I was at one point of my life when music was introduced to me, not knowing what I got myself into. I plunged in without building myself a good solid foundation. Then I found myself writing lyrics, strumming limited chords, humming melody it felt as if I’ve done that all along, it felt easy I felt great.

Then I found myself stuck in an episode over and over again, as if I was drained, I’ve used up what I had in me and that it wasn’t talent I possessed. Like a beginners’ luck that eventually ran out of gas and you can’t fool anybody anymore. Hatemails always seemed more than the loves which made things worst. I thought if I’ve done it the wrong way than I should make it right. Maybe I should use BIG words in my lyrics, maybe I should do this and that (of what everybody else is telling us what we need to do). It felt difficult I felt useless.

Today, I’m proven I have nothing to worry about, no wrong no right. The acknowledgement in return made me feel bigger than big. I should be proud, not obnoxious proud, just proud of what I’ve produced. Somehow, I’ve been doing something right.

I sound like I’m really holy and lala, I need sympathy to all these but in actual fact…

I’m no angel. I’m really straight forward, many a times nasty and a bully and I could bitchslap and curse whoever tries to be funny with me (as I type all these, devil horns are growing) I could stick my hand into their chest, pull out their vessels and paint the streets red with their blood, pull their ears and scream “DON’T FUCK WITH ME” before biting their ears off and Spit It Out!

Woooo!