Heartstrings

Listen to your heart, there’s nothing else you can do. – Roxette

Getting in touch with my childhood music. The likes of U2, Roxette, Simply Red, Wet Wet Wet, Cranberries. All gems. I realized I could sing most of the songs effortlessly.  Things get imprinted so easy on the brain when people are young.

On other RANDOM stuff I have to say today:

Heartstrings – a foundation, set up by my dad, in Indonesia to help the less fortunate. Currently an establishment housing a few destitute families (of which one particular family’s home was the warm pavement and open air of the sidewalk) and a few prostitutes thrown in for good measure. It was decided that if any prostitute were to be saved, they should be the youngest, most supple and juiciest, to ensure they are able to build a future worth living. Thus far, they claim to be rehabilitated. Kudos to my dad for his effort, which has drained many a dollar bill for naught to gain. Must be the European blood in his veins. A true brutal Chinese wouldn’t give a prostitute used condoms, not to mention shelter, food and the warmth of love and care.

My life at this point in time – is rather moot. I wake up and live through the day. Thats about it. I have become rather immunised to the weekend entertainment so much so that it no longer tickles my dopamine production. Sex has also lost (most) its taste, possibly because my GF doesn’t mind me fooling around. It doesn’t help that I’ve a few partners in the pipeline willing to have a fling. Today, it has been two long years since my last sexpedition on the wild frontier. But this story need another time and space to tell.

Ochre

It’s Thursday 5:02 pm. Almost the end of the week, and I planned to party over the weekend. I would be happy if not for the fact I have to work this Saturday. It’s a mood killer. Streets of Philadelphia by Bruce Springsteen playing over Winamp, Dido-White Flag is next. My kind of music, especially for the mood I am in right now.

Next on the agenda today – A visit to Kajang with Veron for some satay. Also because I have to be there to drop off a few items to someone. Business related.

I’m thinking right now, The Loft on Saturday night maybe? Naomi will be working her night shift there. I could call a few friends over and party, get drunk, shit talk and drag each other home. Altertatively, I could just chill by my awesome lonesome at Laundry. Something I am quite known for and don’t mind doing, despite me looking all forlorn when it happens. My last option would be to check out Neway at SS15. Considering I can never make a concrete decision until T minus 10 secs to countdown, I’m interested to know what I am going to do this weekend. I surprise myself all the time this way.

Vermillion Scales

Started dating random ladies again as of this year. I’m with a GF but she doesn’t mind. She’s used to me being around chicks and my habit of liking to be around chicks. So the last half of last year got pretty dry for me in the ladies department. Don’t really know why. Maybe I wasn’t trying, maybe there were other distractions, I don’t know. But it’s getting better.

I won’t write too much about it right now cuz I am simply not in the mood to write very long. And this sort of thing requires exactly that. Suffice it to say for now that when I date someone other than my GF out, I really hate it when the girl goes apeshit and starts complaining about her ex and her job and everything else that came with her life. Jeez.

New diet. Being sensible on other things.

Monday 12:16 am. Haven’t blogged the last three days so I’m going to go over the highlights of my weekend right now.

First off I’ve been trying out this new diet scheme. It’s about consuming small to moderate meal portions every 3 hours. According to studies, this diet is supposed to increase metabolism rate. I confirmed this with a visiting doctor from the Sultanah Aminah Hospital who was in KL for a gastrointestinal talk in UM (I was attending as well). The body burns up as much as 12% of the eaten food’s calories on ingestion, digestion, absorption and defecation alone. I suppose being in a near constant state of ‘digestion’ actually burns more calories and increases metabolism provided the food is in moderate servings. My aim isn’t weight loss.  I just don’t want to grow love handles.

I had chosen to eat 12 pm, 3 pm, 6 pm, 9 pm and 12 am daily. This I have been doing for the last three days. If there is any difference at all, it’s being more sleepy than I usually am. Let’s see how this goes.

Last Fri was wasted. So was working on Saturday. Then stayed at home all day on Sunday trying to recover from a hangover. Bah… I’ve got to get more things done this week.

My disease

I once read this African proverb – “There is a cure for all afflictions save idleness.” Can’t agree more. And I fear I will never become the success I’ve always dreamed of being because of my lack of will. Ah well.

There’s a few clients I really should be seeing today. But I’m putting it off for tomorrow. I swear I’m getting all things done tomorrow. It’s 2:24pm now. If I am to predict the future events of my day ahead, it would go something like this:

After This – Waste precious time surfing the Internet, looking up and reading irrelevant stuff that may seem deceptively useful but will, in fact, not really help in any way.

Awhile Later – Here’s where the options really come in. I could go for a jog, read a book, play outdated PC games or take a nap. Not bad.

Much Later – Probably have dinner in Cheras somewhere. And then maybe get home to watch more Family Guy and other such nonsense.

Jeez. I get to thinking my life is really all about surviving the Mondays to Thursdays. Fridays are always awesome. 6pm on a Friday to be exact.

Tomorrow I will be dating Naomi, this girl I met at The Loft.

Slacking 101

I woke up at 12pm. I really should have been at work three hours earlier. Just one of those days when you can’t be bothered. Dire phone calls had been coming in since 10 am, usually with a twenty minute interval. Clients, buyers, purchasers, the big bosses and every other individual whose daily work routine depended on my services and whom all wanted to give me a beating of my lifetime too. I handled all that heat in my usual nonchalant manner. Then I went on the Internet, checked my mail and Friendster. I had to play Kenye West’s Good Morning on Winamp, an awesome song to start the day with. Got myself a bowl of milk and cereal. Quakers Oatmeal Squares. Good stuff. If only all days could begin like this. Awesomeness I tell you. Now, it’s really a working day. I simply don’t plan on working. Every now and then, the phone rings and it goes similar to…

Him/Her : Good day, I need this drug called ‘xxx’

Me: How many? Urgent?

Him/Her: (Enter amount and/or special request here)

Me: Done, delivered by Fri.

I’m a drug pusher. Not the illegal kind mind you. I have it all – cough mixtures, antihistamines, sleeping pills, anti-depressants, anti-hypertiensives, medication for hyperlipidemia, diabetes, CNS disorder, whatever. All original and ethical. Being with the largest pharmaceutical company in Europe has its advantages. Our products are top notch. To put it very bluntly – the usual reason doctors can’t want to buy from us is because they cannot afford to charge higher prices. So much for the Hypocratic Oath. These days its really about selling the cheapest available drug for maximum profits. What’s new in South East Asia? But I digress.

2:02pm. I plan to stay indoors and do nothing productive for today.

Welcome to my life. I am a born hippie and I lack the sense of urgency. Something that can be both dreadful and calming to people around me, depending. Hopefully, I will be able to keep this blog going longer than my last two.