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Heart says (1:12 AM): i wonder ken can pass boon ur details now? Kenny @ Pusan says (1:12 AM): i have microcuts says (1:12 AM): kenny send already Kenny @ Pusan says (1:12 AM): since yesterday .
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Heart says (1:12 AM): okk good Kenny @ Pusan says (1:12 AM): see still say i lady Heart says (1:12 AM): yes u lady microcuts says (1:12 AM): whats up with the lady?
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. Heart says (1:12 AM): wahwahhwahwhahwhawh ahwhahwhawhahhwahwh dun matter. kenny is lady Kenny @ Pusan says (1:13 AM): ..... Heart says (1:14 AM): wat to do lady like that one
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. . Heart says (1:16 AM): ken... imagine... one typo made u a laughin stock for life Kenny @ Pusan says (1:17 AM): im proud of it u wrote a song thanks Heart says (1:17 AM): watch me microcuts says (1:17 AM): eh u mean the song lady was bout kenny? Heart says (1:18 AM): wajwahwhahwhahwhahw
Now to explain: In a seperate conversation, I was asking Ken for some help, and he says I had him to count on. I said he's lazy, not really much a help to begin with. That ended there.
On a seperate conversation, Boon needed Kenny's details, so I asked Ken to give Boon whatever is needed. And that's where Ken made a typo.
In the most crazy instance, I previously wrote a song titled "Lady", I think you can piece the joke together now! LOL
Seems like some people around me are getting the high-nose bug. Kinda strange to be, since I've seen most of them through a part of their growing up! LOL. I'm not ancient, just very participated. Anyhow, hope the weird cloud clears soon, cos if there are anymore, I might murder some people.
And please help spread the word and pass the video along to your friends. We're desperate for some good ears to hear our stuff. Worked hard on them, so please drop us a note or simply just click and play. Much appreciate your participation!
I feel like I'm falling a part a little more with the passing days. Can't really seem to identify the beat, nor get in sync with the groove. People don't really listen, and I'm beginning to doubt my own decisions from the whence it starts.
I'm in deep shit man.
If disillusion is akin to a magic show where things appear and disappear, then it would be great to just kick back and enjoy. After all, magically, nothing harms, isn't it?
I got a real knack for chocolate cookie sticks these days. Appetite's somewhat knocking me off my feet LOL. Maybe cos I keep late nights and the feeling of zero noise and the munching in my mouth, a little by little kinda reminds me of the good old days of crackers and milk. Oh, how I wish I can see that overgrown fields back at grandma's. The solace it provides is... wordless.
Geez. Keeping a 5-star rating on RC is crazy man! LOL. Worthwhile only to kill time. Otherwise, a total waste of that time.
So yeah. Photoshoot cancelled. Projector cancelled. Screen cancelled. I'm waiting to drop something else next.
Sorry been away from the blogs, been a little disillusioned with my current predicaments, not just pertaining to the music, but to some people in my life as well. Strange that things would coup themselves up and show up at the most unopportuned times.
Been watching this whole anime series about love and I can only begin to wonder why people go gaga over all that: escapism made believable with moving pictures. Every plot is made with absolute discretion to viewer satisfaction. Most critically, people just loves happy endings. I do too, naturally, although my belly turned all about with the little humor they've injected. Made my days on this very horrendous week.
Yes, the air-conditioning in the main hall is still broke. Well, at least moments of coolness provided some calm as a way of respite. Nonetheless, I'm getting experts to come in on Monday afternoon to seriously have a look. For now, it's an expensive wall-mounted fan.
This restaurant thingy on FB has got me going for a while now. My biggest attraction to the simplistic game is really in cracking the layout for maximum exposure. Sure there isn't the perfect rating with the random seed numbers, then again, not everyone has the interior in them. I'm one of those who keep trying to max out the stats, and hopefully gain some proper footwork in the game =)
One last thing I thought I'd report: I finally got the weights I needed! Yeay! LOL. Time to waste the fats out and build the correct lumps! HA~
I can't imaging lowering myself to begging someone not to do something that would crush me to bits. But I did. So many times till I can no longer remember why I'm begging in the first place, much like calling a hotline with a hundred levels of options that we press and press till the original intent is lost.
So here I am, begging someone not to overwork, and another not to overplay, and one more not to over-worry. Why on earth do I need to do that?! I don't need to run so many other lives when mine own is almost as messy as two balls of yarn rolled out and tangled together. I always thought: with enough patience, they will untangle and they will be back to their own colored threads.
I am so wrong.
I even reminded myself of all these complexities consistently so that I can at least redeem my privacy somewhat. But no. Third party people actually think I'm an asshole all these time. Thanks for the fresh info, ghosts of the pasts have caught up again, yet till tonight, I never knew. Oh boy, and I thought I was in the clear. No thanks to a loud mouth who cannot keep the trap shut.
Laments and laments, I'm coaxing more than being coaxed, comforting more than comforted. This vicious cycle replays again and again till I'm not just sick from it terminally, it'll hit me all the way to my grave. And all these, for one simple idea: life.
I'm gonna start re-organising this mess. For what it's worth now, I think I shall mess out all these craziness - those who cannot agree, let's all go down together. After all, they started this mess.
For as long as I can remember, providing solutions is a big part of the services of my game. Claiming credits for them just simply isn't my style. I thought true heart prevails, but I'm thinking twice now.
Anyway, enough about that. The new headache at work is a totally clueless agency trying to gain control of a project that has already lost its head. Everyone (client, supplier, agency) is now going into damage control caused by the agency itself. Poor client has been duped into believing things are in place, and the supplier (that's my side we're talking about), has actually offered to help ease the burden. And get this, agency still hasn't a clue what to expect next. That's how big an idiot can become. A fool is born everyday, but this agency is a prime first of a fool born and reborn every single minute.
This new game on FB... the restaurant thingy - is actually quite cute and fun. I'm not addicted. I got into it cos people needed ingredients to make their dishes. Funny thing is, I just leave this on, and surprise surprise, I leveled up so quickly, some friends actually think I'm hooked. Well, I'm not. I'm online most of the time, I just keep the thing on. I like planning the layout, and that's about. Now, nobody's trading ingredients with me already lol. I wonder why...
Oh, did I tell you we're doing a brand new show? Woohoo~ I'd love to see one small part of it "live". Can't wait man!
Goodnight cyberspace. Life's a bitch, and apparently, some people think I'm one of the worst bitches around. Thanks loudmouth. It made me look at myself in a whole new light.
Just when I thought the air conditioning unit in the main reception was bailing out on me, it totally worked. Partially due to the morning rain I suppose, but the magic temperature made me somewhat productive for the day, not to mention keeping the sweat and tempers in.
I would love to blog about this crazy incident of an almost anonymous booking, but well, I'll leave that till tomorrow when somebody does show up.
