happy new year blog, this is the new age M

happy new year blog.

i could start by blabbing about all of the exciting events i went to in december. the album launches, the kara, the... the list is endless. and unfullfilling. no it doesn't sound like my life is complete. they dont complete it. on the contrary, it seems like, the more the events the emptier the life. the emptier the life. the emptier the life. the emptier the person. yes i'm repeating myself. thats the point. it sounds so beautiful it just might be true.

if only i knew. the emptier the life.

or i could start by talking about the song i'm currently listening to ("wish you were here" by incubus). but it's just a song i'm listening to right now. yes, i go on a high when listening to favorite songs but...

see, the truth is, i'm always wondering about what to blog and how to blog. the best pieces of writing come when we write about what we 'feel' strongly about. when we write exactly what comes to our head without having to think about it. wow. that last bit definitly did come to my head without my having to think about it.

right, when in the bathroom, meeting someone, after reading a book, i think about how i would blog it. is blogging that important to me? i dont know. is venting out and writing it all out that important? yes. i've always done that. maintained a diary since.... i dont know, i was 10. so it comes naturally. maybe the fact that i know it's being read is what stops me from being really and truly "me" all of the time. word, phrases... constantly run through my head at all times. my sister makes fun of me at times because of a childhood habbit i've carried to almost-adulthood: absent-mindedly writing with my index finger in the air. words and phrases. sometimes i'd experiment with font-style. in air and on paper.

i wish you were...
i wish you were here...
i wish you were here... hey heyy... wish you were here.

commune artiste colony
blogger meet
deja vu
lunch
Omer Alvi
incubus
jeans
fat thighs
go home
taxi cab
rickshaws are safer.
cold weather and cool wind. rickshaw ride. go home. wonderful.

happy birthday blog.
no. i'm sorry. happy new year.
it's 2007 blog. too-frikkin-thou-sand-say-one.  too-thou-sand!... sewan.

what do u plan to do madeeha?
yes, madeeha is your name madeeha. not vintage. not vin. not penny lane as one of your closest music-critic-friends is prone to calling you. 

why did i just describe him a music-critic friend? do i want people to know he's a music-critic or do i see him that way? how do u see him madeeha?

he's Grown Up (music-critic-friend's chosen online name) to me. it's as simple as that. no other way to describe it.

i have Rolling Stone's 1000th issue...lalalala! it has EVERYTHING!
but does it matter? of course it does madeeha! music is your life, you're an entertainment journalist. yes, it means something to you!

but i also feel for non-entertainment issues too.
like what?
saddam husseins death sentence. it was wrong. so terribly wrong. and unfair.
and how much do you know about it? really know?
not much. i dont know much about the history. of what came from where.
you're a music-journo/critic. stick to what you know.

...but there is more to me then that.
a hell lot more.