Tuesday 28 February 2012

First Day


First day back was not too bad.
Actually clerked two patients today (not properly, but hey, it's the first day ok).

Came back home, took a nap,
woke up ready to face the world head on,
and so I wrote down a list of things I wanted to get done tonight.




Things I was supposed to do tonight :

1. Print out a monthly calendar
2. Start on my selectives report
3. Glance through Browse's on varicose veins
4. Glance through the notes that I took while clerking patients this afternoon, and arrange it a bit in case I need to present
5. Read up on wound dressing for tomorrow




Things I actually did tonight :

1. Watch 6 episodes of Friends.


















~vid~

Monday 27 February 2012

Back to School


I really should be sleeping instead of blogging right now,
but if I don't type this today then I probably won't type it at all.

Right.
So as of tomorrow morning, yours truly is a final year medical student.

That's pretty damn scary to be honest.

I don't know how anyone can be expected to take me seriously as a doctor.



I still haven't packed properly.
And it's already midnight too.
I haven't touched my stethoscope, etc since I got back from Ireland...I don't even know where I chucked them.
:/

I think it's the 2-month break that's making it harder to accept that I have to go back to school.
Plus, the fact that its final year.
oh my god.



I actually had other things to blog about, I've been planning this post out in my head since this afternoon,
(and procrastinating on it as usual)
But my head's a huge muddle of tension right now, don't ask me why.

Thank God tomorrow's just the briefing!




sigh.
Wish me luck, you guys.

Hopefully this turns out to be a really good year.
Hopefully I don't lose my head the way I did in Sem7.

yep.

I should go pack.
And sleep.

I think a headache's beginning to set in already. ugh.



~vid~

Friday 24 February 2012

Awkward Conversations


Was talking to my parents about Caesarean deliveries vs normal deliveries during dinner just now.
Not sure how the topic came up, but it did,
and as usual they zone out halfway so I shut up.
And then my dad asks my mum something about the food and she goes like "oh yeah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about when she (indicates me) wouldn't stop talking just now"

oh.

Geez I'm sorry discussing anything remotely medical is so offensive to you.
I mean, it's not like you forced me into doing medicine when I had my heart set on law or anything right?


Fuck you.


I know I've been whining about this since forever, but its just sedih la ok.
It's just so fucking sad how no one cares.

And then they complain that I don't talk to them.
Seriously?

I don't know how I was born into this family.






Made ice-cream today.
Left it in the freezer to set, hopefully it turns out alright. :/






On a completely different note,
went out with Sufi and Jovann to Steven's Corner on Wednesday night.
We'd been planning to go since way back in Sem7, but every single time something would come up,
but finally,
finally,
we went on Wednesday.

I'd quite forgotten that Steven's was so close to the IMU Bukit Jalil campus.
Soooo many IMU juniors omg.
I think they're having orientation now, because there was literally this whole army of kids in orientation shirts and IMU IDs at Steven's that night.

So anyway, the three of us sat down and were talking.
We had so much to talk about ok since me and the boy hadn't seen each other since the end of Jan, and we both hadn't seen Sufi since Dec.

So like 15 minutes in,
this guy walks into Steven's and walks past our table to sit at a table somewhere in front of us, in such a way that he's directly facing me.

And my instant reaction is "SHITTTT" because.
well.
I knew him from college, and we kinda sorta used to have something going on back then.
And, as it usually does whenever I see someone from high school or college whom I really don't want to see anymore, my fight-or-flight response kicks in and I really just want to get up and move to somewhere else,
but after a couple of minutes, it's apparent that the dude doesn't recognize me,
and I suppose that makes sense,
because I do look quite a bit different from what I looked like back then (I think), what with losing the specs and everything,
so I calm down and continue the conversation with the other two,
who are completely obvious to the sudden emotional turmoil I just went through.

