I started this post last night. Naked with a glass of chardonnay. The fruity characteristic of the white perked me up to the extent I was doing 3 things at once. Listening to Chinese Opera while watching the World Darts Matchplay (thanks Yati. :p) made this post incoherent. No conversations were heard this time though.
I bought the Shanghainese styled 30's cd last night because it reminded me of the old Parisian Cafe music. The scratchy recording with the delicate female voice complemented my skittishness. At RM19.90, it works better than valium.
People are surprised looking at my languid movements that I was once an active sportsman. In fact, my ambition was to become a sportsman of note. That didnt work out, not for the lack of talent, but for the indiscipline which defines my vocation till today. I lose interest as quickly as I acquire the skills to excel. My sporting CV is varied and it shows that I underachieved.
Squash-State Level (local and overseas)
Tennis-District Level (overseas)
Football-Right midfielder for School
Hockey-Left half District
Table Tennis-School No.2
Cricket- Captain at District Level (overseas)
Athletics- Fastest 100 and 200 meters Under 12 District Level
Snooker-Highest break 75
Golf-Lowest handicap 6, currently 8
And lousy karaoke singer (tone deaf, monotonous voice). God is fair.
I'm now dressed for work and its nearly 11 am. I wonder how much longer before I lose total interest in my job.