I’m glad 2011 is over and done with. It was such a colourless year. Also, I’m really hoping that the Mayans are right and that 21st December, 2012 is the last day of life as we know it. Simply because I’d like to see the faces of the ‘best and brightest’ minds the world over who laughed it off as silly superstition.  Coming to think of it, it’s 2012, where my hoverboard and robot slave?

Tut-tut

I’ve made resolutions!

  • No more moping at home, will go out
  • If forced to be at home, I will still not bemoan my lot
  • I will exercise, have big wedding at the end of the year (before the 21st, so yay!) that I must look hot at. (The wedding’s not mine)
  • Will go easy on the booze and the smokes. As wonderfully husky as the Menthols make my voice, I still can’t carry a tune. So what’s le point?
  • Will develop skills by taking classes. Languages, baking or even bellydancing.  There’s no point in being single and responsibility-free if I don’t DO something with all my time, right?
  • Will physically visit / hang with people outside of my usual circle
  • Will bravely shop till I drop… for clothes and shoes and accessories
  • Will work on my manners and temper
  • I really have to oil my hair more
  • And moisturize
  • I’m also not going to cut my hair that often
  • Will pierce something
  • Ditto tattoo
  • Will blog more

There’re a few more, but I can’t write them down.  So, crossing my fingers and preparing to be pigheaded about my resolutions.  Go me!

(My 31st night was nice. Very relaxing. I made a drunken Orange cake and met somebody who reminded me a lot of the other Granny Esme. :) Watched The Rise of the Planet of the Apes on the 1st, with homemade Cosmos.)

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