jealousy, such an evil thing

Well, I've got two pages worth of information done. Two pages out of 60plus. Nonetheless, it's something and InDesign torments me no more. Just that trying to figure out something and manipulate it with all the yet-to-be-familiar-with controls and the like are killing me. Again more Redbull to consume and Akon whining in my ear. Already Rui's CD mix in the car last night made me want to hop on over to Dbl O and dance. But restraint is essential and plus, if I did go clubbing, I wouldn't have even woken on time for work.

Speaking of which, I need to stop taking cabs down. Seriously unhealthy. For my wallet that is. And the nicotine and tar content in my Dunhills are beginning to have an effect. About damn time too.

Sometimes, the bad feeling gets stronger and harder to ignore. It's like alarm bells ringing in my head. Klaxon bells. Red lights, red flags popping all over. Technically I could ignore it. But then it'd be repeating the same mistake again and I don't think at this time and age, I could afford that.

After awhile, staring and disciplining myself into doing work, I reckon its pretty ok for someone who knows nuts about InDesign. Just that its pretty tedious since I've yet to master and commit the shortcuts to memory.

Anyway, I've been writing too much. Some pictures for your general amusement. I've gotten my namecards and instead of just a mere journalist, I'm a photojournalist. Note, that they're actually two completely different things.

Also, you will see the Dunhills that cost me 200dollars. Grar.






Say hello to my namecard! I've a 100 of these buggers!