Plans.

Nope, not that Death Cab album. But hey, it's a great album. And a fantastic band.

Plans.
I guess I'm 28 days too late for resolutions.

But hey, it seems like resolution-making lost all it's appeal thanks to Twitter. Our attention span (and thoughts) has been capped off at 140 characters (inclusive of spaces and uh... punctuations, darn).
Oh and Tumblr, too. But let's not venture into uncharted waters. I'm very comfortable at where I stand techgeekologically, and am very resistant to change in the world wide web.
This is why I often resort to filling up all 140 characters with "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" or "GRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH".
It's not my fault, I swear. It's a chore, especially when I try to cram my thoughts into a paragraph. And I LIKE punctuation. And if you know me well enough, my thoughts are never organised and often illogical.


My violin teacher can vouch for that.

" Think logically!" he hollered.

"Wha.....?"

And I took that darned wooden stick and brought it across the strings. The triple stops howled, and died a painful death.

That wooden stick cost me 200 bucks.


My new guitar cost me five hundred bucks.

I haven't played it for three weeks until yesterday.

See, it's like driving a sports car- you will never ever want to drive a Toyota if you own a Maserati.

It made the rest of my guitars sound like firewood.



I bet you're starting to get the "my thoughts are never organised" part by now...


Where was I?
Oh, right.


Plans.

Let's take a look at my current situation first, shall we?

1. I'm employed. I hold a diploma which does no good to my job, whatsoever.
2. I spend more on music than anything else. (Think CDs, instruments, accessories, books, lessons, exams.)
3. I'm ballooning in my office chair every minute from 8am to 5pm. Every. Single. (Week)Day.

And now, the future...

1. I will not be rich. That's for sure. You can't earn much in this field, not even if you're a professional solo artiste. I bet my entire collection of coloured socks Lady Gaga is earning more than Yo Yo Ma since the start of 2010.( Please don't correct me if I'm wrong. I'm lost in reverie, and I can't bear to part with my socks. They mean so much to me. Just leave me be and let my brain self-detonate.)
2. Music education.
3. My son will be known as 'Helicopter'. Maybe it'll be his middle name or something, but I have this strange feeling he'll want to kill me even before he's conceived if I ever have the guts to put that down in his birth certificate.
   
4. I will never call my daughter 'Helicopter'.
   
5. If I don't get married, my cat will be called 'Helicopter'.

What I wish for my short-attention span (SAS) self to accomplish in the near future:

1. Arrange a piece of music to be played with all the instruments I own (and I can borrow... I hope I can get my hands on a dhol).
   
2. Finish watching Bleach. Maybe I'll get to explaining my newly-acquired taste for anime/manga in the next post. That really depends on SAS.
3. Save enough money.
   

What I plan to be, really, is to:

1. Become a great music teacher. Not like my first crappy teacher who taught me how to hold the violin and increased the fees quarterly just because. All you money-sucking 'teachers' out there- STOP. You're destroying my kids.
2. Marry a christian man. Stop laughing. I know I go to church once a month. Or less than that. And I don't spend a lot of quality time with God. I secretly think He'll send me straight to Hell. I'm sorry. :( Can I blame it on SAS?
   

Alternatively, I would love to tour Europe and meet some random, gorgeous stranger on a train. He is witty, funny, able to sustain an interesting conversation on religion, love, and all things too heavy for casual banter without making it sound like some lecture on philosophy. Oh and we kiss under the stars and make love. And separate the next day, promising to meet 6 months later without exchanging numbers or twitter accounts. Oh, and he plays some music too (my own input here).

Hopefully, he looks like this:

And I shall go on:

1. See above.
   
2. See above.
   
3. Get back to writing. I know I suck now, I haven't written anything for more than a year. Cut me some slack already! And I'll try my best to become more reader-friendly.

Yes, I've been doing a lot of thinking for the past few months.
Doubts, fear and bitterness crowding my mind. Waging internal battles with myself.
I've been doing quite a fair bit of planning here and there, but as of now, nothing seemed to suffice, except that I know (finally) what I want to be at the end of the day.

What else is there to do?

Gotta have a lot of faith, like George Michael does.

I don't know what the heck happened.

And so I was idling away on facebook...
UNTIL I SAW THIS.
My gosh. WHY AM I SO FAT NOW?
I look like a tub of lard compared to a year ago.

brb, am going to smash my head into wall repeatedly.

Sigh, I miss the times...