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.
