Wednesday, December 27, 2006
New Year Resolutions
Out goes the old,in comes the new..i mean,new year resolutions.
I make them ,just to break them.
Still,I ll make them.This years list.
Become one hell of a fitness freak.I’ve always wanted to be one of those trendy sporty woman they show in the Nike or Reebok ads,branded tracks,tied up ponytail,sleek hairband on,some kind of a hi tech digi watch on wrist,Walkman also goes .I want to become a hardcore workout woman and work off all that flab.
Religiously read the whole newspaper,especially the headlines .And not just the supplementary.I want to stop reading the newspaper backwards.
Stop cluttering my handbag. My handbag looks more and more like a backpack.Its bulging and any minute it might burst.It contains some really extraordinary stuff that u don’t normally find in handbags,like marbles,lollipop,chocolate wrappers,nail file,old movie tickets,expired gift vouchers.
Stop wiggling one of my legs all the time while I’m seated.Someone told me that increases the risk of a heart-attack.Im worried it makes me looks like someone whos desperate to visit the toilet.
Stop asking one stupid ,aggravating question,namely,”Are you angry?” .Especially ,after deliberately doing something to drive the other person up the wall.
Stop being so paranoid.I look under my bed as soon as I enter my house.
Stop pseudo-driving the car while in the navigator seat.I keep putting imaginary brakes when the driver doesn’t.Like the cars gonna stop.I’ve a driving license that I got 5 years ago for driving in a straight line on Beach Road,Chennai and for incrementally increasing the gears. That doesn’t surely qualify me to advise someone whos been driving on the crazy Indian roads for ages.
And I think ,I forgot one most important resolution.Stop making New Year resolutions.
I make them ,just to break them.
Still,I ll make them.This years list.
Become one hell of a fitness freak.I’ve always wanted to be one of those trendy sporty woman they show in the Nike or Reebok ads,branded tracks,tied up ponytail,sleek hairband on,some kind of a hi tech digi watch on wrist,Walkman also goes .I want to become a hardcore workout woman and work off all that flab.
Religiously read the whole newspaper,especially the headlines .And not just the supplementary.I want to stop reading the newspaper backwards.
Stop cluttering my handbag. My handbag looks more and more like a backpack.Its bulging and any minute it might burst.It contains some really extraordinary stuff that u don’t normally find in handbags,like marbles,lollipop,chocolate wrappers,nail file,old movie tickets,expired gift vouchers.
Stop wiggling one of my legs all the time while I’m seated.Someone told me that increases the risk of a heart-attack.Im worried it makes me looks like someone whos desperate to visit the toilet.
Stop asking one stupid ,aggravating question,namely,”Are you angry?” .Especially ,after deliberately doing something to drive the other person up the wall.
Stop being so paranoid.I look under my bed as soon as I enter my house.
Stop pseudo-driving the car while in the navigator seat.I keep putting imaginary brakes when the driver doesn’t.Like the cars gonna stop.I’ve a driving license that I got 5 years ago for driving in a straight line on Beach Road,Chennai and for incrementally increasing the gears. That doesn’t surely qualify me to advise someone whos been driving on the crazy Indian roads for ages.
And I think ,I forgot one most important resolution.Stop making New Year resolutions.
posted by Couch Potato at 12/27/2006 11:28:00 AM, | 
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