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Living in a gloom soaoked room has left me nothing but a lot of time pondering on the things that have passed in the few months before. There really isn’t really much to talk about, indeed, for one who does not talk much will have little to say. But, it’s been a rough month for me. Hopes for entry into a local university have already shattered before I can have them all them plans dirty over my hands. And for that, now I’ll have to empty my pockets, perhaps an indomitable amount of loan to cover the debts I’ll have to inject into these institutes that has little to do with current running government. Money, money, money, little do I love you for the misery you give, but you make me hook on you, like you were a drug, except more lethal, more brutal, more addictive than a mere 10 ounce of Ice drug. Money for education, money for a new guitar, money for a living. This list will eventually stretch until the bottoms of hell.
It seems I’m rather in a mood to write a novel, but that’s not for today. I have some other plans. It seems each time a holiday approaches to an end, I seem to develop a great interest in writing a blog. How long has been? 4 months? Could be more if you’re good at math (something I’m not, or merely denying). Days and weeks were spent to pump my demanding tummy with good edible stuff. The rest of the time I had my hands on the guitar. Truth to be told, I’m not sure if I’ve been making progress; but even I did, I believe its barely a jump of a bacteria from one spot to another. Nonetheless, the battle must go on. Other than that, I did do a little reading during the birth on my jolly good days, but it all were consumed with good old computer games that much recalled of my younger days.
Seems like a good deal of people already made their way into higher places to achieve higher ambitions. It something that I can never really feel. Ambition for professionalism. Has all these music and life thought made me feel of abandoning my previous ambitions? Somehow I feel they had a role in making me have tough figuring out the puzzle and putting the pieces together.
Ah, I fear the story must end if I were to recharge my appetite to write. Would that be another 6 months? We shall see about that..
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Eh bro, what’s up ?! Seriously you can write dude.. I think one day you might publish your own book.. or books.. haha..
On a serious note, I guess it’s just what life is, money.. But I think more important is our own mind which is a very powerful thing. Our mindset determine where we want to go.. I can only wish all the best for your future dude..
p.s. : keep rocking, or blues-ing..
hey dude! memang lama din see you la.. good ol’ Bender days.. ala, even it may sound good to malaysians, the mat sallehs will probably just laugh at it.. hehe..
its all about the money! how’s messing up with your new axe? i wonder what uve been doing with it.. i dun think i can imagine u playing some classic rock licks on it.. hehe.. jk jk.. i know you can go far with pluckings.. i seen that before! and its sweet stuff..
and thanks man for ur wishes! you will need the same here from me.. i suppose a lost guy like me could use some luck..