random-ings !! 2-007, shaken and stirred...
-yet another new year.. i don't get what's the big deal with new year's is to be honest , the mad mad urgency to be at a rocking party. As for me i was sitting at my new 'home' sipping a little wine and listening to a few opera's. somehow ringing in the new year with alchohol and cigerette butts in a noisy club dosen't appeal to me anymore. No i am not as old as that line makes me seem. So what is the new post in the new year sposed to talk about ? resolutions ? regrets ? goals ?
-My new city is pretty. It makes me fall in love with it all over again and funnily i have made some new friends rather quickly. It's such a contrast from my previous city. How two city's in the same country can be so drastically diffrent is thought ponderingly funny. The new city's makes me want to fall in love with someone again. The other side of me laughs at this thought and wonders how long it will be before i start fucking around again.
-i finally succedded in keeping my emotions in the bag. You know the moments where you have mood swings or feel alone. I figured out a system to overcome that and be cold and neutral. I am kinda excited about that however i am concerned how will that lack of emotional up/down turn will affect me as an artist. Oh well, i was simply sick of feeling alone everytime i had dinner by myself...
-Dave mathews wrote all these songs for one woman, he proposed to her 7-8 times and each time she said no. He ended up marrying someone else..
-I am going and waltzing back and moving into her head.
-I love my songs, or rather beginning to love them. I love my new guitar too. I named her lady.
-Few of the readers on this blog are people i know in real life. I appreciate them keeping quite about this. Tho they are free to judge me as much as they want ;)
-I don't know what to post about anymore... any suggestions ?
-My new city is pretty. It makes me fall in love with it all over again and funnily i have made some new friends rather quickly. It's such a contrast from my previous city. How two city's in the same country can be so drastically diffrent is thought ponderingly funny. The new city's makes me want to fall in love with someone again. The other side of me laughs at this thought and wonders how long it will be before i start fucking around again.
-i finally succedded in keeping my emotions in the bag. You know the moments where you have mood swings or feel alone. I figured out a system to overcome that and be cold and neutral. I am kinda excited about that however i am concerned how will that lack of emotional up/down turn will affect me as an artist. Oh well, i was simply sick of feeling alone everytime i had dinner by myself...
-Dave mathews wrote all these songs for one woman, he proposed to her 7-8 times and each time she said no. He ended up marrying someone else..
-I am going and waltzing back and moving into her head.
-I love my songs, or rather beginning to love them. I love my new guitar too. I named her lady.
-Few of the readers on this blog are people i know in real life. I appreciate them keeping quite about this. Tho they are free to judge me as much as they want ;)
-I don't know what to post about anymore... any suggestions ?
6 comments:
Even i wrote something on "whats the big deal" about new years
...If u can recollect, we had met in one of the bloggers meet recently
i absolutely do senor !
for some reason i can't access your blog tho :)
http://sherriff_32.rediffblogs.com/
.....try it once again
Hey there.. nice blog you got here. Totally relate to some of the stuff mentioned in this and other posts. Esp. the previous post. Uprooting myself to a new place every now and then, all there is to show is visa stamps and nothing more.
Will be back for more. Cheers
sherriff, i think i need to sign up for a rediffmail Id :)
john, thanks man ! nothing is better than someone saying they relate to stuff you write :) checkin out your blog now...
Just to let you know that I am officially a nutjob and managed to somehow delete my blog, so I am now at hazaarfucked.blogspot.com.
-Surly
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