Quickie Quick



It's the time of the year again - the season when people loves making and writing down resolutions and setting new goals for themselves.

Personally, I've never understood - and still have not - the purpose of writing down one's goals and thus, have never jot down a single alphabet with regards to goal-setting. The most I'll do is to make a mental, solemn "promise" to myself, to accomplish this and that by the end of the ticking time-bomb of 365 days (or 366, if it's a leap year).


Maybe it's just plainly the fear of disappointment. What a bitter pill to swallow. It's disappointing to know that you've failed to accomplish what you've initially determinedly set out to achieve, and it's just twice as bitter to see your own handwriting reflecting back in your eyes. It's a mockery, an added insult - adding salt to the wound, you know?

And now, I'm happy. Because my goals for year 2006 are met. And I don't face the potential mockery if I had not accomplished the goals.

Just my two-cents worth.


The end.


I've told you it'll be short. =)