How to deal with Family and Friends that don’t support your dreams

Doesn’t it suck when your family and your closest friend don’t believe in what you’re doing? I mean they are your fucking family and friends. Aren’t they supposed to be your pillar of support and not fucking quicksand?

My advice is to not give a fuck and continue doing what you’re doing. It’s tough. I get it. I really do.

Here’s the thing. Even if you fail, you know you didn’t give up. You gave it a shot. You know what sucks x100 more than failing? The one and only “what if?

I won’t deny I have my moments of doubt in my journey. But one thing that always kept me going is knowing that if I give up I wouldn’t be able to live without the daily suicidal thought of “what if?”

“What if I didn’t give up and pushed through those tough times? Would I already be a rockstar? I wonder how my life would be now if I’m a rockstar? Will I be happier? Will I wake up with excitement everyday? Will I have financial freedom?” So many “what ifs” and “will i”, only to get woken up from your daydream by your boss shouting at you to get back to work, at the job your mother is so very proud of.

And when you’re fucking broke as shit and doubting your dreams, your best friend Sally, and your mom that loves you so much tells you your dream is stupid and you should be realistic. Yes I understand they want to protect you blah and blah. However, the truth is, they simply don’t believe in you. Harsh but true. It’s not that your dream to become a footballer or world class ballet dancer is not possible. Heck. It’s much easier than becoming a parent. But what they don’t believe in, is your capabilities.

So prove it to them. There’s nothing that motivates me more than people telling me I can’t. AND, WHO THE FUCK ARE THEY TO TELL YOU HOW TO LEAD YOUR LIFE. No disrespect, but even your parents shouldn’t tell you how to lead your life. If you’re parents aren’t successful and aren’t in a position you would want to be, what makes you think following their advice would lead you to where you would wanna be?

So tell mummy sorry, but she won’t get to boast to her friends how her son is a doctor. But give me a little longer and you can tell your friends your son is a fucking king.


How to stop giving a fuck about what others think of you

It’s 3am and I can’t sleep so I shall do I rant because I feel a rant coming up.
Don’t we all face this thought from time to time?  “How do I stop giving a fuck about others’ opinion of me”

Here’s how. Realise that nobody gives a fuck about you.

As contradicting and dark as that sounds, it’s true. The main character in everybody’s life is themselves. Because we are the main character in our own story, we often think we are the center of everyone else’ lives too. But truth is, our world revolves around ourselves and everyone cares most about themselves. Even your mom who loves you more than anyone in the world and tells you bedtime stories.

It’s not that we are self-centered but that just how we are as humans and that’s perfectly fine.

When you feel like you’re not good enough

Have you ever had a time where you were working hard on something, or maybe say you quit your job and decided you’re gonna follow your passion but then, you hear the little voice in your head that says “you’re not good enough, Leon”. We’ve all experience this. Even till this very day I experience it. In fact I hear it every fucking day and I used to be really affected by it. I would start to doubt my decision.

“Maybe, i’ll look for a more ‘practical’ passion”

“There’s no way i’m gonna get good at this”

“Look at matt. He started drumming since he was fucking 6 years old, and you’re starting at 22? There’s no way you will get to his level!”

There’s so many fucking reasons to quit. Whether your passion is drumming or sewing knitted underwear, we will always have to face the voice in us that tells us that what we are doing is not “practical” or stupid. You know what is practical? Going to the office and staring at the computer from 8-5 everyday, doing something you hate and working for the boss you hate.

So what do we do when we hear the voice telling us we are not good enough?

We go back and fucking work. Hustle your ass off even harder than you did before. Sew till your eyes bleed. Every time i hear that voice that tells me i’m not good enough, i go back to my drum set and practice even harder and longer. So hard and long (no pun intended) that the fucking voice in my head telling me i’m not good enough shuts the fuck up.


5 life lessons I’ve learned from drumming

Drumming is a relationship. I don’t even know what means. Most people think drums are about loud noises and annoyed neighbours. Though that isn’t entirely untrue, playing the drums has certainly taught me many values.


Law of state transference. Law of state transference basically states that however one feels, he/she feels it too. Regardless of your skill, your emotions are felt. Your audience feels it. As a drummer, your emotional state plays a big role. If you feel like shitting, so will your audience. If you ever played in a band, you would notice that if your drummer isn’t feeling it, your song isn’t gonna feel it either. No matter how much you practice. So if you ever see your drummer not feeling it, slap him and tell him to smile.


On television, we often see bands killing it. Fireworks at the drop of a beat. Fans girls yelling. DRUM SOLO. Band members jumping. Fucking adrenaline rushes. Sweat dripping down the faces of the good looking band boys. Soon, you find yourself quitting your job to join a band, only to find out that not only are you broke, but you’re broke with a bunch a homeless guys. (at least you have some company, not too bad ey?) You get your adrenaline rushes from syringes and  cold sweat drips down your face.

Back to the point. The hustle is quiet and boring. No one sees the hustle. You sit hours and hours by yourself in the room with your practice pad everyday and go “ta ta ta ta, dom dom dom ta, oh fuck, repeat”. There is no better way to teach someone the meaning of hustle than drumming.


Most people often refer to the drummer as the “backbone” or the “support” of the band. However, as a drummer, your role is in fact, to lead. You are the fucking heart of the band. You ain’t gonna stop or they’ll drop. (Oo, I like that) As I said previously in the first point, your emotions are transferable. Therefore, if you feel good playing the drums, your band can feel it and they too in turn will feel good which the audience will then feel it too. Isn’t it awesome when everyone is jumping and having an awesome time.

Tip for emotionally retarded drummers : smile and headbang


Most people start learning a skill with the idea that your progress is going to be a constant straight line up with time. However, that is not the case. Through the years of practicing, you will find days where you think you’re the shit and you feel like a genius because you’re just improving so quickly.. until you hit a downphase. Your hands might be particularly rigid and you can’t play as well as you did yesterday.

According to George Leonard, the author of the book “Mastery”, your mastery curve in fact, looks like this:


When you start learning a skill, you will find yourself improving very quickly and learning many things at the start. That’s where many people start to think “I found my passion!” Don’t be deceived. After a period of an up-phase, you will even face a small drop in improvement. These are times where you were able to play that blast beat yesterday, and for some weird reason you can’t do it anymore. 50% of people who weren’t serious about taking up the skill will give up here.

After the down-phase, you will hit a plateau which is what you will experience majority of the time on your path to mastery.  These are times where you practice the same thing for months and you feel like you’re not getting anywhere. What you need to do in the period of a plateau is to continue practicing and trust the process. If you ever feel like giving up, know that after every plateau is an up-phase.

In fact, if you look at the curve above, you will see that no matter how many times you hit a plateau, you will always be higher than your previous plateau. That way, you know that you are always better than before. And if, you still choose to take up the challenge and walk the path of mastery, you have my respect.


The process isn’t easy. You will have to sit in a room alone listening to the metronome every fucking day, practice the same rudiments every fucking day. It may become a chore, but you have to learn to love the every stroke of the drumstick, the every tick of the metronome. Make gooves out of the most boring exercises. If you can love the process, that’s when you will truly reach mastery. You will be unstoppable. Results will only give you temporal satisfaction but the process is eternal. Now that’s some deep shit.

The process isn’t easy but I promise it will be worth it.