I feel so alive whenever I'm playing the drums until Miss Jama starts giving her very usual and constructive criticism about the way I played. Every single time it happens, my mama's face pops out. Because I remembered my mum telling me how she wasn't supportive of me pursuing music in the near future and demoralized me rock bottom of bikini bottom, making me feel like an outcast.
Like how she told me how I wasn't lyrically talented because I don't have a good heart to start off with when all I wanted to do is to play drums. And asked me to be a lawyer instead because, what, I am argumentative and have a really foul mouth? Its impossible to have earn big bucks in the music industry because of the fact that we're Singaporeans?
And then she made me sound like a bad ass kid whenever I talk about "my future" when I don't do drugs, or smoke, or have sex, or look up dirty crap on the net, or drink alcohol, or wanting to have tattoos, or slit myself. I don't even have a fucking piercing to start my bad ass life with. Not even at my ears.
When Miss Jama, or worst still, Mr Lim, starts critiquing me like how I couldn't even get myself to follow the ever so precise damn metronome, I think of all of that. That whole paragraph that my mum concludes. With little relation but still. Sigh.
But band practice was awesome either way. Reshi and Mazlin came. Had a lot of fun with Kenneth and Danish as well. And struggled with the songs for a long while before I had to leave the school early and skip fall in.
Vivian came over when I got home and she immediately asked me for the phone. And then fought with Thadar. I'm a sucker for "lending my friends the shoulder", "heart to heart talks" and shit like that. Because I can only find solace in food. LOL. ~Self-explanatory~ So all I did was to keep patting her on the back and head and asked her whether she's okay. Not. I wish Yunqian didn't had to go to Malaysia! Because it could really loosen up the tension and the awkwardness in the study room by shouting "Fuck you!!!!!!!" at Thadar in the background. Haha. In the end... They broke up.
Just joking! LOL.
In the end!!!! After ending up watching New Moon again with Viv so that I will be spared by her squealings, and dissing some fag's music videos called Justin Bieber, they made up and Thadar came over. The two fucked up lovebirds came over again today in the afternoon. And all we did was watch videos and played cards. Lulz.
Anyway, a very happy birthday to Heri Kustanto, my best, best mate! I love you mate!!!!
And happy birthday to Chang Mindy too! The first person in the world who first introduced and exposed me to the mallets even though you're very happy with the french horn now. *Wobbly fats hi-5*
Ending the post with a couple pictures of...
Us picking our nose because Justin Bieber is the new fuck.
And a fucked up photo of myself. One of my eye was bloodshot red and I used some "red eye removal" application on a photo editing program online and it worked. Kinda. Lol.
