Mum and Dad, i want guitar lessons!
November 6, 2009
and i wanna fill my room with many many more guitars
Days like these keep those loose screws in place.
I’m deeply grateful to my friends. For being as constant as the sunrise when the skies turn dark on us. It’s like a ever-present voice in the head that reminds us of this beautiful world, and how work that has to be done(24/7, 5 days a week in the military) is all but merely the work that has to be done – how it should NEVER EVER get in the way of us living an exciting life, as an exciting young man.
This past week in camp, I found a well of untapped emotion and energy – Anger. I don’t know clearly though, how much anger had i have bore for everything, but i survive another gruelling week of army feeding on my anger for many things. Everything. Every time i need to pull my bedsheets, sweep the floor, stand at attention, greet a superior, polish my boots – all in the name of FEAR. Fear is the ultimate force that perpetuates all ranks and all personnel within the army. Fear leads to cowardice. Cowardice leads to a system that is run by incessant penalties. And incessant imposition of penalties simply grows back into the unbeatable monster we call Fear. And i’m angry, because i don’t understand why people (with the authority vested with them) willingly subject themselves to illogical, inefficient and outdated methods of command and control.
A weekend that proves that:
- you can’t write Raul off just yet
- Madrid can function without Ronaldo and/or Kaka
- Barcelona can fail to score,
- and thus fail to win
- Chelsea is beatable
- and lastly, Liverpool losing to a goal that will go down as footballing folklore.
In essence, a great weekend of football. Which, frankly speaking, is something i haven’t had in a long time.
Actually, i think it’ll be very interesting (and sad too, upon the imminent self-realisation) to come up with a haven’t-haves-in-a-long-time list.
Booking in again. Makes me sick in the stomach(and heart, head, legs, everywhere).
