DEAR GYM INSTRUCTOR, DON'T MISS ME!

I wanted to learn how to play the good old ubiquitous guitar. People told me I have a good voice for singing. I sang and they gave me their approval. But I feel awkward singing in public. I'm a bathroom singer. If you want to hear me singing, join me in the shower. Hehe

I thought I would be able to sing in public with the authoritative confidence the guitar brings to one. So that's why I wanted to learn how to play the guitar. Additionally I had this motivating image in my head: me impeccably dressed and looking sexy in a party held in honor of my excellent novel and then I go on stage and start playing beautiful music on my guitar and blow people's mind up.

So I started taking some lessons from a friend. I was all enthusiastic. My friend told me I was a quick learner. Then somewhere down the lane I drifted, and the extraordinary guitar-playing Bruce is still waiting to be born!

Then there is the episode of fitness-craze. I decided that I needed to start going to the gym and working out. So I started going to a gym and pestered a gym instructor to give me time, attention and effort. I told him eagerly, "I'm going to come here everyday, and you have to devise a work-out routine specifically suited for my needs." I discussed the routine with the instructor and nutrition and all sorts of details. I went there passionately for a week and then...well let's just say I got irregular *Grinning*!

The thing with me is that even though I do this sort of stuff but if I really get serious then I'm sure I'll do well. I usually do well in stuff I put effort in but the problem is that I'm just such a lazy-ass guy. But I am totally motivated to get regular work-out sessions and learn how to play a musical instrument. So coming to the point *Drum roll and trumpets* MY NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION:

1) Go to the gym regularly
2) Learn how to play a musical instrument
3) Get excellent grades
4) Go to an awesome gay party