Couldn't help sneaking glances every now and then though. *ahem*

So, 3 hours later (like I said, we had alot to talk about),
the guy and his friends get up to leave,
and I'm inwardly breathing a sigh of relief because well, thank god he's leaving, right?

So they walk past our table, and suddenly the dude stops right next to me,
and goes like
"Vidya?"

SHIT.

And so, being the idiot I am, I put on this confused face and go like "yeaaaaah...oh hey, you're.." and then I trail off so it seems like I don't remember his name even though that was the first thing that popped into my head when I saw his face 3 hours ago.
I really am an idiot.
So he tells me his name and goes "I knew it was you! I just wasn't sure that's why I didn't come over earlier; you look a bit different" and I mumble something along the same lines, and then he asks how I am, and how I'm doing,
and I stand up because it's awkward and I really don't want to introduce him to my friends,
and after like a few more sentences he realises his friends have already left (they didn't even realise he stopped) so he has to run off,
and for some stupid reason I go like "yeah well, you should go, I'll talk to you online or something. Nice seeing you again"


Right so.
Awkward conversation #1 over.

Then I forget about it, because it was just a random thing yeah.
I mean I'm bound to run into people I used to know every now and then.

Then yesterday,
all of a sudden.
The dude messages me on fb.

DUDE. I DIDN'T SERIOUSLY MEAN I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU ONLINE.

"I'll talk to you online or something" is just my way of trying to end an awkward conversation without seeming too abrupt or cold or rude.

And this conversation is even more awkward.
And he keeps asking random stuff like if I go Steven's alot, or if I've kept in touch with anyone from college,
..and I completely didn't know what to answer or ask in return.

I would've kicked myself in the head if I was flexible enough.

HOW on earth do I normally hold conversations with people oh my god.
The only thing I seemed capable of saying yesterday was "lol no not really. What about you?"

Rinse. Repeat.

Arghh.

I hate awkward conversations like you wouldn't believe.





yep.

This is a ridiculous post, I apologize for the decline in quality of posts over the past few weeks.

This post would have probably been funnier if I wasn't so annoyed at my parents.




ALSO.
HAD MY LAST YOGA CLASS TODAY.
WHEEEEEE.

I went four days this week.
Surprisingly, I don't feel like shit at all. Actually feel pretty good.

huh.



One more week to London Paris New York!

...7 days to brainwash someone into going to watch it with me. Wish me luck, you guys.




In an attempt to redeem this post,
here is an Ali Zafar interview in which he's being absolutely adorable.
It's in English, so everybody can watch it ok? Ok.
His hair is as ridiculous as always.
And I love how they're so bff. :3
Dammit can't wait for the movie to be outttttt already.

Right. Interview :





:D



~vid~

Tuesday 21 February 2012

Shivaratri





It's Shivaratri today!

And ohmygod I didn't even know until like 5pm when someone tweeted about it and then I was like
"HOLYSHIT SHIVARATRI IS TODAY!?"

...because I'm so well-versed in Hindu festivals and all right.
I didn't even know when Thaipusam was.
That's how horrible I am.



Right, for the benefit of my readers around the world
(you have no idea how much pleasure it gives me to be able to write something like that. ahem)

Shivaratri, directly translated, means The Night of Shiva,
so basically,
all devotees of Lord Shiva (that's us Hindus) are supposed to keep vigil throughout the night and worship Lord Shiva.
So basically you don't sleep.
I think there are some pujas (rituals) involved which you are supposed to do at night,
or alternatively you can meditate.
or something.

I'm really horrible at all this ritual stuff.
We don't really follow any of it in my family at all, so.

The article on wikipedia is quite comprehensive though, if anyone wants to read up on it.



I've never actually stayed up for Shivaratri before.
Don't know why I suddenly felt like staying up this year,
but the problem is, since I didn't know it was today, I fell asleep sometime in the afternoon for a couple of hours,
so that kind of cancels it,
and then we ate meat today, so like.
Even if I did stay up and meditate or whatever, it wouldn't count.
so yeah.

