Many asked regarding the "vintage shattered" post. Why does everyone asked when i posted up sad entry. Guessed people more concern when something not good happened ?
Well, i was back from a clubbing nite with Bin, Ben and Jessie. Was so damn tired looking after the drunkards..hahaha..
I guessed alot misunderstood. I didn't broke the guitar my own...
When i reached my room door and pushed, something was blocking from behind the door. And turned out, my acoustic guitar was broken blocking the door from opening. I felt damn blank when i saw it. But was too tired to think of anything. But i think im pissed off first. Felt like knocking on everyone's room door to ask who broke my guitar or who went in my room before, but it was 5am in the morning...
Someone must have went in my room, accidentally knock down it, or ter-kick it, else it won't fall. If it will, it will had 9 years ago.
I then went mandi..then i was sad. That was my first ever guitar. The guitar that bleed my fingers. Everything starts off after that...
The next morning woke up. I asked everyone, and as expected, no one admitted done anything. Maybe it did broke and fell off on its own ? i wasn't angry though.
I still have an electric guitar. 2 actually. Plan to sell off one very soon. Later the noon, i told myself, " the guitar broke oledi, dunwan care who did it or who to blame. Goodbye, thanks for inspiring me"
Maybe if that is my only guitar, i know i will make a fuss over it. heheh..
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