For the Love of it, Nothing Less…
Wow… What happened?
I am making some changes around here. In time I will probably tidy up the design of this blog, but the main change will be me. Leave The Office initially came about because of my desire to literally leave my office life behind. Anyone who has followed this blog at any time may already know that from the original idea my writing developed into a kind of personal growth account.
Well I think any personal writing counts as personal growth, unless one always says the same thing all the time and I feel that in trying to keep things "inspiring" or "profound" I am indeed finding myself with less to say because I feel like I need to come up with better words on any given day and sometimes even find myself writing something, which I have, in a round-about way said before and then I end up not posting anything for a few weeks, so…
I’m going to write what I like, when I like from now on. This is a personal blog, which I will contribute to when I feel I have something worth reading, to write. No more worrying about how many people are visiting to read or if my rankings are slipping or not. No more wondering if my traffic has increased from last month. I still believe I can provide some inspiration to certain people by just putting down my own thoughts and insights and I do know that I will have success stories to tell along the way, which will inspire. If I didn’t believe that then it would be a pretty meaningless existence wouldn’t you say?
So I guess my intention is to lay off the worry of not having posted for a few weeks and just enjoy what I do, when I do it. I started about four other blogs after this one and I just haven’t been able to keep them all going. One is enough! Websites are ok, but several blogs is a different story.
I just hope I’m doing the right thing….. I am aren’t I?… Yes I do believe I am. I’ll be focusing my attention on my music production and my website PowerBook Studio… It’s about time.
Now, off to play my guitar.

So now the blog becomes a little bit more of a personal travelog, except I’m not doing much travelling. I’m mostly relaxing, although my fitness regime always kicks in while I’m here, so arun on the beach before sunset followed by a healthy Thai dinner will see me right. For now I can smile in the knowledge that part of my dream is a reality; being here and soaking up the atmosphere. I’m sure it’s not everyone’s cup of tea here, seeing as it is very quiet indeed. If you like nightlife then this isn’t the place, but it suits me down to the ground.
The Asian Tsunami. On December 26th 2004 I went scuba diving in the Andaman Sea, Thailand in open water, but close to a beautiful, large rock that towered out of the water. It was the first time I had ever been in the sea with diving gear. It was day 2 of my PADI diving course and I was a little nervous because to be honest I don’t really feel that comfortable under the water. I descended with a friend and the instructor to the sea bed, which was 5 metres down and headed to an anchored rope on the bottom and were instructed to wait there and check we were all OK. Holding onto the rope, we noticed the sand starting to kick up off the bottom and the water became very cloudy, quite quickly. I didn’t realize it at the time but there was a strong current of some kind and my mask filled with water, so I let go of the rope to empty my mask. I then started drifting away from the others, who were still holding the rope. I thought nothing of it. I decided to remain calm as I had read in my course book and then through the murky water I noticed the look on my instructors face. Something was not right. The instructor and my friend both stretched out to grab me and managed to grip me literally by the fingers to pull me back to the rope. All this happened in a few seconds, but of course the experience that followed went on for some time after. What we had experienced was the tsunami. I try not to analyze it too much these days, but when I think about it I am reminded of how lucky I am to be alive today to which I am truly grateful. It also was the cause of me knowing a wonderful woman today.
The day I suddenly started to write music. I had been playing the guitar for nearly 10 years. In fact that was 10 years ago. Wow it doesn’t seem that long! I was always good at coming up with lead guitar parts in a band situation, but was never able to write songs for some reason. One day when I was playing the guitar at home I came out with a song. Just like that. It took as long to write as it took to play, literally. I then found in the days that followed many songs flowing out of me. However apart from the first song there were no lyrics, just music, but in the 10 years that followed I have written so many songs and pieces of music and it’s still coming. Interestingly quite recently I made an affirmation about being able to write truly great and inspiring lyrics because I still had trouble writing words to music. It seems now that the words are starting to come naturally too. My dream now is to release my own solo album and I don’t care whether it sells a lot of copies or not!
preceding chapters of my life. When I went to Thailand in 2004, which you can read all about in my
insured to drive it. On 3 separate occations somebody was due to collect it and they never turned up at my house. One of these occasions they even called me to ask if they could come and collect the car "within the hour sir" and they never showed. I had to call the company 3 times to remind them that the car was still in my posession and that I was getting really frustrated seeing as I couldn’t drive it. I just wanted it gone! All it was doing was reminding me that I couldn’t drive this lovely car, which just annoyed the heck out of me! Every representative of the car company that I spoke to was shocked that I still had the car on my drive. "That’s unbelievable. This has never happened before".