Try g'ing me, like I don't know how to mack
Aiyo, I knew you was trouble when I first laid eyes on you
Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise with you
Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes
You cheated yourself but these are the breaks
And it never be the same again, cause of old boy
But oh boy, together we make so much joy
In the sands and oh, what a wet, wee-wee
Ghostface Killa - "You know I'm no good"
Bitches,
Man, am I TIRED. I had a meeting in the capital yesterday. Took all day with all the travelling involved. That, and I went to bed hella late on Thursday night. By Thursday night I mean Friday morning. For some reason I couldn't sleep, so when I finally laid my head down, it was 4:30am, not really conducive for a healthy outlook on the day. Woke up at 5:30 to get ready (I wore my blue pinstripe boss shirt and blazer with jeans, YES!), hooked up with Victor and bused it to the capital. The shitty thing about the buses here is that Dominicans love to listen to everything SUPER loud. I have no problem blasting the music if I'm in a car alone, or with headphones on, but a BUS?! With shitty music?! I'm glad I put some good tunes in my phone.
The meeting went well, despite the exhaustion and general malaise, I was able to present all our ideas and references and examples. I gave good insights into who we are, and what we want to do as far as our business is concerned. They listenend and smiled. They want us to send them a proposal, as far as our price goes. They like the project, they think we can do it, all we gotta do now is figure out how much we are going to charge me. Which, I'd love to tell them, but having never done this kind of work before, I don't really know where to begin, especially since the prices are different here. If anyone has any ideas, get in touch with my cocoa-brown ass.
Just a small video me and Victor shot
In other news. I'm privvy to a few journals online, various people and writers, friends of friends and enemies of friends, and friends of enemies. My enemies, or "the people I hate" tend to have something in common, something I probably have in common: Egoism. For some reason, these troglodyte's seem to think their shit smells sweet. They think their expression is the best, their style or likes are to be amazed at, etc etc. I'm sorry, but when did a lame MySpace artist page make you a fuckin superstar, when did knowing the name of some obscure song or movie make you somethin MORE than a fuckin Geek (says, I, a geek), when did learning a language, losing some weight, or moving make you a fuckin deity? This shit ISN"T anything but you growing up.
Here I have to step back and admit, yes, I am fairly arrogant here, it's my journal, I'm allowed to be as creative and as bitter as I want. I would say that in real life I'm a confident fellow, with your normal mixed bag of insecurities. HOwever, when challenged, if convinced, I'll bend, I'll be more open minded and accepting. I like it, it makes living easier if you can be a bit understanding or open-minded, ONLY when you think its worth it. But these "people" I'm talking about, I mean, even impartial by-standers are mocking them. Something needs to be done, on a cosmic level. GodJesusYawehAllaBuddahKrishnaBlop should just smote some justice. Either right away or slow and steady. Personally, I'd like it if it was some slowly debilitating disease. You know what I mean VALERIA?! SHARON?!
On another note... I have found, that the older I get, the idea of being more aggressive with people I love, makes me feel happy. More on this later.... or not.
you love how I bring the pain,
Aa!
Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise with you
Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes
You cheated yourself but these are the breaks
And it never be the same again, cause of old boy
But oh boy, together we make so much joy
In the sands and oh, what a wet, wee-wee
Ghostface Killa - "You know I'm no good"
Bitches,
Man, am I TIRED. I had a meeting in the capital yesterday. Took all day with all the travelling involved. That, and I went to bed hella late on Thursday night. By Thursday night I mean Friday morning. For some reason I couldn't sleep, so when I finally laid my head down, it was 4:30am, not really conducive for a healthy outlook on the day. Woke up at 5:30 to get ready (I wore my blue pinstripe boss shirt and blazer with jeans, YES!), hooked up with Victor and bused it to the capital. The shitty thing about the buses here is that Dominicans love to listen to everything SUPER loud. I have no problem blasting the music if I'm in a car alone, or with headphones on, but a BUS?! With shitty music?! I'm glad I put some good tunes in my phone.
The meeting went well, despite the exhaustion and general malaise, I was able to present all our ideas and references and examples. I gave good insights into who we are, and what we want to do as far as our business is concerned. They listenend and smiled. They want us to send them a proposal, as far as our price goes. They like the project, they think we can do it, all we gotta do now is figure out how much we are going to charge me. Which, I'd love to tell them, but having never done this kind of work before, I don't really know where to begin, especially since the prices are different here. If anyone has any ideas, get in touch with my cocoa-brown ass.
Click to viewJust a small video me and Victor shot
In other news. I'm privvy to a few journals online, various people and writers, friends of friends and enemies of friends, and friends of enemies. My enemies, or "the people I hate" tend to have something in common, something I probably have in common: Egoism. For some reason, these troglodyte's seem to think their shit smells sweet. They think their expression is the best, their style or likes are to be amazed at, etc etc. I'm sorry, but when did a lame MySpace artist page make you a fuckin superstar, when did knowing the name of some obscure song or movie make you somethin MORE than a fuckin Geek (says, I, a geek), when did learning a language, losing some weight, or moving make you a fuckin deity? This shit ISN"T anything but you growing up.
Here I have to step back and admit, yes, I am fairly arrogant here, it's my journal, I'm allowed to be as creative and as bitter as I want. I would say that in real life I'm a confident fellow, with your normal mixed bag of insecurities. HOwever, when challenged, if convinced, I'll bend, I'll be more open minded and accepting. I like it, it makes living easier if you can be a bit understanding or open-minded, ONLY when you think its worth it. But these "people" I'm talking about, I mean, even impartial by-standers are mocking them. Something needs to be done, on a cosmic level. GodJesusYawehAllaBuddahKrishnaBlop should just smote some justice. Either right away or slow and steady. Personally, I'd like it if it was some slowly debilitating disease. You know what I mean VALERIA?! SHARON?!
On another note... I have found, that the older I get, the idea of being more aggressive with people I love, makes me feel happy. More on this later.... or not.
you love how I bring the pain,
Aa!