I don’t usually make resolutions. I feel that they are there to make people feel a sense of failure when another chapter of their lives closes.

And of course, I ain’t a fan of new years. I always feel an urge to cry when I bade the old one goodbye.

But this year, I realise, I do have a resolution. It sprung up on me at almost 6am this morning, when even the help of cough syrup didn’t manage to lull me to sleep.

After the sharp pains to the tummy, the barfing, and a shivering, weak body.

I thought better already?!

I didn’t even eat a proper meal yesterday with the bad appetite, and I guess a bite of prosperity burger proves to be too much. Or maybe it was the small piece of birthday cake?

Anyway, for the first time ever, I am actually well aware of my priorities in life.

2009, to good health. Be safe. Be well.

Same to my family, and that’s all I am asking.

When you come to my age, then you realise, how important health is.

I thought 2008 was a year of bad health, and probably that’s because 2009 had not hit me yet.

I realise I want to be healthy. I used to think I will always recover, or that I can feel well enough to “tahan” through everything without the help of medication, and these days, my reliant on medication is so much stronger than I ever allow myself to be.

It is 2009, and I have been sick since the 1st day of 2009. Half a month have gone, and that means 1/24 of the year wasted by bad health. No good.

And perhaps, that’s why the rebel in me, didn’t act up(okay, fine, not that much anyway) when the doctors told me to avoid certain food.

I am exasperated that for one of the few times I do follow instructions, things don’t go my way.

Then again, things don’t usually go my way.

But really, God, I pray, that You will bless me with the good health, and good spirits I desire, and that I will be a better person than I could ever be, in 2009.