2009 Resolutions v1

Resolution Number 1: Give more to charity
I've decided to contribute more to our friends who can't speak for themselves. Yes, to the hundreds of abandoned and abused dogs and cats that are cruelly persecuted by authorities in Malaysia. Enough of hoping for things to improve, and time for more affirmative action, is what I say. So yeah, I plan to send some money over every month, and provide essentials like newspapers, clothes and food. I think I'm partly inspired by watching Animal Cops South Africa, and partly by the guilt I feel for having not attended the SPCA Charity Lunch on Saturday. Mea culpa.

Stay tuned for more resolutions...and none will involve giving anything up .

single mocha male

I have this sneaky feeling that almost every female in KL is attached in one way or another to someone else. Either that, or I'm inadvertently making it a point of visiting couples-only joints. And if the latter proves to be the case, then where exactly do singletons hang out? Or have roles been reversed where couples club and singles sit at home watching TV on weekends?

Although, I must say, it could also be some reverse psychological, defence mechanism-like thingy, akin to the fox and the grapes. We will never really know if the fox was plain sore or if he indeed could predict the state of matters with such accuracy by just looking at something intently; a disgruntled furball or a visionary? Aesop never really studied the matter in-depth.

Yeah, the Rules of the Game is in my possession now, though I'm not sure if I'll even start on it before the year ends. There's nothing more deflating than false hope and baseless advice. Think about, you follow every drop of wisdom spat out by the author with religious fervour, only to discover you're not much further away than where you had started from. Imagine, even after all the changes applied to the hair, the style, the behaviour, the speech, the results are the same...I guess the consolation will be that at least you can now fail in style. I shouldn't be so negative, though, at least not before I've read it. It just seems too good to be true, though. How wonderful life would be if all we have to do to resolve issues is to read something. Then again, with falling literary interests among the general public, it may not be such a given.

I think one of my resolutions will be to refrain from unnecessary drinking. It's not only costly, it's emotionally damaging.

I've now taken sole possession of Radiohead's 'Creep'. It's my song. Live with it.

yuletide yodelling

A week to go, and I haven't decided what to do on Christmas Eve, still. I'm torn between clubbing, gathering around the Christmas tree and sipping Irish coffee, or sitting at home and vegetating in front of the TV. No doubt Hallmark will surely have some reruns of Yuletide heart-warmers, and there's always a chance that A Christmas Carol will be played. But somehow the thought of staying glued to the idiot box on a night when everyone else will be out and about doesn't quite appeal to me, now that I've put text to screen. An outing it is then.

But where o where? There's an event at Bar Savanh Too, and I'm 99% sure other spots will be having some money-making activities as well - tis the period to jack up alcohol prices and increase cover charges. So much for this being the season to give and share. Real shylocks. Back to my contemplation. The Curve would be a good alternative; the decorations there are quite impressive, though I can't say the same about the patrons. Perhaps a quiet night reading at Starbucks while watching the world pass by doesn't seem such a bad idea, does it?

I don't reckon any of my accomplices will be around during Xmas Eve; almost everyone I know has plans, or has plans to make plans, or are awaiting confirmation of pre-planned plans. It's a sign of changing times, in a way. Ten years ago (sounds better than 11 or 12 years ago) I would have had a dozen plans lined up the moment December came into existence. My, how times have evolved. The past couple of years have seen plans being made barely several hours away from the stroke of midnight. Just looking back, I haven't spent a Christmas alone as a singleton since, hmm, 1994. Fourteen years, a long time ago indeed. Back when the stomach was flatter and the face fresher. I really should write a post reminiscing the years long gone sometime in the near future.

Alright, I'm stepping away from the mists of the Christmases past.