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Goals and Goalskeeping

If there is anything about myself that I am still to come to terms with, it is my astounding ability to waste time when there is a lot of it. During normal semester, I am perhaps the only guy out there who wakes up at 630am daily so that I can finish my round of meditation before going to school, who does his daily run once every 3 days and leads a life so disciplined that serving NS would actually be a step down in discipline.

What I don't understand is that once the holidays start, all hell breaks lose. I have all the time to meditate and I deicide to push it to the next day. I borrow a whole lot of books and the only thing I do with them is renew them. And the goals I set for the holidays, they become but a reminder of what would have been.

And now 3 more months of time lie in front of me. As expected, since the holidays began 3 days ago, the meditation has stopped and the books have been borrowed. And now I am going to set the goals. 

Firstly, I want to take one last short at being an artist. My previous efforts to learn the table and the guitar shared the same story with that of a North Korean rocket. And these days my mum will cook me anything as long as I do not sing at home. So to make a point, I dusted off my sisters' old keyboard and laid it on my table. 

And it has been lying there for the past 2 days, untouched. 

Moving onto my next goal. I want to start reading some proper books. I went to the library and borrowed a book called Challenges to a Sustainable World. After glimpsing through the first few pages, sustaining my interest in the book is going to be quite a challenge.

I want to polish up my French and Chinese too. Its quite a pity when you can learn a language to quite a pretty high level and then don't use it at all. My only concern is that this goal has been on every one of my goal list since NS and we all know what happened after that.

Last but not least, I want to stop procrastinating. Not sure how to put it across but I did want to think of more goals for the holidays and write about them in this blog post.

Guess I will just do it later.



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