Spuddy Buddies

tell me where have you been

The passion for guitars had completely died, I think.

Call me a sadist for repeating this a hundred times but what do you think when one receives pressure? :\

The guy's a screw up, an idiot, a whatever-you-call-it. I hate it. I hate everything about it. I'm not even looking forward to those rubbishy lessons anymore.

Everything about him - the way he acts, looks, says - screams, "Hope these noobies keep trying until I'm a billionare!!!"

Every week is a different thing, every week is a different chord. He also claims that he taught us something he didn't. Not to mention, our CD of favourite songs has probably been copied and given out to his buddies and also his favourite songs now.

That's what we get.. huh? It's been TEN.WHOLE.MONTHS. No, not ten weeks. Months. Why? We would've quit months ago if not for the doubting, the thinking, the hesitation and everything that wastes more and more of our time.

I think Twitter is more my style since I haven't been updating in a while. But Twitter? Yeah.

Oh and notice the 'guitar' tag growing tinier by the day.

We're not willing to try ourselves either so the story goes on! So the time flies on! So the saliva is being used until no more left! So the pressure and stress continues! So the hatred repeats! And of course, life goes on as well!

Screw it. Get a life.