Do I have A Disease? VI

Hmm.

I've started taking up Robert's habit (or rather religious-like practise) of wiping down my strings after I play the guitar. Somehow or another, I've always been dying to make myself do this everytime I finish playing with the instrument. Yet I've always remained lazy and indifferent.. now I've got someone who can make this a real good habit... hopefully it continues beyond my prediction of two wipes.

I'm thinking of demolishing my old guitar.. it's taking too much space, and I don't even feel like playing it. I wish I could have like an acrylic box to place it in and hang up on my wall so that I won't have to wipe it every two days because of the dust. I seriously need to consider buying a bracket to hang it up, because I have four guitars and it's not healthy to have them all cluttered around one spot in my room.

In any case, I want to go watch the Subway Stars at some club down town in the Bugis area... they proved to be pretty capable and tight as a group, and what better way to see how people do things on-stage.. it's all a learning process.

Last night's work was somewhat marred because I know one of my colleagues is pissed with me (maybe it's because I'm a talented bastard who is 200 times more sociable.. and I can't give a shit about what she thinks) but my shift was over, and I asked my supervisor whether I could make a move (and get the gig going), but this colleague of mine was washing some glass ketchup containers which I was supposed to have filled by the end of my shift. Thing is, she washed them so late, it was already way past the end of my shift.

She kind of like chided me with a 'tsk tsk tsk', and I was like 'what thing? (which meant, is there a problem?)'. I seriously don't get these sort of people... it's clear cut that my shift is over, and now you're trying to make me feel guilty for not completing my job on time??? Excuse me, missy, you didn't wash them earlier.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I have the right to do whatever I want if I'm done from work. With the exception of streaking through the pub or making a scene inside the pub, unless I'm much mistaken, I have every damn reason to get up, sing a couple of songs and in the process make a bunch of people happy. I'm socialising (and trying to get some experience) for crying out loud... don't blame me for your state of single-hood.

In fact, why don't you look at yourself? You're severely over-weight, you have some piss-hole attitude and you're a (toot)ing glutton. Get a life.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy

I apologise if my blog seems a little on-edge as of late.. I promise to try and lighten up.