I'll bleed this skyline dry
Hear Me Out

I like to give excuses for everything and anything. If Im not in the mood to do anything, I idle around.

I let my friends say as they please, but that don't mean I agree with what they say. I just accept that its their opinion.

I can be an ass hole. I can be the nicest person on earth. Just depends on who you are(:

"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." -Matthew 5:8

Complains?
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Always talkin' bout whatchu got.

CAUTION LONG POST

Im super duper uber happy now and it will carry over til tomorrow. Didnt see sam for one day, the second day's SO MUCH NICER. GAWD. *grins likka fucktard*
Waiting for a day was so WORTH it. Im contented.

Couldnt stop smiling, couldnt stop myself from having fun in LABBBB, couldnt help but laugh at anything and everything. Its the type of high I never want to end. The things I'd do to have you do that one more time.

Im serious man. Once Pauly Cheung said, "alright thats all for today." Fify literally leaped with joy.

Anthea reminded me of someone today. Old man jones totally dismissed my initial concern for that person's well being, but fify had to speak up. I shrug and dont really pay much attention, well how can I when Sam's around?

I'll keep that in the back of my head yeah? HAHAHA! Not very important now. *thinks again* Not important at all actually.

-STORY TIME BEGINS-

I am a painter(just play along with me), not a veteran nor a newbie, I know the tricks of the trade.

One day, a customer enters, lets call this customer Fred. Fred sees my art pieces and is not say impressed nor horrified. He proceeds on to tell me, paint me a masterpiece. As the painter, I'd do my very best to please a customer no? Vibrant, light-hearted and enjoyable are descriptions for the piece.

I, start working on the layout, setting, everything. So I'm already half-way through this piece of work.

The next day, Fred comes back to me, saying he has a change of heart and wants something more sober in nature, not to flashy. Being a painter, I oblige. Get started and just scrape the other painting, starting a new.

Fred returns, this time, upset that I changed the setting, mood, colour, vibrance. Calls me a bipolar painter, that doesnt understand painting. Its alright, being hurt is only natural.

So this time I ask, "Is this what you want? The colour, mood, everything?", the customer replies, "yes."

Angry at being called a bipolar painter. Im not a zwitter-painter.

I start again, this time, putting more into it than I did for the first few times. I like to do things once and in the best of my ability. The masterpiece is almost complete.

Fred returns, he looks at it, shakes his head and says he doesnt like the piece and doesnt think my style of painting suits his taste. And walks out without wanting anything more to do with a painter like myself. Naturally, heartbroken for putting in so much effort only to be told off. I take it in my stride, its alright. Not everyone will like my painting style.

A new customer enters, shows interest in the art pieces. At this very moment, Fred returns, doesnt say anything, just looks at the pieces again, and is fickle mindedly wanting to get some.

Conflicted, I consult fellow painters on past experiences with customers, all conclude that it isnt worth spending time pleasing this customer. So I didnt give much attention to Fred. He comes back to me, being angry for the messed up painting and me not putting enough into the painting. Trying to understand where I went wrong here, being nice, understanding and tolerant.

Having noticed that I was putting way too much effort in something that wouldnt turn out good. Fellow painters, jeer and scrutinize me. Still, I'll take it in my stride.

So I continue to give this new customer, Sam, attention. Trying to paint Sam a nice picture, putting aside all the pain I took in while living up to Fred's expectations of a masterpiece. Now fellow painters arrive, seeing what Fred is doing, realising that, it was never mine to call. They are upset and cant understand why I'd tolerant sucha customer, I silence them by taking the guilt on my shoulders. I dont blame anyone else for a failed painting.

I never blame anyone for my mistakes.

There is no moral of this story, but if you are sharp enough to pick it up the underneath of the underneath, you will see the pain of fustration the painter has endured. HAHAHA!

-STORY TIME ENDS-

The funniest thing of today. Water tech lecture link up lt. Played taide throughout the lecture.

Anthea said something that was damn ironic, and funny at the same time.

*Miley acting likka monkey*

"Miley if you dont stop, I'll push you down then run over to the other LT and tell them it was an accident."

Do you people SEE the IRONY involved? NO? Alright.

For one, we're in a SEPARATE LT, no one in the other LT can see us, or know what happens for that matter.

For second, Anthea will run to the other LT. =.o RUN? Whats the rush? Let miley fall and die. HAHAHAHAHAH!