It's like there's no point.

And staying online throughout the night probably wouldn't count either, I think you have to meditate or something,
so..

I guess I shouldn't stay up then.
:/
Next year, it is!




I like how it says unmarried women normally stay up so that they can get husbands like Lord Shiva.
:O
...
So doing Shivaratri properly next year.
ahem.



Right,
its 3am.
And thanks to my skype session, I've now got tonnes of Ali Zafar pictures and about 4 videos loaded and my head is full of impure thoughts,
so
yep.
that definitely cancels out any vigils.



Damn.






AND OH MY GODDDDD THIS WOMANNN.

So I'm skyping with her right, and she asks me to change my tumblr url (I've had the same one for almost 3 years now)
And I'm like ok.
So she's like change it to 'alizafarlover.tumblr.com'
Like just for the LOLs yeah,
so I go check if it's available, and its not,
and I'm like damnnn someone else has got it already,
so of course I want to see who has it right,
so I type it into my address bar,

...and I see THIS.




BLOODY HELL.
WHY DO MY FRIENDS DO THESE THINGS.

I actually laughed for 5 mins straight though.
(and yes I normally have that many tabs open)



I really should sleep.




I hate how almost everyone I can really connect with are all on the other side of the world.
It's not fair.

I also hate how I've finally found one person who layans my Ali Zafar obsession (feeds it, more like) and she's all the way in Manchester.
-_-
Oh well, thank God for Skype I guess.



ROARRRRR.



~vid~

Monday 20 February 2012

Fluffy


So.
One skype phone call,
and now there's yet another person halfway across the world who thinks I'm mental. :)


Skyped with one of the girls from tumblr.
Wasn't planning on skyping actually, but then I was like why the heck not??

Turned out to be the best idea ever.

Started out talking about Ali Zafar (seriously you guys don't expect anything else from me right)
and his hair.
And Imran Khan,
and then John Abraham,
and random hindi movies,
and random hindi songs,
and more Ali Zafar,

and then she made an audio post on tumblr in which she mentions how much I love Ali Zafar's hair.

o.O

And oh good lord, she's putting me into one of her fan fics.
I'm being paired with Iker Casillas.
ok.

(how come no one wants to write a fan fic of me with Ali Zafar?)






Mind you, this whole skype call was taking place AFTER the most epic twitter conversation with
Dhina and Sufi,
THE most epic twitter conversation.
Honestly.
I'd post it up here if it wasn't infringing anyone's privacy.
Started out talking about actresses (P.S. Dhina, you're a sweetheart!), and then we went on to sexual innuendos, and then to Pokemon.

o.O

It's a miracle I didn't wet myself, I was laughing so hard while trying to reply them both.

And omg.
All I did was tweet about sexual innuendos,
and immediately I gained like 8 new followers.
Those really weird sex accounts (I can't think of any other way to describe them ok).
Like holy shit.
Cons of having a non-protected account. :/




And while this epic twitter conversation was taking place,
we were watching Dance India Dance on Zee tv,
and all of a sudden the host announces one of the contestants...
..presentingggg : Cockroach!

I choked on thin air.

WHO ON EARTH HAS THAT KIND OF NAME OMG.
Thankfully his real name is Raghav, and Cockroach is just a stage name but still.

He's quite good though.





yes.
I should sleep now.



Goodnight everybody!
Happy Monday! (yuck)



~vid~

Saturday 18 February 2012

Introducing Ali Zafar to the family




This is one of the few posts on this blog that is aptly titled ok.
Took me long enough to figure a proper title out.



Right.
So.
Story timeeeee :D





Was supposed to help in the kitchen this morning,
and I was...
...only halfway through I was getting really bored, so I decided to blast some music.

