After watching Mano Po 6 (Sharon Cuneta’s bulky package is the only thing I can remember, btw), I saw a children’s party at Jollibee. A Jollibee mascot was there, entertaining the kids the juvenile way. I stopped and stared at the happy bee and saw myself joining the kids’ crowd. I smiled and saw him smiling back at me. Well, he can’t frown anyway. But the jiffy moment I sang and dance in my mind made me realize how old I am now that prevented me to actualize those action thoughts. I’m 20, and I think I’m old.

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Just recently, I hid my birth year from those who’ll visit my Facebook profile. Well, that’s one of the coping mechanisms I do so I’ll disregard my age. Yes, I think I’m acting as weird as a 20 year old, 20 kilo gram bulimic woman who thinks she’s overweight. I’m a 20 year old man and I’m just nearing the peak of my active lifestyle and occupation–many years to be productive (and be reproductive at that). But something in me tells my young mind that I’m indeed still a kid whose mature beliefs tend to be pretentious. I always boast my so called maturity to my closest friends as if it’s the primary weapon of my ego. Apparently, I’m having difficulties joining the social battlefield. The new year is here and it’s the primetime for reinvention. I got my old self and he’ll be my buddy for a sci-fi like formulation of the new me. Here’s my list:

Save. I can remember several instances of my 2009 life asking my friends if they have extra bucks. For a relatively expensive lifestyle I am coerced to undergo, saving is a need.

  • Monitor Expenses. I tend to overspend. Yes, the ADHD-Financial version type.

Workout. I am phat. I need to lose all the earthly food I ate and replace them with an earthly, lusty body. Uhuh.

  • Get a gym membership. Still optional, but I’m eying the scary, 10 peso per day gym somewhere near. Yes, I’m that desperate.

Blog more often. Blakenwayt told me that it’s weird that I became a passive blogger when I acquired my dot com. Logically, I should be an enthusiastic one since I already have a domain of my own. Guess what, I will be one of a heck in 2010.

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Read books. I don’t label myself as a bookworm but I often make fatuous relationship with books. I’ll read more books and will read everything from cover to cover, ah promise.

  • Read the Classics. They are the best of their time and they don’t fail to awe readers of the destructive age. This is a project of mine I never get to fulfill. I’ll try my best to understand you, A Tale of Two Cities, Unabridged Version.

Sleep more. In overnight sessions, I can be the last man standing–the last man awake. This is the ability I have endured despite the frequent sermons of my mom regarding the importance of sleep. I’ll listen to my mom this time.

Keep my room clean. It’s one dirty room for a naughty boy. I’ll keep it clean but I’ll continue to be a naughty one. Haha.

Watch more movies. I’m not a movie enthusiast but watching movies is a great way to refill knowledge to my bulletproof head.

  • Minimize watching non-sense ones. Enough said.

Don’t procrastinate. I’ll do it the Walmart way: Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.

  • Meet deadlines. I shall stop asking for a deadlier deadline.

Love and Live Life. Free hugs and kisses for everyone starting January 1.

So these are the things I have listed from the top of my head with the help of my 2010 planner. There will be 365 blank pages I am ready to fill up with all the colors of life (this sounded like cheese). I hope I’ll get everything right by this time. Well, as usual, I can’t promise I’ll live up with the ideal standards I set for myself but I’ll swim the sea without the fear of being drowned, or without the fear of being eaten by an unidentified aquatic monster. The homey shore is there. I can see it from afar.

And oh, last thing.

Sing and dance with Jollibee. For a moment, I will be a child again. Happy new year, friends!