Twenty seconds of insane courage.

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11:37 pm • 28 May 2012 • 7 notes

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Today I lost control of my anger like I never had

It felt fucking amazing and I don’t regret it.

9:07 pm • 26 May 2012

Saying goodbye,

Just had my last drum lesson today.

Is remember just two week ago, I simply couldn’t wait to have my last lesson. When lesson takes up my sleeping and/or studying for zillion tests coming up time, going for drum lesson is a strain to my already tight schedule, tired body and fried brain. It does take me 45 min to travel for a 30 min lesson and another 45 min for me to travel home. Highly uneconomical, don’t you think? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I do enjoy playing the drums very much. Tremendously so in fact. But it’s hard to look forward to lessons when you know you’re just going to disappoint your teacher and yourself. So don’t disappoint, put in more effort! I would love to, really. But this year, between napping and practicing, I don’t think I’ve been able to choose drumming over napping once. And when I’m tired, that translates to damn terrible motor reflexes. So even if my mind told me to, I’d find it incredibly difficult to coordinate my limbs (all four!) at the right speed (I already have serious counting issues).

Nonetheless, I wish I didn’t have to quit, even if this is just temporarily. For this entire journey of exactly one year and six months (exactly!), drum lessons have (almost) always been akin to the light at the end of a seemingly interminable tunnel— the school week being the tunnel. To make the analogy sound even more apt, drum lessons were always on Fridays after school (damn brilliant). And I had Esther (the love and joy of my life! HAHAH yeah Esther you wish)! Drums+good food(our after lesson tradition)+great company. What more could you ask for on Friday? Okay then Esther quit before me. Even then, drum life was great. I had a teacher who was encouraging, dad-like and whom I’m going to miss seeing every week pretty darn much )’:

Today as I walked out of class for the last time for a while, I’m so incredibly glad I picked up playing. I’ve since grown a little more confident, happier and above all, I know what it’s like to want to learn something so much again.

I’ll see you again.

9:40 pm • 25 May 2012