Just the weekend that passed.

And its monday all over again.

I had a break from work and my first time into a studio for jamming last Saturday. It was great but I had to lug my guitar around for the whole afternoon after that and it sucked. Initially, it was fine but you know how the weight gets down after a bit of walking. Seriously, it was no joke lugging that guitar around. But damn, it was all worth it.

I had an awesome time myself with my friends in the studio. You know how its like when you cant exactly blast your amp late into the night cause you might wake the nieghbours? Well, in the jamming studio, it feels great to be able to do just that, all the distortion and drums and all that. With no restrictions. And I was just standing in front of the amp I was using :)

"I Finally Get To Rock"

And we hung out the whole afternoon after lunch. Looking at everything ranging from books to guitars. I got around to looking at some guitars and it kinda made me feel like I should go get another for myself. My current guitar is black and shaped like a Gibson Les Paul but doesnt have that "Vintage" look. Not that I dont like the one I have now but there was one that I saw which looked so.. pretty. If thats the way to describe a guitar.. haha. But Im more likely to save up for a larger amplifier now. The one that I have currently feels a little small. And maybe just when some sales come along.

When walking around became so tiresome, I remembered saying I felt like throwing my beloved guitar down the floors of the shopping centre. Oh well. But taking a rest wouldnt hurt. Even when we could find no other place other than the POSB bank, with us running the risk of being suspicious characters lurking around in the bank with huge guitar bags that could very well contain bombs. haha. But when you have been carrying guitars around for the whole afternoon which suddenly felt like sacks of rice on your shoulders, even seats at a remote bank with the Security Officer-in-Charge staring at you look so tempting for a little rest and chat. We could all risk it at that moment.

So there goes. My Saturday was filled with incredible tales of my first jamming session and that experience of carrying my guitar around for 9 hours on end. And I was so tired by the time I got home. My world just felt so distorted around me as I fell into a deep slumber, right next to my guitar sitting by the bed.

Guess it's really my beloved after all.