Sunday, June 08, 2008

Stop flooding my mobile with pointless questions!



SMS : "So what's new? Any more trance events?"
Reply : "How the fuck should I know? I'm not an information counter."

SMS : "Why you don't want to DJ anymore?"
Reply : "Lost interest. It got killed off in my last 6-day-a-week job."

SMS : "What you mean killed off?"
Reply : "I rather let it rest and move on."

SMS : "Move on to where?"
Reply : "..."

SMS : "Will you be giving courses on DJing?"
Reply : "Does the sun rise from the west?"

SMS : "So when the next gig?"
Reply : "If it happens, it happens. If not, I've got my lovely DVDs and Blu-rays to keep me occupied."

SMS : "Any latest trance tunes?"
Reply : "You tell me. I've not bothered to update myself."


Really now, spare me the intrusive text messages. It's really disrupting my concentration for the TWO seasons of...





p/s this reminds me of yet another clueless, self-important
big fat bitch
that I have to deal with every other day at work...



Nothing against fat bitches but...
I really wish you all
a wonderful coronary blockage!

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In the meantime, I'm putting on some cool Sunday morning (noon) music, brew some wicked coffee, sit back with this month's issue of Q and perhaps skim through the huge stack of DVDs and Blu-rays that "came" into my possession this week. It's so nice to have time to kill every now and then. Besides that one particularly cholesterol-laden bitch that's getting on my nerves, everything else is pretty fine and dandy. Looking forward to see what new CDs are in my pigeon-hole tomorrow :)

2 Comments:

At 8:20 PM, Blogger adr3n said...

Isnt the album art short of an alphabet??

Morcheeba + "i" = Morcheebai??

lolol

*cancels sms to YK to ask him when is the next Dazed Out*

:p

 
At 10:40 PM, Blogger Adminstrator said...

Dazed Out... already cremated.

*yawnage*

 

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