Redressing Grievances
Part 1
i can't get my tag box to work. argh.
Part 2
i resolve never to talk to eric anymore. because he is a damn pussy. in every sense of the word. and i'm not going to apologise for calling him that because that's what he is, plain and simple. i'm only sorry that everyone has to see me use the word. anyway. he is a pathetic excuse for a male specimen, and even less, a human being. a pathetic male specimen who only knows about running away from his problems, and leaving them to run after him. i hope he learns something about being a man soon, since he's lived his entire life being anything but, because that's what the army claims to do--and if it doesn't, then we've spent 30 years making a damn big mistake. and i hope he knows that he may get tired from running, but his problems definitely won't. and then we shall all learn what the word 'pussy' really means.
Part 3
i am sick and tired of training under renliang. as much as i appreciate the opportunity to specialise in drums, his...attitude...annoys me. it seems that regardless of whether there are 2 or 3 of us training, his attention is always concentrated at the person on my right. that's because she's always positioned to stand on my right. and i can practically fade into oblivion without him even noticing a thing. except for perhaps what he reiterates is bad playing. yes, he picks on me non-stop, to absolutely no end. i am either playing 'too slow' or 'too fast', and, she, on the right-hand side, always has perfect timing. even when she admits herself that she was out of time. i am still the one whom he claims is out of time. can you see where this is heading? i certainly can't. but i'm sure he can see that she's the picture of perfection. makes me wonder if i've wasted the first 4 months specialising for crap since after all that time i can't match up to someone who started said much time later. it's always 'beni, your timing is wrong, follow hers...beni you're too slow, follow hers...beni you're too fast, slow down, like her...' hell yeah, my playing is all wrong and all bad, so maybe i should just put away my drum sticks and find another vocation, huh? i'm sure that's top on his mind man.
well he notices every single detail about her playing, and he's always at hand to correct any imperfection she has while i can be doing shit and he'll only realise when he sees the disuniformity between out actions. following which he will point out that i was wrong and make me follow her.
and after so much time--4 months to be precise--she has been improving in leaps and bounds while all i have done is--in his words-- 'sound less bad'. excellent choice of words there. yes, that's what 8 months of non-stop drum-playing does for you. it makes you 'less bad'.
4 months and she's perfect, 8 months and i'm 'less bad'.
which is why i say, thank goodness for mingfu. he may have come only once since we began training for upcoming performances, but at the very least, he came, he saw, and he corrected. me, for that matter. if i had continued training solely under that baboon, i'd probably still be stuck playing the wrong thing and having the latter nag at me for not being able to play with perfection, like her. oh yeah, she does it perfectly.
having said that, i now have ample reason to say I MISS YOU BINGYAO!!! at least when i was training under you, i was made to feel that my playing was bad, not worse. notice the absolute in contrast to the comparative. heck you are my salvation man, save me!!! too bad you now have the new juniors to take charge of and don't have the time or authority over us, or rather me, anymore. but hey i still miss you loads man, even if just for the above-mentioned reason. haha.
oh well, i guess that's the way the cookie crumbles.
i can't get my tag box to work. argh.
Part 2
i resolve never to talk to eric anymore. because he is a damn pussy. in every sense of the word. and i'm not going to apologise for calling him that because that's what he is, plain and simple. i'm only sorry that everyone has to see me use the word. anyway. he is a pathetic excuse for a male specimen, and even less, a human being. a pathetic male specimen who only knows about running away from his problems, and leaving them to run after him. i hope he learns something about being a man soon, since he's lived his entire life being anything but, because that's what the army claims to do--and if it doesn't, then we've spent 30 years making a damn big mistake. and i hope he knows that he may get tired from running, but his problems definitely won't. and then we shall all learn what the word 'pussy' really means.
Part 3
i am sick and tired of training under renliang. as much as i appreciate the opportunity to specialise in drums, his...attitude...annoys me. it seems that regardless of whether there are 2 or 3 of us training, his attention is always concentrated at the person on my right. that's because she's always positioned to stand on my right. and i can practically fade into oblivion without him even noticing a thing. except for perhaps what he reiterates is bad playing. yes, he picks on me non-stop, to absolutely no end. i am either playing 'too slow' or 'too fast', and, she, on the right-hand side, always has perfect timing. even when she admits herself that she was out of time. i am still the one whom he claims is out of time. can you see where this is heading? i certainly can't. but i'm sure he can see that she's the picture of perfection. makes me wonder if i've wasted the first 4 months specialising for crap since after all that time i can't match up to someone who started said much time later. it's always 'beni, your timing is wrong, follow hers...beni you're too slow, follow hers...beni you're too fast, slow down, like her...' hell yeah, my playing is all wrong and all bad, so maybe i should just put away my drum sticks and find another vocation, huh? i'm sure that's top on his mind man.
well he notices every single detail about her playing, and he's always at hand to correct any imperfection she has while i can be doing shit and he'll only realise when he sees the disuniformity between out actions. following which he will point out that i was wrong and make me follow her.
and after so much time--4 months to be precise--she has been improving in leaps and bounds while all i have done is--in his words-- 'sound less bad'. excellent choice of words there. yes, that's what 8 months of non-stop drum-playing does for you. it makes you 'less bad'.
4 months and she's perfect, 8 months and i'm 'less bad'.
which is why i say, thank goodness for mingfu. he may have come only once since we began training for upcoming performances, but at the very least, he came, he saw, and he corrected. me, for that matter. if i had continued training solely under that baboon, i'd probably still be stuck playing the wrong thing and having the latter nag at me for not being able to play with perfection, like her. oh yeah, she does it perfectly.
having said that, i now have ample reason to say I MISS YOU BINGYAO!!! at least when i was training under you, i was made to feel that my playing was bad, not worse. notice the absolute in contrast to the comparative. heck you are my salvation man, save me!!! too bad you now have the new juniors to take charge of and don't have the time or authority over us, or rather me, anymore. but hey i still miss you loads man, even if just for the above-mentioned reason. haha.
oh well, i guess that's the way the cookie crumbles.
posted by benita adrianne at 8:20 AM
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