My mother's A-OK with that kind of thing
(she even has a radio in the kitchen ok)
but then we discovered that the only audio CDs we had lying around were those of devotional songs.
O.O
And my dad had moved all the cars out in the morning so we could sweep the porch, and I was faaaaar too lazy (as usual) to walk out of the house to grab a CD from one of the cars,
but we really wanted music,
so

I ended up putting a couple of my Ali Zafar songs into a pendrive and plugging it into the radio.





And.






My mother fell in love.

:O





No seriously.
After like two songs, she was like "which movie is this from?"

And I'm like uhhh. They're not from a movie...they're by that Pakistani singer...

What Pakistani sing..oh that one you have on your laptop?? (she means my laptop wallpaper)

Yep.

Oh.

*pause*

He's really good though.

What. Did you just.. what?








He sings in hindi too huh? I thought he'd sing in Urdu since he's Pakistani.











But so modern the songs!











Burn for me!










Burn for me! Why you never burn for me nice songs? These songs are so nice. Burn for me!






















Literally,
the entire time,
I'm just standing there with my mouth open like an idiot and the only thing going through my brain is

OHMYGOD MY MOTHER LIKES ALI ZAFAR OHMYGOD.


And then somehow I manage to find my voice again,
and then I start telling her about how he's now into Bollywood and how he's got a new movie coming out and how he composed the entire soundtrack and sang most of the songs,

and she's like "Wah. Really?"

And then I play the LPNY songs for her,
and she's like

Wow. He's got talent.

*pause*

And he's so handsome summore!














Indeed, mother, indeed.
:')













AND THENNN.
She makes me put this song on repeat.
The whole morning.






I know I've posted this before, but I have to post it again ok because of ALL his songs she likes THIS one.




She really is making me burn a CD of his songs for her,
and an identical one for my brother because she's sure he'd like them too.

:')






This is my laptop wallpaper btw :













I'm actually still a bit surprised.





~vid~



Obligatory disclaimer : all pics/gifs are either from tumblr or photobucket. All copyright to rightful owners.

Friday 17 February 2012

Moar food stories

Soooo...

I got my pasta today!


My mother was initially all "NO we make pasta on Sunday when she leaves"
And I was all "BUT I WANT PASTA TODAY"
And she was all "NO I MAKE FOR YOU NICE PASTA ON SUNDAY"
And I was all "I DON'T CARE MAKE NOT-NICE PASTA FOR ME TODAY"

And then she stared at me for like 30 seconds.

And then told me to go get the pasta.

Ended up making it myself,
but woooooooooooo! Pastaaaaaa!

Happy camper atm.





My brother's friend was supposed to come over for dinner,
but apparently something came up, so that's not happening.
Shame.
I was in the mood to entertain guests.

(no, really)



So after my wonderful pasta lunch,

I was all LETS MAKE ICE CREAM.
Cause I read a wonderful recipe yesterday and wanted to try it out,
and my mother was all NO.
And I was all BUT I WANT ICE CREAM.
And she's still all NO.
And I'm like BUTTTTT.
And then shes like argh. ok.
:O
But then it turned out we don't have ice-cream molds or paper cups or those little popsicle sticks, so we can't make ice cream.
Okay I wanted to make popsicles but I call them ice creams too so. yes.
Ice cream.
And then we considered using ice-cube trays to make them in but that would be ridiculous, so we scrapped that.
If I can convince my dad to go buy me paper cups (my dad's a darling, he probably would do it...plus I'm too lazy to drive myself anywhere) then we'll make ice cream todayyy.
My mother's trying to convince my dad to go buy ice cream instead so I don't have to make it,
BUT THATS NO FUN.
PSH.


And then, a little while after the ice cream idea got scrapped,
my mother was all LET'S BAKE A CAKE.
And I was all OK.
...and then we realised we didn't have any flour.
We have every other ingredient.
But no flour.
gaaaaaaaaaah.


