at my dispense, others watching from a distance, keeping me in their prayers. I’m thankful, more than ever. And 2008 is the perfect opportunity for me to take my gratitude and our friendships to a higher level.

4) Do some freelance journalism
You heard me. If you’ve got lobang, hook me up. I’m never going to get anywhere that doesn’t require me to carry plates and suck the customer’s mental cock with a resume plaited with waitering jobs.

5) You.
I’ll leave this part for anyone who’s reading this. Make a resolution, come up with one on the spot if you have to. You achieving the said resolution, would then be mine.

And it is 5.16am on a Friday morning, lazy to continue lah.