Love

My guitar is my lover and my best friend...

every night, i caress her, and together we create sweet music...with each strum, she knows what i want and how i feel...she whispers to me the secrets of my soul...

we communicate not through words, but through the communion of our souls...the language we share is alien to all but ourselves...

she understands me like none other, and for that i am grateful...

the cry of her strings are the mysteries of my heart manifest in sound...they are the echoes of the desires and laments that define me...

holding her in my arms is to unite wood and metal with flesh and bone...the universe dissolves and ceases to matter...we become the universe...

My guitar is my best friend and my lover....

This is Dreamer, signing out.

Weird Signs.....

Greetings, Earthlings...

Its a strange day today....i found myself awake as hell at 8 in the morning despite a somewhat late night out spent watching the second transformers movie...my biological clock must be broken, because i was seriously lookin forward to a morning wasted snoozing on the comfort of my bed...

Things rarely ever turn out as one expects, though...the time is now 1023, and ive just spent two fruitless hours trying to navigate myself back to slumber land to no avail...as such, i have decided to indulge in the therapeutic act of online voyeurism to an audience im not sure even exists at all...

about this mysterious audience...i've started noticing a strange phenomenon supporting the possibility that my perceived audience might actually be real! the evidence is hardly irrefutable, and is in fact more on par in terms of conclusivity with sightings of nessy and the abominable snowman....


here's what i noticed...several of my less hostile and cynical passages have actually been rated as "interesting" / "cool" in that little check-box that comes at the end of each entry!! now the cynic in me is wondering if i might have accidentally, or worse, subliminally clicked on these little check-boxes myself.... after all, as far as i know, i have a readership comprising of an awe-inspiring zero! (not counting myself, of course)

i have, since gaining awareness of these checks a while ago, taken the extra precaution of ensuring that my cursor does not stray anywhere near the empty squares...but alas, lo-and-behold!! my most recent entry, for reasons not entirely clear to myself, seems to have meritted itself an "interestng" grade!!

of course, my conscious decision to avoid accidental click-age of check-boxes does not rule out the possibility of any subliminal action on my part...this is much to my chagrin...i could very well be goin nuts without even realising it...

a fightclub scenario seems not beyond the realm of probability...my mainstream edward norton could have created for itself a brad pitt alterego who does nothing but read this blog, and click on check boxes to boost my flailing ego...it seems far more likely than someone actually taking an interest in my writing!


after all, i've only once ever found someone else's blog entry remotely interesting, and even then, it never occured to me to tell its author that i thought so...i dont get why people out there would actually take the time to read my shit, and feel the urge to express their appreciation..the idea is about as alien to me as pizza is to pluto...

i fear that my mind could be teetering on the very edge of dementia...it seems that somewhere along the way, i've lost the plot and my bearings on reality!! somebody, please prove me wrong...for the sake of my sanity, if anyone out there is indeed reading my shit, please do not leave behind an anonymous footprint!

write me a comment instead, and prove to me that my brain synapses are all still fully functioning...you woulda made me a very relieved man by doing so...

I will end today's entry with this desperate plea...damn....so much for therapeutic online voyeurism...i feel crazier now than when i began writing...anyways.....

This is Dreamer signing out.

New Beginnings...

Hello, World...

It's been too long since my last entry in this beautiful but under-appreciated blog...i dont really wanna say too much though, coz i'm sleepy as hell, and i really ought to get myself a decent night's rest...

things are lookin up these days...ive got a decent job and a steady income, and the chaos of job hunting is a thing of the past! the pay is nothing like what i used to get, but the hours are predictable, and i'm pretty satisfied for now...

the nature of the work is something im not all that excited about though, coz it involves me squeezing money outta broke people...it kinda eats away at my conscience every once in a while, but hey, you gotta do whatcha gotta do...


i got my exam results a week or two ago, and i was a little disappointed with the A+, A, and the B that i got...well, the A's were good, but the B pissed me off...im sure i did pretty damn well for the exam paper itself, so i'm guessin the assignments were what pulled my grade down...

i was kinda hopin to get my GPA back up to its former glorious level, but shcck shock horror, it actually dropped by 0.02 points, and really, that is what i am essentially peeved about...4.23 is NOT something to be proud off!

but anyways....lets see now....what else is cooking in this sloppy stew that is my life..? ah yes...the band...why on earth is it so hard to find a singer? good news is this friday, we've got a promising young candidate trying out for the spot, and i hope things work out with her, coz its a real chore lookin for someone with decent pipes and time on his / her hands...

the band repertoire seems to be building up really nicely, and im actually quite impressed with the number of songs we have...maybe sometime soon, with our new singer, we can do gigs and shit and start rocking the world for real...

and speaking of rocking the world, hats off to the great late michael jackson...you died on my birthday, and thats as good a sign as any that it is indeed my calling to carry on your legacy of musical brilliance! you'll be loved and remembered forever, you crazy / wonderful freak of a man!


on a final note...i''d like to talk about this book i just read, and that i'm damn glad i bought...its called the white tiger, and it was inspired! i strongly urge everyone out there to get your hands on a copy, and allow the story to awaken your spirit and mind!

(this is not a paid endorsement)

There really is a whole lot more i'd like to say, but its getting a little late, and i really do need to cancel off my sleep deficit! i leave you with positive vibes and waves of love, and a reminder that swine flu isnt a good enough reason to walk around lookin like an arse with a surgical mask on your face.

This is Dreamer, signing off.