It's '08, dude.

On New Year's eve you did exactly what the feng shui said. You washed your hands with calamansi, put some on your face while some crazy thought of smudging some on your genitalia popped. Wait, don't tell me you did. That far? Dude. 

Calamansi on hand; acceptable. Calamansi on face; narcissism. Calamansi on your willy makes you a man-whore. All that to attract money in 2008? Genitalia? 

Again, dude.

And what a great jump you did. So is that annual now? It spoke a lot about you and your dedication, if not obsession to grow taller. Too bad those don't do much on your limbs. You're still 5'9. and short. The only sane thing you did this New Year was to vow not to overanalyze things. I must say, I'm impressed. Overanalization means no drama. And no drama means no substance abuse. Booyah!

So except for that oath to think less and considering your strong inclination for all things abnormal, I just want to say, "Dude, didn't it ever occur to you that feng shui are for imbeciles who will remain as such for the rest of their crappy life? It's the friggin' new year and you're still you doing the same thing you did last year."