Burnout

March 25, 2010

The 8daysAweek Second Anniversary Gig

Clapclapclap. 2 years and counting. We have gone through a lot in these two years. We went for a break for a few months and thank God for having our second life on October of last year. Our anniv gig did not have 'life' just like the one we had last year. Everyone (us) were just hell tired. But still thank you so much for all those you believed and those who continue to believe in us... in 8daysAweek. The bands, you guys, are really what keep us going. Especially me, being the one who handles the Marketing shiz and all, I would not have anything to market because you guys are what make up 8daysAweek. Your talents define the quality of music 8daysAweek bring. And so I thank you. Thank you, our lifeblood.

To my partners, Amielle and Jobs, you guys are the best. I would not imagine 8daysAweek with someone else. (Imagine kung kasama natin si K. the supposed to be original lineup ng 8daysAweek. I don't think he can contribute as much as we do. HAHA.) Thank you, friends. Who said that friends do not make good business partners? I say, nuh uh. We proved them wrong. Well, maybe we proved them wrong 'cause we really can't say that this is a business 'cause we really are not earning something that can put food on the table. Haha. But really, we have gone through a lot. We really matured in this industry. Look at us now. Ganon pa din. Haha. Kidding aside. Thanks so much. I love you, two.

P.S.

Amielle, you really have to do some PR with the bands and guests. Takot ka pa din humarap sa tao e. :))

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March 26, 2010

Another day at DTI

I was supposed to work half-day. Talk about bursting my bubble. I was there until 5:00 in the afternoon. I was just so pissed off with waiting there doing nothing instead of being in the office doing my thing, the fact that I needed rest, thinking that I have to please the people from the biggest retailer in the Philippines, and that I failed.

I was not able to contain myself. I had my moment at MRT Buendia Station. I was crying. I did not care what other people would think of me. I just want it all out. If I could scream that time, I would. From the time I entered the train and went off at Shaw Station, I still could not contain myself. Tears were literally dripping down my face.

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March 27, 2010

Weekend

They still want to bug me on a Saturday. Crap. Ok, so I sent them what they needed. I gave them my inputs, but they did not applied it on another version of the revised layout. GAGO! Nakakainis. What else do they need me for bugging on a weekend when they would not use my inputs anyway? Crap. Stubborn asses.

If only I could kill.

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Thanks to Dad for treating me to a 3D movie. How to train your dragon. Love you, Dad!

Thanks to myself for buying an exercise ball. I just realized that lessening my food intake does not contribute to my belly loss. I really need to do real exercise for good. Power core! Yeah!