30-6-06
30-6-06possibly the worst day, of my life.
i went off so ready to sweelee to claim my electric guitar.
i decided on the black one, but only silver left.
there's a dent. and marty friedman's autograph looked like some kids just scribbled on it.
and lastly, there's no whammy bar. how do you expect to play.
i left empty handed. disappointed.
had lunch at carl's jr. the land of giants. with a bunch of clowns, i mean classmates.
don't ever mark that event as a celebration for amanda's birthday. it's so unprepared.
i gluttoned my way and have to abandon them early for cell group.
sped home from city hall to sembawang. grasp my guitar, dashed like nuts to the taxi, and headed to bukit batok for cell group. the cab fare is crazy. travelling the entire singapore just to encounter God has been my life. sembawang is the extreme north. cell group and prayer meetings at the extreme west. church at extreme east.
it's tough for cell group members to experience bad music in praise and worship.
i do suck at classical i know, i'm a metalhead.
but it's time to appreciate me. i beg you. if you think my skills don't deserve it, at least my countless time and efforts do.
it's not exactly enjoyable to go for guitar lessons every sunday.
it's not easy to juggle with tell-you-the-songs-to-play-just-a-day-before-cell-group stuff and exams. everyone needs enough practice, especially rookies.
exams ate up half of my day, and i'm willing to chiong guitar for the other half of the day, but please, give me this chance to know what songs can i sacrifice like a madman on. otherwise i'll practise songs that you might not use.
then power.
reach home. mum says die earlier better. extremely serious.
it's easy to utter these words.
they're vibration in the air to you, but they're daggars to me.
unbelievable. after that testimony, this happens.
i'm like a dartboard.
and the darts are all in its bull's eye.
i'll be fine.
posted by ZaiQian @ 11:14:00 PM
