Why the Mirror Lies

Everyone is always saying that one should judge oneself first before judging others.

Well excuse me Mr Everyone my mirror is broken so I can't see my own reflection.

Instead of being defensive, why not take what the world thinks of you with a pinch of salt?

You can be satisfied with your distorted reflection or down the bitter pill of truth with a glass of sweet apple juice in one go. You decide.

What's wrong with being two-faced if you build your faces around what the world needs. The world does not need you stomping around in your tiny pathetic world of immature folly. The world needs you when you're lovely and giving, understanding and appreciative because it has to be reciprocal you see.

Even your lonely relationship with the mirror is reciprocal. Consider this:

The mirror can lie to you and tells you that you're ugly when you're beautiful, that you're fat when you're not, that you're naked when you're clothed.

OR

You tell the mirror what you want to see, and when it's telling you the truth, you turn your back to it. You deny the ugly piece of flesh that you are. You refuse to see your own reflection.

All I am saying is that some times truth hurts, and it hurts even more when it's not from your own mirror. But truth is truth nevertheless, no matter how ugly it is. At least you get to see it before it grows to monstrous proportions.


Mirror, mirror, let's be truthful to each other shall we? Because I can take my ugly reflection better if you be the one who tells me so first.

This picture is disturbing.

Tunang is Annoying

Hai la tunang, nak terase jugak ker dengan banner baru ku? mengade la you ni okay okay i love my guitar more than you except you. Pastu harus ke letak status invisible kat the selfish girl tapi tak invisible kat you?


Lovely
You are so lovely,
I want to cook you a curry,
And everything that is nice and furry,
Is for you and me only.

okay mince pies are lovely.

xoxo (OMG gossip girl)

God is Greater than you....

This poem needs melodies!!


Hey laughing people,
Hey everybody,
Hey sunshine dear, listen to me,
Oh Mam, Oh Sir you too,
Haven't you heard?
God is Greater than you!

Afloat on the sea,
Standing by the tree,
Sitting here with you,
Tell me your fortune,
Tell me with truth,
God is Greater than you!

Lonely hearts begged,
Dirty feet ragged,
They waited with fright,
Because they see the oh so Might,
In the deepest depth of the lonely night,
So when you're judged darling,
Were you good or bad?
Sit up and smile,
Don't be so sad,
This is where we adieu,
For God is Greater than you.

I wish I have the ability to make music and not just playing people's work. T_T

Inspired, Inspiration, Inspire, EXPIRED

Last Sunday, I had my first "jamming session". We played 2 songs Where ever You Will Go by The Calling and There She Goes by The LAs complete with lead, rhythm and base guitars. Such a dear diary moment, I think playing together is so much more fun than playing solo.


Finger picking is going great, C and F chords sound nicer now, not using capo at all, learnt 4 songs in 4 days, managed to figure out Unintended intro (with help) okay I'm not going too bad I suppose.

It's hard to be inspired when you're stuck here. All I can see is snow, deers, ambulances, dying patients, dead patients, overpriced hospital food, the need to speak in English 24/7...... aku nak cakap bahasa melayu lah skarang.

Tadi mase ward round, ade this lady, umur baru 28 tahun, just diagnosed with NK T cell lymphoma in the summer. Besar kemungkinan will be dead minggu ni. Tapi kenape aku tak rase sedih? Tak rase kesian pun. Last year, aku nangis tg pakcik tu mati atas stretcher (tapi mase tu first day medicine and surgery bengong punyer doktor suro aku ikut tgk pakcik yg dh mati watpe, what can i possibly learn?) Ok aku rase kesian kat die,tapi kalau die mati minggu ni, there will be extra bed in the hospital for other people. Tapi kan tadi lepas ward round, I walked out of the ward, pastu nampak husband of the lady yang sakit tu, he looked so small and meek. She's not going to make it through this week, how does he feel? Mungkin baru je kahwin. Oh bile tulis baru rase sedih. Bagus, nampaknye diri ku ini telah pandai membina benteng emosi dgn pesakit. Shit terenye BM aku. Minggu lepas ade sorang pesakit lelaki ni, die pun ade ape ntah, leukemia ke lymphoma, anyways, die pun mase jumpa die last week, mcm dh nak mati, this week mmg betul2 dh pergi to the next life. Minggu lepas aku pergi tgk post mortem. Ade nenek ni, pagi tu die kate sakit belakang, bawak pergi jumpa GP, GP ingat sakit air kencing (UTI= sakit air kencing?/pundi kencing/buah pinggang??? banyak sgt organ aku tak tau which one is which), pastu kasi nenek tu antibiotik, nenek tu keluar je klinik, rebah pastu mati dlm perjalan ke hospital. Rupenye die ade aortic aneurysm, maksudnye saluran darah die pecah. Aku nampak la badan die kene potong, darah tu mcm tasik dlm abdominal cavity die. Bau macam ayam. Mayat orang bau macam ayam. Aku tak suka masuk rumah mayat, aku tak suke tgk mayat orang, and I DONT LIKE CHICKEN.

