I emerge like a tree from a dirty seed;

I am probably late to the party and I know that I am using the term 'probably' rather loosely. I just discovered this phenomenon called Bruno Mars. I don't care for music much. I hate how playing music in the car seems like a normal thing t o do or how it sneaks in from my neighbor's house some mornings. The rare times I do enjoy music are when the lyrics resonate with me or when the voice shares more than technique. Old Hymns move me and that has to do with the words and not music. I love 'Les Miserables' for its content.The exceptions are Bob Marley and Michael Jackson -not regular though. There is something haunting in their voice that reveals their inner persona. After listening to 'Grenade' I added one more to the list : Bruno Mars! Intense!

I had a minor surgery to remove a sebaceous cyst this thursday. By some strange coincidence, I also had a very rough week at work. After my holidays, this cyst had been bothering me a lot that I couldn't focus well at work and my work didn't take it too kindly either. Wednesday I had to work through the night and I went straightaway to the hospital on thursday for the surgery. My cyst was deep and the local anaesthesia didn't work well for me. To add to all this drama, the little cyst had a mind of it's own and broke within. This had to be scratched out so that nothing is left behind. It wasn't a pleasant feeling to be cut and poked/scratched inside. The poor surgeon had to bear me whimpering like a child. Today was my first bandage dressing after the surgery and I found myself complaining a lot. Then, noticed something Genesis 39 19 When his master heard the story his wife told him, saying, "This is how your slave treated me," he burned with anger....