Here she comes

Call it overcoming barriers and odds, especially for a guy who thinks too much, getting a guitar could seem like marrying a girl, or actually asking a girl out(depends on what kind of guy you are like). And im that kind that keeps dragging and procrastinating, considering who to pick, and i realise that getting a guitar, to me, is really choosing the right one that lasts me a long long time.

 

And finally i got her, she's a Washburn guitar, X series, black in colour(you can see above). Taken by my phone camera, so its nowhere good. Man i was thinking so much about getting a guitar that i didn't think about what to do with it after that, but i've been thinking alot these few days, and many many ideas keep popping up, which is seemingly endless, again. Seek and i shall find! haha..

Woo lots of room to improve

Still, this is encouraging, for steve to show me this, on the eve of my exam.

Treasure

Reached home at around 1030pm, and went to bed at 1130pm, and got up again at around 12am, cant seem to really sleep, so i went to check out The Beatles and Nirvana. Yea im a sua ku, cos i was like, really, hearing The Beatles for the first time. Not that i havent heard them before, just that i am listening to them now, taking in what they sing and give. Its something beautiful, probably the carefreeness? or freedom which they sung.

What makes up a song? Give what i got and see what i can make, is what i have learnt from reflecting upon what i did today. To keep moving on.

The Aching Heart & Sorrow

When i was young, i would look at people and get tears in my eyes for no reason, like i felt sorry for them or sad for them, not for everyone though. Sometimes it was a sad face, sometimes it was their actions, how they move, and sometimes, it was as though they were trying to hide something, which made me feel sad.

It did not come about very often, now that i have grown up and have probably seen more of people, but today i felt it again, for some people, gives me a tugging feeling at my heart, and makes me 'milder' in a way. Like it tames my 'guai lan' nature.

On my own

After 2 years of poly life, its time i learnt to be independent, again. Its not about pleasing people, but more of being of value to the people around me. A blessing, not an annoyance, or trouble, like that. Reflecting upon the current way i behave, think, and my values, i realised they were completely different from what i used to be 2 years ago. Time to break present self, and piece in the values that i used to believe in. Useless talking, better start before my heart gets hard.

Time to adapt.. again

BOO! My tail is missing! Now i cant tie no hair like my own.. Just back from the hairdresser, though im not as disappoined as i used to be everytime after a haircut. But the hairdresser said that i can tie my hair, then act act take my hair and keep behind say can tie:( Then on my way home i tried to gather my hair and guess what? No hair there, White Tiger!

Nah but actually i don't mind all of this, the part that's been pissing me off is when i get home. My mum has been spamming me all this while, to cut my hair - THE WAY SHE WANTS IT. So should i? Of course not! If i like it my way, i cut it my way! So am i stubborn? Of course. And she says i don't understand. I know what she wants and i know how i'll kind of look, but i don't want that look, just that. Understand me, ma.