I paint my room for better fengshui.

Punctuality was never my strongest suit, procrastination is. In fact, I excel in it. I have Sun's shoot tomorrow and I am supposed to be out getting a huge ass poster of Guan Yin Ma, and to continue the search for a fake tongue. While here I am, blogging. I had wanted to talk about keeping New Year resolutions, or rather, hoping it'd help to organise the train of thoughts in my head about being a better person and more.

I figured I need to be more financially independent and not fall into the vicious end-of-the-month cycle when I usually contemplate picking up cigarettes on the floors. I know. I need to quit smoking, which is by itself an ideal that is far reaching and near impossible. It doesn't help also, with new ridiculous laws out to rid public smoking completely, each stick makes me feel like an anti establishment crusader out on a mission. Take that, society! (I need to cut down.)

I need to keep up with my physical appearance. I could no longer fit into my skinnies and my oily/combination skin still grapples with outbreaks since 1999. Next year marks the tenth year anniversary of me bursting out of my tight lower secondary school shorts, embracing hormonal changes and teenage social awkwardness with open arms . I feel my hormones are still bursting like yesterday was the start of puberty. I am still socially awkward and I've seen days when my pants are so tight that my own mother laughed as I walked out of the house.

I need to read more books. Useless news about Suri Cruise doesn't make me a better person. But I will still read Dlisted. I need to stay healthy and sleep early. I need to understand the concept of time and punctuality.
I need to finally paint my room any other colour other than the sad salmon pink that doesn't match my furniture.