Black Light

I was trying to write something good. But, I give up. I feel so tired. Well, don’t compare it. I just need more rest, some good sleep, some pizza and coke. Yeah, I’ve been busy with college. As you might know from my previous posts, I go to Tokyo School of Music now. Almost everyday, 9 A.M. to 7 P.M. super busy? Not really… But, I guess it’s tiring. Especially, when I sleep around 1 or 2 A.M. but, hey, I like it. It’s my dream to live in this (music) world.

So, yesterday, I was so tired and I installed a new pickup on my guitar. Soldering, this and that… Unscrew, screw, springs flying across the room… It’s my first time changing my own guitar pickup. Then, I have to study these notes but, I’m so tired, I decided to sleep. It’s 1 A.M. already. So, yeah, I sleep. And I worry a lot. I said it and I’ll say it again. I’m bad at reading notes, I can’t and I’m trying to learn. Everyone in my class is ok with it so, I need to catch up. Know how I feel now? Hahaha… ドキドキ! I feel terrible. There’s a 2 hours break before this reading class starts. And I went home to take a nap because I was really tired. My knees buckled when I tried to pick my guitar up. I was worried, I was nervous, I was tired. I should have put more faith to God and myself. But, this is me, insecure, nervous, anxious. Damn. God is so good. Sensei told us that we won’t be reading notes today, we’ll play some rhythm. Hohoho!

After class, I went home.

I took a cold shower. My first in a million years. Then I went to my room, sent some e-mails. There’s this Seymour Duncan pickup I buy from a store in Shibuya via Amazon and they sent me a damaged one. I returned it and they said they’ve checked. Said the damage is only on the packaging, the pickup is safe. They sent it back to me. However, I opened it and some paints’re peeling off. WTF, right? Now, I gotta send it back to them AGAIN. What a pain in the ass…


This week has been really busy. I miss how you brighten my nights like heavy glow picks. LOL! I really do miss you, a lot.

We used to chat until morning. Now, seems like we’re both busy. We live in the same world but, why does it seems like we’re busy with our own world…?

Sometimes I wish I could have more time in a day. Or be somewhere for just an hour… To give you a hug or… Just being able to see you is good enough.

All I can do for now is listen to these cheesy love songs…


I’m listening to Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Oh, I’m playing “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey with the band this Thursday.


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