shoot me in the head

Come to think of it, I've always wanted to be a journalist because I like to write. But interviewing people? That's another story. Well, I actually don't mind interviewing people. But interviewing local artists that I've never heard before and I don't care anything about... There's something about it that I loathe. Yes, LOATHE.

And what I loathe more than interviewing them?

Having to interview them with my mini boss around. Ugh. Why doesn't he let me patronize these wannabes by myself???

Iwantout. Iwantout. Iwantout. Bwaaaahhhh!!! x'0

can we start this again?

I've been trying to be optimistic for quite a while. But the feeling is phasing out. And it's just like we are, from where I'm standing right now.

So, tell me you're not phasing us out.

Please.
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Someone turn me around
Can I start this again?
Now someone turn us around
Can we start this again?

We've all been changed
From what we were
Our broken parts
Left smashed off the floor

I can't believe you
If I can't hear you
I can't believe you
If I can't hear you
[Editors]

killmenow. killmenow. killmenow.

I bought a bottle of Nu Green Tea one day, and noticed that they (whatever company that produces the drink) gave away prizes depending on what was written on the inside of the bottle cap.

So I opened the bottle, and took a look. There it was, written in the same shade of orange as the bottle cap...

BELUM BERUNTUNG

Of course.

Now, the bottle-opening scene and the image of that bottle cap always haunt me everytime things don't go my way.

Yes, belum beruntung, indeed.