Then I drank a bit of the coffee liquer that I brought back from Ireland.
Bailey's :D
Was going to put it in the cake (before we realised we had no flour), and so my mother needed me to do a "taste test".
I've been wanting to drink it since I bought it ok but no one would let me open it, so I was only too happy to oblige today.
Damnnn.
Sedap.
The alcohol is overpowering (still don't like the taste of alcohol) but it's really sweet otherwise. I like. ;)



Right.
So after that failed plan,
I was all LETS MAKE CHOCOLATE TRUFFLES.
But my mother was all NO.
Then she went to sleep.



Okay. :(



I still want to make ice cream.



p.s. Most of the conversation above is in capitals because I was really hyper today. Still am.



~vid~

Midnight food cravings


Actually its 2am, but whatever.

Back to my Ali Zafar playlist after 2 hours of listening to the randomest songs I didn't know I even had in my laptop.


I've decided.
Tomorrow I'm going to make scrambled eggs for breakfast (if I wake up in time for it).
And dammit, I really want to put cheese in the eggs, but we don't have cheese, so I'll have to survive without.

And for lunch, all I want is a good, big, steaming bowl of pasta.
I fucking love pasta ok.
It sucks that ever since my brother got married we don't eat pasta as often because the sister-in-law doesn't like pasta.

How can you not like pasta?
How on earth did he ever get married to someone who doesn't like pasta?

aaaaaaargh.

I don't care.
I want pasta tomorrow.
I don't care if we don't have pasta at home and have to eat out.

I DEMAND PASTA.




Also, I've come to the conclusion that I'm alot less sane at 2 in the am than I am at any other time of the day.

And the game is startingggggg ok byeeeee.
Pray its a good game or I'll fall asleep here on my laptop.
roar.
OH AND FABIO IS PLAYING TODAY! YAAAAAY.
I missed u bb. :*




~vid~

Another random post


How can I be so sleepy when it's only 12.05am?
:O

Put my iTunes on shuffle earlier because I've been listening to entirely too many Ali Zafar songs,
and as a result,
this post is being written to the absolute epic melody that is the Imperial March.
(a.k.a Darth Vader's super cool theme music in Star Wars)




Earlier tonight,
my mother asked me if I wanted to follow the sister-in-law on her trip to Hong Kong.
Only I'd be going for a just a couple of days (if I wanted to), and she'd stay on for whatever it is her job required her to go to Hong Kong for.

At first I was like huh. seriously?

And then, being me and all, I was all OKAY LETS GO.


And thennn,
my mother decides to explain that the whole idea wasn't really plausible anyway (wtf man wtf)
because she was only leaving on Sunday night to HK,
and she would spend the weekdays working,
and she'd only be free next weekend, and it wouldn't be possible for me to go that weekend because I had to return to Seremban the Monday after.

Then why, mother, WHY would you ask me if I wanted to go!?

Its the equivalent of dangling candy in front of a baby, and when he reaches out for it, you snatch it away and snicker evilly in a corner.
-_-

Still peeved.





Today's yoga lesson was a bit better than before.
The instructor decides to tell us, halfway through the lesson, that "these back exercises are going to make your shoulders sore tomorrow and day after tomorrow"

wow.
Could've told me that when I went on Tuesday.
I thought my body was throwing in the towel or something yesterday.
On the bright side, at least now I know I should anticipate feeling like a sore, sorry wreck tomorrow also.

This lady honestly keeps finding new ways to scare me each lesson.
Today she was all "I think your lower back has started degenerating, that's why you find doing these poses so difficult"

:O

:O

:O


SHE COULD HAVE JUST CALLED ME LAZY OR SOMETHING.

DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARY THAT WORD IS?
DEGENERATING?
DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARY IT IS TO HAVE SOMEONE TELL YOU THEY THINK YOUR SPINE IS DEGENERATING??

ARGH.

I'M NOT EVEN 22 YET FOR GOODNESS' SAKE.

I swear I'm going to make my kids do yoga while they're still in school.
:|

Part of me is wondering if wearing heels could be the leading factor causing my 'weak' back,
but.
sigh.
its not like I'm going to stop wearing heels even if it is.





