It's my birthday. And I am back.
And really sorry not to have blogged for 6 or seven months before this entry. Since something called Orkut happened to me over that period, my writing habit was well-nigh butchered. As it is, I never sat down at a machine for too long: and for blogging, I really need time. The other thing is, probably because much of what you write runs a danger of being hacked when sent on page, I write with a vengeance at work.
Other thoughts: this place has weird energies. And it sure is surreal to work with your girlfriend in the same office. But hey, I need the job; keeps me focused.
And really sorry not to have blogged for 6 or seven months before this entry. Since something called Orkut happened to me over that period, my writing habit was well-nigh butchered. As it is, I never sat down at a machine for too long: and for blogging, I really need time. The other thing is, probably because much of what you write runs a danger of being hacked when sent on page, I write with a vengeance at work.
Other thoughts: this place has weird energies. And it sure is surreal to work with your girlfriend in the same office. But hey, I need the job; keeps me focused.
However, I'd now be happy remembering the fact that I have a large chunk of WHATEVER I always wanted, gear-wise. I have the K Customs and even an A Custom, and one of the best set of drums in this town. The thing that's eating me is whether joining this job — even with its promise of a 10 to 6 — will actually cut down on playing time. In any case, if that is the scene, I'll go back to where I once was. The music, amigos, will never stop.
2 comments:
amake chinba na..tobe reincarnated blog tee ageo porttam
keno portam, eto bola muushkil.....oi ar ki
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