Today. Is. A. Bard. Day.

Some part of me broke today. Literally. My first ever cymbal that my parents bought for me. Yep, thats right. To them its just a piece of crap metal that creates headaches and endless torture to their eardrums. But to me, it changed my life and gave me something to look forward to. Many would go on saying, "Aiyah its just worth $30 or so, you could easily replace it." Darn, I doubt so. I could be a bitch and go on saying that my life's ruined now but nay, I just am a little, down. It's depressing to see something that's been part of your life for the past 6 years and 9 months crack just like that. This cymbal lasted longer then some of my friends.

This is what she used to look like. Now that its all dark brown rusty and the letters have faded, and theres a crack at the top, it looks like just any metal piece. But, its still glorious. I mean, would you throw away your wife? Ah this is depressing.

A sign from God I say. Its either to stop playing drums or to get new cymbals. I can't afford new cymbals anymore man. My 16 inch Sabian B8 rock crash cymbal. Thy heart weeps for thou. Absorbing my fustrations and emotions lashed out at thee, for the past 6 years and 9 months. You could bear the laden on your back no more. Alas, this is where we part on the journey to music making, and to a fuller completion of one's soul.

A side note: This cymbal has shaped my love for Sabian sounds. I LOVE YOU CYMBAL!

Aiyah this is soo depressing. You people will never understand. Its just you and me.

Cheekydeon has gone to reflect on the good times we had the past growing years.