On another note, my veena finger pick functions excellently well as a makeshift guitar pick.
And my brother has given his permission (not that I needed it) for me to use his guitar whenever.

And my sister-in-law has agreed to go for yoga lessons with Dr Suresh (yay!),
so that's another thing I'm happy about.




My iTunes has currently switched to In Dreams from LOTR.
sigh.
Some movies just have the most wonderful soundtracks. :)

Tempted to download all the LOTR movies again so I can watch them during semester.




Rawrrrr another 1.5 hours before the match against Ajax!
Should I sleep first?
...but what if I don't wake up in time?
Decisions, decisions.





Enrique Iglesias is a sexy beast.



~vid~

Thursday 16 February 2012

The random guitar rant

Gooood morningggg!

...or afternoon
...or evening

depending on where in the world you currently are and/or what time you're reading this.


:D


So.
I've neglected to mention something in the past few posts; I've been wanting to mention it, just kept forgetting..
..we've got new stay-in help!
I'd say a stay-in maid, but maid just seems like such a condescending word.

yeah.
(I've developed an odd obsession with the way certain words look and sound and feel ok don't mind me)

I'm actually really relieved that we've got someone to stay in, because then at least when I'm off at Seremban my mother won't wear herself out trying to keep up with everybody's whims and fancies.
It's ridiculous how she spoils both my brother and sister-in-law.
In which other household does a mother-in-law get up at 6 in the am to make coffee for a daughter-in-law?
(and she works in a bank ok its not like she has to get up and rush to the wards and stand all day or anything)
And we're an Indian household too!
What is this reversal of events!


And, since we're being honest and all, I'm really glad I have much lesser chores to do,
which not only allows me to wake up at 9am everyday (as opposed to 7am),
but also gives me more internet time!
...which explains the sudden influx of blog posts and random tweets and my sudden reappearance on tumblr.
Gosh, I missed that site.
Making the most of it before I have to go back to the hellhole that is Seremban.

Now don't get all offended or anything, you Seremban lot reading this (if you are)
I don't hate Seremban because its Seremban.
I hate it because IMU is in Seremban.
If IMU was in Timbuktu, then I'd hate Timbuktu.
Ok?
ok.


Right.
So.
Finally got around to picking up my brother's guitar today, to attempt to learn how to play it.
I've been wanting to learn to play the guitar since forever;
the last proper attempt I made at learning was in first year when I brought aforesaid guitar to Vista and asked Natasha to teach me.
Needless to say, that plan didn't work very well,
and I didn't touch the guitar again until...well, now.

It's just. I need music ok.
Some form of it.
Or I'd honestly go mad studying for Sem9.
I did go a bit off my rocker in Sem7, and I was craving music.
I don't know how to describe it. If you love music, you'd probably understand.
The need to just get away from everything, to escape and just bury yourself in music.
But blasting a couple of songs doesn't quite cut it.
It's music that you create yourself that really provides the escape.

So yeah.
I mean, its not like I can carry my piano or my veena to Seremban with me.
So...next best option : the guitar!
Because it's portable,
and because I have one lying around my house, and no one's using it.

My brother has had this guitar since his uni days, a.k.a since I was about 9 years old.
And he never plays it.
He doesn't know how.
He knows a couple of random songs,
but he doesn't know the chords/notes for them.

...that's not helpful at all.

It surprised me, really, that he never bothered to learn it properly.

Maybe its just me then.
I don't believe in learning one or two songs when you're trying to learn to play an instrument.

Music is an art.
The least you can do is respect it enough to learn to play an instrument properly.
From the basics.
Learn to read notes. Learn to play all those horribly boring, repetitive scales.

It annoys the hell out of me when people sit down at a piano,
figure out a couple of notes by ear for a song they like,
and then go "oh I can play the piano! I taught myself!"

..bullshit.

