New Year

I couldn't be bothered about the Countdown.

Nor could I be bothered about resolutions.

Amidst all the buzz and hype, there I was laying my ass

down on the floor enjoying a superb display by my

beloved Man U thumping hapless Bolton 4-1.

And secretly hoping for a bod like C. Ronaldo. =)

People talk about resolutions. I believe in aims.

People attend countdown-s and once a new year is

ushered in, people guzzle down tons of alcohol, get wild

on the dance floor and wake up the next day in someone

else's bedroom, pot belly-richer and clothes-poorer.

Yep, people.

Nuff, raving. here are my aims.

Uno: Have 5 meals a day.

Dos: Be closer to God.

Tres: Play Superb soccer.

Studies? Nehh, Mr Rusty here dont consider those aims

at all. They're the have-tos. The Do-or-Die.

One have to get good results peppered with good testis,

er, testimonials from your educators to succeed in a

dog eat dog world of today. No matter how hard you try

to take it easy (hmm, oxymoronic?), there's just no

denying the importance of education, especially in this

nation we call home.

Home, SWEET home.

And for impressionable young boys like me, this will be

the last year we have no direct association with

the country's defence. Cuz come this time next year,

the dreaded NS will come a-knock-knocking.

Our crowning glory will be sheared to uniformity and us

weak boys will be whipped into shape to become tough,

hardened men.

Metamorphosis never sounded so drab.

tee hee =x