If I have time that I used to have, I would surely pick up guitar again.
It's kinda contradictory, you know. Or maybe it's just women.
Or maybe it's just me.
Every time I have this urge to "guitar" again, I would be determined (ok, for maybe 5 mins).
The intensity of my determination is great. But it doesn't last.
Now I wonder, if I can rewind time and go back to my primary school days.
Instead of moving house (well, I moved like almost 10 times until now), or staring at the black old dusty tv, or playing catching along the corridor & climbing pipes with my neighbours, maybe I'd learn to play guitar... provided that someone actually introduced me to guitar.
Or perhaps, i'll be crying for my mama, when I see the guitar, cuz it looks like a big crocodile.
I dunno. Some times, when I look at the guitar, I just find it a resemblance to crocodile.
Don't you think so?
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