Strum, Strum, Strum.

it has probably been almost 5 years since i last picked it up. i kinda forgot i had it really. somehow it just faded into the back of my memory that i owned a Gibson, Les Paul. i remember a time when all my waking hours were consumed by it. i would spend time playing on it by myself. when it was too late to crank up the volume, i would play it with headphones on. either that or i would play with it without it being plugged in. during commercial breaks while watching telly, i would practice a particular lick to a song that i had choose to learn back then. if i wasn't playing with the Les Paul, i would be playing on the acoustic Fenders i also had. i would play before i slept, when i woke up, with my friends or carry it all over the bloody place. it was part of me, part of who i am. it was a skill to be proud of. i remembered that when i came to Perth, i made sure that i hand carried it with me into the plane. i was not going to leave it to chance with the baggage handlers. if by a stroke of bad luck it got damage on the conveyor-bag-belt i probably would have kill all the baggage handlers. if it was, God forbid, stolen, i would have done the postman-gone-nuts mad rampage, kill everyone with a spray of bullets with my machine gun then kill myself scenario. the Ax was that important to me.

now i am at a brand new place with my baby. i found both my Ax's stashed up in their cases while i was moving house. it was so strange. i just loaded them into the truck and when i arrived at the new place, i tucked them nice and safe in the store room and there they both lay.

today, i went with my baby to the music store to get 2 sets of strings, one for each Ax. restrung them and had a go. wow. been awhile, been a long long time. somehow they both slipped into an area of my life where i no longer cared for them. strange. its time for me to get reacquainted with them. play fingers play.

Shed a tear cause I'm missin' you, still alright to smile. Girl I think about you everyday now.

Weed, Weed, Weed.

gardening. its a well documented hobby of mine. i have always had a green thumb. i grew up on a farm when i was a child. it was a fruit farm that my granny left us. we had more land and more plants than anyone cared to remember. there were huge trees, bushes, shrubs and stand alone plants in pots. its hard not to take a liking if it surrounds you. my mom tended to her bougainvilleas, orchids, ixoras and other flowering specimens, and i raked the leaves into a heap before i burnt them or turn them into a compost heap. that was exactly 20 years ago. now there is a freeway going thru where my nanna's old farm stood.

now i work on a much smaller scale with my baby. she weeds the back garden in our place with me when we have spare time. gardening for me goes way past the intrinsic aesthetics for me. sure, i love to see that our labour of love bloom and bear fruit. but it also gives me a chance to get dirty and use my hands. too many times we all forget what it means to use our hands and get them dirty. it is the whole attitude. i just like the humility in the whole process. no job is ever too hard and too dirty. its a start. there will always be weeds to pull, pest to kill, pruning of strays and cutting back. at the end of the day, the garden is beautiful because we made it so. it is thriving because we both choose to get down and get dirty. try it, get a nice lil potted color to start off. you might take an affinity to greenery and soil.

All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey.

Yum, Yum, Yum.

it's always the little things that you do that is important to me. you need never ask if it ever pleases me. you know it does. i love it when you take time to think about wanting to cater to my wants and needs. making sure that i am free of want from food and water, and most importantly the need for your kisses and attention.

do you know that i love you with all my heart? you never have to second guess how important you are to me. i make it implicitly clear for you by never telling you but showing it to you instead. is it so hard for you to see that i love you because you make me laugh so hard without you trying to be funny. what more can i ask for when i have a car buddy, an Xbox gaming buddy, a gardening and weeding mate, a personal lingerie model, a fish chef and all conquering sexy lover? there is no better way to get woken by mid afternoon, then by the sweet smell of bacon and shroom eggies waiting for you.

not sure how much i miss you when you aren’t around, snuggle up close to me and i'll show you. ;)

Everytime I hold you close, all my dreams become real.

Cough, Cough, Cough.

it's been awhile since i last posted. change of environment does that for me. phone cables died because of a rat plague. ISP going on the blink cause they can't detect a phone line cause of that. hey things could be worse.

met up with a new friend. hung out and caught up with the new one. did the boy thing, sat around, watched porn, listened to mp3s and played on the Xbox. it's not like both of us arnt already glued to the Xbox 24/7 but hey. it's all good.

added a new spider to our ever growing beastiary. we do have heaps of spiders to our name, so what is another furry one to Noah's Ark? the more the merrier.

But I'll have my way, In my own time I'll have my say, My star will shine.