Sure, you can 'play by ear'...that just means you've got a better sense of music than most people.

If you haven't sat for hours forcing yourself to perfect the same old arpeggios,
if you haven't sat by your radio and listened obsessively to piano pieces played by professionals so that you can perfect your own playing just that little bit more,
if you haven't pulled your hair out trying to memorize french, italian and german music terms...then no, you haven't learnt how to play the piano.

You may have learnt how to play a song (or a few songs) on the piano,
but you haven't learnt to play the piano.

Learn that difference, please.

If every Tom, Dick and Harry could just sit down and run their fingers over the keyboard and say they can play the piano,
then why did the rest of us spend years and years practising so hard and sitting for all those examinations??

And I absolutely hate it when people just go like "oh? You can play the piano? Teach me!"
Sure.
...if you're willing to sacrifice all those hours to learn it properly.
If you're willing to spend the first few weeks just learning scales and simple songs,
then sure.
I can't teach you shortcuts. I won't.
It would be an insult to my music just to teach you how to play a song without even teaching you something as basic as how to read the notes.


...gah.
ok rant over.
Sorry for that; really random rant.

Right.
So.
My learning the guitar.
I've decided that my friends probably aren't going to teach me scales or chords or whatnot,
so I might as well attempt to learn it on my own.
...online.

hm.

...let's see how that works out then.


If anyone knows of a better website that I can use to teach myself, do let me know.

Spent the whole morning trying to tune the guitar,
NOT easy...like I mentioned, the guitar has just been lying around the house,
and the first three strings seem rather rusty.
And the sound seems off somehow.
I remember asking my brother to restring it back in 2008 (when I tried learning from Natasha),
...but nope.
So anyway,
I've decided I'll learn as much as I can first, (the sound quality doesn't really matter if you're just trying to learn how to position your fingers and learn the scales)
and then, once I'm better at playing it,
I'll get them to restring it properly for me.

I also need a guitar pick.
Currently managing without it...I'll have to look into getting one somehow.
Considering using my veena finger pick for the time being...let's see how that goes.

I've only gotten as far as the scales (or scale...there only seems to be one) today,
...it still sounds like absolute crap.
I think I'll stick to practising that until I get it right,
and then I'll see about moving on to chords.
My fingers are cramped already.

aaaah.


I think its awfully unfair how whenever my brother wants a new instrument,
my parents automatically get it for him,
but when I want to learn something new, its a straight NO.
NO.
Even the veena, I had to beg and beg,
and when they finally agreed to send me for lessons...I stuck to it for a year, and then medschool happened, and it was impossible to continue with classes.
Plus, I couldn't practise because I couldn't carry my veena up and down to Vista and back.
Honestly.
And then my mother goes on about how I wasted so much money buying it and not practising..
...I mean..I took lessons for a year!
That has to count for something!
Its not like you spent so much money buying it for me, only for me to leave it around the house and never touch it!
...like your son does. ugh.
Seriously.
Its not just this guitar,
they've gotten him a tabla set (which he's never even taken out of the bag) AND a keyboard.
A KEYBOARD.
I ASKED THEM FOR A KEYBOARD SO MANY TIMES BUT NO IT WAS TOO EXPENSIVE.
A KEYBOARD IS PORTABLE.
I CAN TAKE IT TO SEREMBAN WITH ME AND PLAY MY MUSIC THERE.
AAAAH.
But no.
Don't buy it for the kid who actually plays music.
Buy it for the one who's going to leave the instrument abandoned in a dusty corner, why don't you.


...maybe I should steal my brother's keyboard.

Its not like he's using it.


...I'll work on this guitar first though.
No harm in learning a new instrument!


Wish me luck, you guys.
What with the yoga giving my cramps everywhere else, and these scales cramping my fingers,
I'm a sore wreck already.



Plus, if I do learn the guitar properly,
that's one other thing I can cross off my bucket list. :D




~vid~