DEATH DEATH DEATH

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE INSPIRED? These people will expire soon, this is so disturbing. I can't wait to go out of this place.




At least there are some more mince pies....NYUM!

My legal temporary high

Okay so I know there are infinitely more important things in life to solve than playing guitar eg: ending poverty, stop war, being green, finding peace with God...... which should actually be top of my list of things to do. Oh dear.

So I admit I'm probably the plainest of the plainest of the plainest of people, I'll always be a mediocre student and will be a mediocre doctor but this thing is my temporary high that I like, so please be supportive. I'm a nicer person to be with because I let my frustration out on the guitar.

Tricks I learn this week from our weekly guitar classes:

1. Anchor pinkie on the body of the guitar and pick using all of your fingers. Don't be lazy and use only your thumb and index finger, all fingers need to be dextrous.

2. Sing when you play so you keep up with the tempo; alternatively play along with the audio so that you're always in beat.

3. Chord progression. CHORD ProGressION. Can't be stressed enough.

I got these lovely guitar associated birthday presents from really kind people. Thank you! I appreciate them very much!

Thanks Farah!

aaaa....I don't the picture of it, but I got a lovely thick book of all guitar chords from Syafiq. Thank you! I will practice more.

To my calluses, you guys are ugly, but I love you so much. Keep laying down those collagen strands and make yourself fatter and harder. And please kill all of the pain and pressure receptors.

xx

SnoW and Guitar Converts

We're not through November yet and it's snowing now. I can foresee a long dark winter, oh I can't wait for Turkey trip it's going to be fun!

So anywhoo, I managed to convert more girls to be guitar freaks like moi. Woohoo, spread the addiction around, Bristol now, the Universe tomorrow. Oh I wish I had taken a picture of her guitar just now, it's a lovely Spanish made classical guitar bought at a charity shop. Somebody had been really disrespectful to it, the head was cracked in so many ways and there were bubbles on its body. It still sounds nice though, and I really enjoyed myself playing it. This addiction is spiraling out of control.


More stupid poems coming up.

The Moon is Chasing Us

Driving through the night,
We drove through the night,
The wind howled so,
In a loudly silent flow.

We said to each other,
Look hey look my dear,
The moon is chasing us.
Quick, he's right behind us!
He's up, he's down and he's all around,
Look he's smiling down,
As we drove through the town.

It's dark yet it's bright,
It's calm yet it's a fight,
With the silver shadows of the lonely lagoon,
We trade the sun for the rays of the moon,
Like the Northern Star, constant we will be,
Time can have our bodies,
But our minds will always be free.


xx

It's tiring to be loud

Yup it's tiring to be loud. I'll stay quietly in a corner next time.

LONELY SPECTATOR

Hello lonely spectator,
Why are you still here?
The lights are gone, the curtains are down,
The one you held so dear,
Is no longer here.

Stop the applause, stop the cheer,
She can't hear you if that's what you fear,
Her time is up, and she has stop,
Singing her song but she tried for so long,
Her pretty voice had croaked, her dress was soaked,
All the time mending,
Her lonely heart you broke.

Hello lonely spectator,
Can you keep a secret?
In every drunken fetor,
You lugged in every winter,
Your muse, your goddess, your lullaby,
She was dying to fly,
In the blink of an eye,
She sang a goodbye,
Meant for you, oh don't be sly,
She flew soon after you died.



I don't want to leave this cold room. Not even for a warm room if it meant not going to the gym for five days! Blubbery blubber laden doctors. HUH! you should give us a free gym!

This blog is stupid.