Do you know what you get when u cross a 3yr old with a pot of boiling water?

ME.

Some of my friends know this but others don't. See the story is, I was at a friend of the family’s house with my relatives. And they live across the road from a train line and when I was a kid I loved trains (my dad is a huge train buff) So just as we heard a train coming, (From what I know) my cousin grabbed my by the arm and pulled me along to see the train. Right at that time, a family friend was moving a pot of boiling water to make some tea or coffee (maybe another reason I don't like hot drinks)And then my cousin bumped into him and the water went over me.

All I can remember is being in a bath with ice, and then being at the hospital with my grandpa spilling strawberry Big M on me (it’s a milk drink for the non Australians).That’s it from the experience. From what my parents tell me I had 1st degree burns on my face and somewhere between 1st-2nd degree burns on my chest. Unfortunately they didn't take pictures, I would of like to seen what I actually looked like (is that morbid?)

Anyways from this I have found that I have a 'Sensitivity' to heat. I hate things that are hot; I feel them more than the 'normal' person. So from this most hot drinks are out (I may have a hot chocolate now and then, after it has cooled down) But tea and coffee pfft that’s for someone else.

I also can't stay in spa/hot tubs for too long. And don't even venture into saunas/steam rooms. And I've also fainted in the heat before (while playing a brass instrument at that) Yeah life is embarrassing.

But the one lasting mark this left on me, I still have the scar on my chest. It's kind of in the shape of a 7, but it’s also kind of weird. I'm pretty self conscious about it, so not many people have seen it. Scars are cool but sometimes their not for everyone.

The reason I bring this up is more of a back story for a blog that I half wrote then realised I had never explained about my sensitivity.

Anyways so does anyone have any scar or disaster stories from their child hood?

¶ 7:09 PM //  

So I've already talked about how I'm a big fan of Funk-y Music

I've always have been a fan of the bass and the beat. Love listening to music that has a sweet bassline (hence Jamiroquai, specially the old stuff and old blues/jazz)

And to the opposite, lyrics and melody pretty much go in one ear and out there other. If I'm playing it I can pretty much copy, but remembering like an hour later, HA.

See I'm one of those people in Christian Worship circles, my friends kinda don't like.

I don't listen to the lyrics...

Freak, I have no idea half the time what I'm singing about. Now I know of one friend at least who would be smacking me over the head for that comment but do you know what? It doesn't mean I'm not worshiping God.

Don't get me wrong, I stop and read the words and see what that mean, but I do that after, when we're singing, I'm all about the what’s going on around me, what I feel rather than what I'm singing.

And even with secular music, I'm king of the La-La-s or random noises to make I sound like I know the words. Pfft, I have no chance.

But do I not appreciate the music because of that? Heck no. Some of my most enjoyable times are just soaking up the sound, the beat, and the harmonies. I love just playing music and letting it engulf the room I'm in. (wish my piano at home sounded better)

Does that sound too whacked out? Or are their lyrically challenged people out there just like me? Or does someone want to harp on me that I have no idea what I'm singing about?

Thoughts???

¶ 6:24 PM //  

So life’s been busy, and again it was something really harsh that happened to me, to stop me from the business and to slow down. And hence why I actually got back to blogging..


For those who know me there is only ever one thing that really gets me down.

My back.

For probably going on nearly 10 years I've had back problems. Many reasons being family traits, bad posture, laziness, all these add to me having bouts of not being able to move for a week every couple of months.

And it’s for that next week that my family (and gfs of the past) get the brunt of my complaining. I seriously feel like an invalid, groaning all the time. Eugh. And with the added pain comes my depressive state. I'm not normally an overly sad person, I'm pretty up most of the time. Cept when I hurt my back. Everything is doubled and I become ultra pessimistic.

It's at these time I really do thank the people around me who love me.

So I guess I'm saying I need prayers to keep my mind up and for health of course. Seriously my back is so out I lean to the left :( And also prayers that when it gets reasonably well that I will start exercising and stretching more. And if anyone out there want to keep me accountable, that be great haha..


So is this the reason I haven't been blogging??

Nah more just mental darkness and lack of motivation.


Is that changing?

I hope so.

¶ 5:56 AM //