oh... caring is creepy
hold your glass up, hold it in
Somewhere in Kuala Lumpur is a 50 year old man with 60GBs worth of indie music he will never understand.
He walks in and points at the songlist (and I'm playing Death Cab at the moment) and says "I want all the music in there", and so I say "but half the music isn't popular". The man shushes me and tells me to do as I am told. Meekly... I let him have his way. Even if it breaks my heart.
I promise you, you creepy little old man, you'll be coming back to the Apple Store wanting us to delete your whole song list next week. You can't handle my music.
On another note, I quit my job. Tomorrow shall be my last day at Apple, and I cannot wait for sweet freedom. What shall I do with my freedom? Get started on building up my portfolio and learn how to make web pages of course. That, and take a look see at a couple of colleges. None in Kuala Lumpur of course. Actually, none in Malaysia at all. They're all far too depressing for the likes of me.
Maybe I'll even work on that webcomic I keep saying I want to start drawing. Who knows.
never betray the way you've always known it is