Guit(ired)

(Like a little kid, here's me clutching "Stevie". Hehehehe.)

Last Saturday was a new low for me. Didn't see it coming. After waking up with hang-over and a slight case of over-smoking (if there's such a thing), I felt a little depressed. The TV show I was watching triggered it, and for the most part of the afternoon, I was crying. Didn't like that it happened but it did.

"Must be (place where we've been to), just don't stay there too long," Ruth advised after a told her about what had happened.

Maybe. I realised that I was still looking for him. Don't know why exactly, but I was. And it's sad.

Then I realised, I better find something better to do when something like that occurs again. I can't surrender to it again. It must stop.

And so, yesterday, I went to the mall and bought myself a guitar.

I've always wanted to play the guitar and I thought this would be a good time. I went to this music store and scouted some guitars.

Swear, I was totally clueless. Plucked some guitars here and there. A fancy, blue-green guitar caught my attention. Strucked the first few treble strings and liked how they resounded in the sound hole (see, I've new terms! ehehhehe). So I picked it up. I was super ignorant, I was near asking the salesman: "Do you have a new stock?" Ano 'yun damit? Hehehehe.

Along with the new guitar, which I christened "Stevie" (after Stevie Wonder, because of the song "Overjoyed" which I like), I bought two instructional manuals and a songbook. Went home and attempted to comprehend the instructions. Man, I didn't go beyond "How to Hold Your Guitar Properly" and "Strumming" ehehehehhe. Attempted to play Madonna's "Crazy For You" (on E-A-B) but failed miserably.

But that's kind of expected. I just need patience I think, which is ironic because my friends think I'm the opposite. Hopefully, after a couple of months, I'd finally learn to play the guitar, hopefully shorter than my recovery period.