It's New Year's Eve. I spent a cool $500 on suits today. That's right. I've been sucked into the corporate world of conspiracy, gloom and politics. From the 2nd of January, I will be properly initiated into the yuppie world of suitdom. And why do I have to wear skirts to work everyday? It's completely old-fashioned and patriarchal. And why why why can't I turn up to work in jeans? Why? Ok fine, so maybe jeans is cutting it close but why do I have to wear skirts???

You will be hearing about this from me for a loooong time...

But since it will be a new year soon, I shall quit whining and start being a nicer person. Well, I'll try. Maybe.

So what's this thing about making resolutions? Everyone knows you're not gonna keep them anyway. You've still got that extra 5 kilos around your tummy, those cooking classes are still nowhere in sight and that sweater you meant to knit for your friend... well, let's just say you haven't found the right colour scheme. So why do people make resolutions? To give themselves hope for the future? Maybe. Maybe. To push themselves further? Perhaps. Perhaps. To provide a goal (realistic or not, that's another story) so they can feel good about themselves when they reach it? Could be. BUT, I'm a cynic. And resolutions don't work on me. I can't be bothered making them either. But to those of you who can, let me not discourage you. By all means, count your calories and sweat your cellulite goodbye. Me, I'm just gonna sit back and let the waves roll over.

Hello 2004 :)