Aw geez. Don’t I do enough of this on Facebook?

*sigh*

Let’s see…

I’m a thinker and a doer, depending on my mood.

I like to consider myself as an intellectual and a deep thinker.

I also like to consider myself as a child and will yell dibs on the swings whenever I see a playground.

I’m a dreamer, an eternal optimist but at the same time I’m my own worst critic and can discourage myself easily at times.

I want to play music. I feel as if there’s all this music inside of me and around and my burning desire is to find a way to tap into it and express it. I feel as if I’m a wanderer in the desert who’s found a bottle full of water where the only thing preventing me from quenching my soul’s deep thirst; is a thin skin of plastic.

My trio of heroes:

Spiritual/Human: Prophet Muhammad pbuh

Musical: John Mayer

Physical: Bruce Lee

I want to do things people have never done before; things people say can’t be done, or that I can’t do it.

I love proving those people wrong.

And lastly: I love cookies and ice-cream. NOM!

I know I’ll probably never get to rock sold out arenas.

I know I’ll probably never make millions in endorsement deals.

I know I’ll probably never release a triple-platinum Grammy Award winning album.

I know I’m not the best guitar player in the world.

But maybe I don’t have to be.

Maybe being me is enough.

Nothing is a certainty.

Nothing is impossible.

There’s hope in tomorrow.

And that little part of me will always play with that image in my mind.

That’s why I’ll play with all my heart; to the best of my abilities; always.

Cos I’m a RockStar.

This has been bugging me for a while.

Just sorta sitting in my brain; like a hair too short to pull out but still long enough to feel when you brush your hand over it.

It happened a few days ago.

Me and the significant other were driving to our friend’s new place that she had been to but I hadn’t yet. Whilst driving from my place she asked 

“Is it faster to get to Road A or Road B from here?”

I nonchalantly replied

“I don’t know where they live”

thinking she was asking me how to get there when she was the one who had been there before but I hadn’t. That’s when I got this shot back at me:

“I wasn’t asking you how to get there. I was asking Road A or B. If you had listened to what I was asking you’d know that.”

Now that shocked me quite a bit. Call me a sensitive wuss, but to me that was a bit harsh and uncalled for. After all, I only use the “If you were listening…” line on people who’ve either used up my patience or people I don’t like very much. Or a combination of both.

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Written around 2008 sometime. Yes it’s lengthy, and angst-ridden. But I had to get the angst out. =p 

Read if you want.

Enjoy if you can.

Comment if you will. 

=)

Timing, circumstance and logic all crumble in the face of emotion.
I’ve waited, bade my time, worked on and improved myself so that I would be ready,
Told myself that she’s out there, that I’d be ready when the time comes,
Yet here I stand, ready to throw all my progress to the winds,
Why?
I don’t want your baggage,
I don’t want your games,
I don’t want your world,
I don’t want your past.
But I do want you.

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