New Year Resolutions

Well, here they are. 5 choice morsels.

1) Have a more positive outlook for the future. This includes taking active steps to better the world.
2) Be more kind and considerate to my friends, family but also people I don’t know.
3) Get fit(ter). I want my 6 pack back. Hopefully, it hasn’t gone far. But this also means more stretching, yoga, and physio-mandated exercises to ensure balance and harmony.
4) Play guitar or bass for at least 15 minutes a day.
5) Watch less television and do something more creative with that time.

With a bit of luck 5. will result in more consistent blogging, but you never know.

Great song

Was in Mo Bar this evening and they played this

http://hk.youtube.com/watch?v=bmTRDVd1NA0

An oldie but not a mouldie.....

Meditating on the MTR

So there I was this evening, waiting for the MTR and thinking about my New Year Resolutions.

Why was I waiting? Because I had forgotten to see if the lift was there as I was talking to my friends and we took the escalator. So some snotty-nosed young kid, with vastly more sense than us and wheelie-shoes, took the lift, made it on to the platform 30 seconds before us and got the train that we just missed. Doh!

Anyway, I digress.

I was thinking about my NYRs and came up with "More sex". But then I thought "this is not a SMART goal" as it's not A or R. A much better goal, and one that is in direct contradiction to all of the sports psychology goal setting frameworks I have ever read is "Try to have more sex". So I can fulfil my goal  by trying as hard as I want and I don't actually have to have more sex!

Brilliant.

But, on a more serious note, I will grapple further with my NYRs and come up with 5 (a good amount, not too many, not too few). I have one already.

1) Have a more positive outlook for the future.

& that's not a bad one at all.

Calm before the storm

Well, here we are in the hiatus between Christmas and New Year. The evening of Boxing Day and hopefully the worst bacchanalian excesses over with. Presents have been presented, drink has been drunk and revelry has been reveled in.

My mind is inevitably drawn to next week where, according to my calendar, I only have Thursday off. Gah! Lots of work to do and the dawn of what will almost certainly be a 2009 full of shite. Ho Hum.

Mouse Mansions is also the site of considerations about New Year Resolutions. Doubtless they will be similar to 2008's although I might sneak "Get a new battery for my watch in January" in there. This should be a SMART goal.

Specific
Measurable
Attainable
Realistic
Timely

Yep, I think my goal is all that. Now for the other ones.......

Apropos of nothing, my title reminds me of....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdnxBA7qLjU

Crimbo songs

& whilst I come to think of it, my favourite Christmas song is

Killing in the name of - RATM

Why? For the same reason a smell can take you back to that magic summer you spent in Tuscany etc etc.

But now it is my favourite Xmas song I can use it as a refreshing antitdote to all the schmaltzy (sp?) crap that you get at Christmas.

'twas the night before Christmas

& all was quiet. Not even a mouse stirred.

Well, that’s not quite true cos this mouse is running around like a mad thing trying so very desperately to finish his Crimbo shopping. The only thing I have going for me is that it’s a half day here and we can all leave after the markets shut.

Pub, drink, Crimbo shopping, oh what to do?

One of the better things about being a Christmas orphan (by which I mean ex-pat in different country away from home country family) is that you have total discretion over whom you chose to spend your Christmas with. It’s very liberating. No being nice to relatives you detest. No pointless and unsuitable Christmas presents from relations who don’t know you well enough to buy you something you might actually use.

Also, no super stressed out mothers. I realize that not all mothers are alike but my Mum had a pretty set Christmas Day routine.

1) Be woken up too early by excitable children (I may not be totally blameless in that respect)
2) Frenzied present opening after an early breakfast
3) Shouting at various husbands, cats, children etc to get out of kitchen and stop bothering her as the magic that was Christmas lunch slowly came together
4) Non-essential personnel finally expelled from house altogether and told to go for a walk to the pond and back with strict instructions to be back by 12:00, mind you.
5) Slight hysterics at muddy cloths and maladroitly wiped shoes on return from pond.
6) Final clean up of house, plumping of cushions, emergency cleaning of carpet with carpet sweeper.
7) Calm period as relatives and sundry hangers-on arrive and actually eat Christmas Lunch. Crispy bacon anyone? Yum!
8) Time for quiet reflection on sofa whilst watching The Sound of Music/ Mary Poppins/ Where Eagles Dare on TV.
9) Eat cold turkey and sausages for dinner.
10) & so to bed.

Actually, now that doesn’t sound too bad a day at all, now I come to look at it.

I am very much looking forward to my Christmas Day and my main pressie which I have wanted all year and, against all odds, have managed to stop myself buying until now. But more on delayed gratification another time.

Best Christmas Wishes to you all.

'Tis the season to be snotty

Falalala lalala cough.


So, rather than being out, ingesting too much yuletime goodwill, I, like many others in HK have been dealing with a foul cough/cold combination. It servers me right, I suppose, for having the stupidity to get a flu shot earlier this winter. It could have happened to anyone. I was wondering downstairs at work to see visit another department and there was a rather sad faced doctor and attendant nurse (who wasn't sad faced), doing flu shots. So I got one & have been ill ever since.


Still I am sure massive over-eating during the Christmas period will sort me out.