Hocus Focus:

I really really need to focus and with the computer still turned on, I find getting myself to focus on the thing I should be doing, a very thorny commitment and a difficult thing to do. It is hard to focus when your mind is always on blogs, myspaces and wikipedias. There are always new things to read on blogs, new bands worth checking on myspace and new information needs reading in Wiki.

Turning off the internet right fucking now!

Money, Brokers and Stock Exchange:

I have been busting my ass all day long studying the basics of investment through Kuala Lumpur Stock Exchange’s website and some very helpful sites and forums on the internet. It’s a strenuous commitment but I had to do it. But the best way will always be by letting myself sink into the game, open up an account and let the dealers or remisiers (those who buy and sell shares on your behalf) do the job while I get hold of, first hand view of the procedures, actions and dealings. In the mean time I would give them curious calls asking about this and that, everything that I wanted to know about share and stock trading, just to make myself more clear and familiar with what I needed to know about the whole hullabaloo. I need to equip myself with sufficient basic and fundamental information about investments and stock exchanges, especially in Malaysia, and get myself proverbial with the terminologies, jargons and abbreviations so that I would not make myself look like a fool later.

Back to the downloaded notes I go.

Me and My Kapok Guitar:

Just bought my self a new Kapok guitar earlier this month and it costs me RM 90. I was kind of distraught with the price though. I thought Kapok guitars should have been dirt-cheap by now. Dirt-cheap my buttock lah. Anyways, I have also been extensively coaching myself how to play the damn thing by watching numerous Youtube clips and reading tips from the masters from all over the Internet. I got my first Kapok guitar when I was still a undersized little teenager back in the 90’s. Being from a religious and conservative background, my grandparents were not very keen with my new interest. Although I never really knew how to play, I still need to acknowledge and give myself a standing ovation for the fact that I have already been devising my own Power Chords formula due to the lack of the ability to play the proper chords. What an achievement for a little Kampong bugger. I never knew what power chords were until later on in life.

A friend gave me my second Kapok guitar back when I was still in the University. Well, he did not really bestow it to my altar as a present, but I would really like to think that it was a gift nonetheless. I was told that the guitar originally belongs to an Indonesian construction worker who was renovating his house, who often used it to entertain him self after a long day of hard work. One fine day the Indonesian dude gave the guitar to my friend as a token of friendship and my friend gave it to me, as I wanted to borrow it. The legend has it that the guitar became my private property ever since.

My third guitar was bought when I first felt the urge to accept as true that you do not need to know the proper chords to play the guitar, you can always create your own. That was how Kurt Cobain did it. So I bought my self my third Kapok guitar, so that I can come up with my own chords and jam with my friends just like Mr. Kurt. It did not work out too well though because I still had to figure out how to properly place the fingers to get the right sound out. I felt cheated by Kurt Cobain therefore I gave the guitar to my cousin. I also threw in a how to play book so that he could carry on living my dream and one day could teach him self how to play the guitar. No until later that I found out that the book was not really mine but belongs to a friend. I had to move out from the area and live in seclusion for a couple of years.

Thus this is the fourth attempt to teach myself how to play the guitar and I have to say that I am doing quite well. My original compositions are now more organic and varied. Just imagine if I knew more chord progressions rather then just rotating the same old chords over and over again. The fourth one is always a charmer right?

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder:

Just bought myself a couple of bookracks. It costs me RM19 each. I got six of them already and since all of the rack spaces have been filled with either my myriad of books, which I am attempting to finish reading each and every single one of them, so that Nina wont be able to scold me for buying book that I don’t read, or my usual pile of junks, perfume boxes and DVDs, I just needed to buy a couple more so that I can turn my little room into a mini library. Impressive huh. I know it is. Wow, this guy reads a lot. Wow, you got The Malayan Trilogy by Anthony Miller? You are one awesome guy. I know I am.

The urge to buy new-fangled racks had been flying in and out of my mind for a couple months already. I have this inclination of buying ornamental things in uniformity, be it of size and color, well, especially the color. I like to see to see everything, all the fixtures in my room in a standardized and consistent coloration or at least in the same tone as the principle color. The racks that I have already bought were rosewood brown in color and it was so frustrating that I had to buy 2 new ones that were not in unison with the former.

I think I was just being the perfectionist that I am. Nina called it Obsessive Compulsive Disorder or OCD. Is it a disease? A life-threatening syndrome? Syndrome? Do I have a Down syndrome? I think she just made that up. There is no such thing as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Only perfection.

Dedicated to MieMoe:

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