Friend Sickness.

One of my few good friends in this world has been keeping sick. I dont know what happened. Actually i do now. I put slightly heavier strings and the bridge could not bear em...so it raised up. Yes i speak of my strat. As a result had to play the important galeej gig with K's guitar which....is a good guitar...but wasnt there. BLM and K gave in some suggestions on how to cure it which seem to work with whatever limited tools i have. Has helped but with a proper king size screwdriver it'll be perfect. As i sit here keying in this post i keep glancing over to see my friend standing on its stand. It seems to be gently weeping. You'll be back soon.
The gig was bad. Apart from guitar issues the band was very untight. Considering there was comparitively a musically seasoned crowd we played really badly. The worst part is, that people still liked it. I hope we get what we need in our jams to become a pro band on stage. The talent and skill is there. But a very important something is missing. All we can do is keep working and hope to put our act together. It was a good christmas day. Gave the guitar sine treatment too which seemed to work. Plus got a sweater that mom sent through an uncle. Missed her as soon as i put it on. Anyway the year is almost over. It was a good year. Shall write about it in the next post.

Dunno what to say

I dunno how this happens. How much ever i try it so happens that if someone says something bad to me or something bad about me. I start having a bad feeling about them. I know i have much more character than this but cant say why this happens but it just does. Once i have a bad feeling about someone it becomes very difficult to change it. But there are a few people who are exceptions to this. Thats cuz they know me well. I respect em for that. There are also some in the middle of these two categories. Those people hmm cant say much about these. lets say just let em be. I think there are three kinds of people in my life. I think. Lets find out if there are more. Im sure there can be more kinds just got to open my mind. Starting yoga tomorrow for that sole purpose. Yogas.

We need to talk.

Hi lord.
I just wanted to clarify something. Why do good people always seem to struggle and the really good people always struggle even more while the sucky, useless, selfish, arrogant, people seem to live like kings. I hate to see this. On the other hand when u give that one good man or woman what he deserves in this world it gives me more joy than anything else believe me. But anyway im running on the hope that u will embrace the real good ones at their time. But dont punish the bad ones either....the're just immature...they need help. I know u dont 'punish' anyone. But lets not give them ALL the things that they dont deserve in heaps and bounds!!!!!!!!! You know best lord you know best. Take care of mankind. It needs you. Especially the USA!!!!!!!!!;-)hehe sorry.
Me

wandering thoughtful wannabe mystic

My heads having lots of room for the last few days for thoughts. Maybe its because i have no work. Maybe its because im not listening to music. Maybe its because im reading a Paulo Coelho book. But im kinda glad that im thinking. Life had become quite a machine sometime ago. I could not beleive that i was penning down my gigs and engagements in a diary. Don't like that lifestyle as much. Dont hate it that much either. Come what may what i really want to do...or 'think' that i really want to do in the end is go and live in the mountains....in peace. But these changes in lifestyle which have made life a constant rush of random sometime pointless thoughts that has got me questioning my self on that dream. It was not too long ago whn i used to come back from college and just sit in peace and quiet and try to observe my thoughts. I used to be so merry in this activity that when it would become dark late evening and mosquitoes would to start making merry that i would get stirred out of this activity. I miss that me. Now i cant sit still for too much time. Is it pressure?Yes partially. No completely. Pressure of letting myself down. Pressure that im overrated and it all might come down to nothing. Pressure of.....well lots of issues...which again...i have sketched myself.

Make it real bad writing

In my last post i was intending to key in 'conscience' but it came out as 'conciousness'...sheesh im not cut out for writing.

Me!Writing!Here!

Im a very bad writer. Forget about general writing i cant even sketch songs for my band. But i thought of doing this when last night i found an emptiness in my heart. Someone very close has drifted away in the past few months and has left a gaping hole in my conciousness. Maybe keying down the status of my head is better than just letting it float out of my head into empty spaces. I know this may sound like a cliche love story but thats something this is JUST NOT. Not at all. I speak to a higher conciousness every night, infact most of the time, especially when i think there's some trouble brewing. thats me. Cant help it. I have become very slack an unorderly in my behaviour. Maybe a little selfish too. But; i used to speak to her too and she was my first level of a reality check, before i could move on to the higher being. It was nice. I was complacently but slowly getting into this new mould of existence. But no more. Now i pray FOR her every night. Not for her to come back but for her to be happy wherever she is. She must be helping someone else discover themselves.