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Some gave birthday cards, my bro makes 'em. Found it on my bed on my birthday. And as you can see, he's as busy as his big brother. God, this is getting mushy. A while back Irish Jo came down to Malaysia. She was getting a new sim card so her mom sent it to me. It was only then I realized not many of my friends in England new my full name. Or the whole of my first name, for that matter: I just wrote a whole rant about my goddamn laptop and the trouble I went to fix it... and guess what? Fuckin' post dissapears. FUCKERS!!! Who is this Mercury Retrograde?! I wanna beat his/her ass to a pulp! Godammit. Laptop has crashed. GODAMMIT. I do all my design and administration work on it. GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT. Hope I can fix it. Fuck fuckity fuck fuck. Do not like. No.
Yesterday was quite a rush. I woke up early for some peculiar reason, perhaps my body telling me what was to come: GSC then called and told me they needed the trailer on Beta SP by Friday (today). I quickly rushed to the studio, transfered a copy to miniDV then spent the rest of the morning trying to contact Tony so that he could handle the transfer and delivery for me (poor guy looked like he hadn't slept at all).
After that it was a trip to the Ministry of Culture to finally figure out this whole FINAS business...
...and guess what? It's all cleared. Ciplak is a GO! HELLS YEAH!
By next week I've got to figure out all the promo details so that I can send everything for printing as well as the upcoming soundtrack which I'm hoping to release before the movie comes out, featuring Y2k, Triple 6 Poser, Soft Touch, A Girl Named Jane, Ta-Dhin Project, Seven Sundays, Az Samad, Liang, Security Top Secret & Classified, Peter Brown, Dragon Red, Ben's Bitches, Auburn, Khaimano (back from the dead) and more (might even consider a bunch of 'songs inspired by the motion picture' tracks).
I'll also be sorting out some web-based marketing and if any of you guys out there who read this have blogs, if you could put a banner or button for the film on your blog it would be greatly appreciated (in other words: pimp me, godammit!).
That's that. my feet are sore and I'm feeling sticky. Gonna be checking out some guitar stores later. After that, God knows what else.
keep on truckin', bitches.
Yup. Since y'all are such devout readers of this blog I shall give thee a sneak peek of the upcoming Y2k album's packaging. Stuck in the damn rain in a cyber cafe near the studio.When we went in, it was sunny. Ten minutes after logging in it pissed down. And we're supposed to be in the studio cleaning up. Too much rain. Heavy, big cow penis urine type rain. Me no like. Me wait. For now. Another one of them on-line "oh, my God, it's almost true! How did the computer do it!?" kinda things available at this link. For my birth date, 20th of June, it tells me: "You are a virtual roller coaster of emotions, and most people enjoy the ride." (I'm the human equivalent of cocaine?) "Your mood tends to set the tone of the room, and when you're happy, this is a good thing." (I wonder what birthdate tells you it's a bad thing to be happy?) "When you get in a dark mood, watch out - it's very hard to get you out of it." (Aha. I'm doomed to be emo. At least I have an excuse. "It's not my fault I'm depressed! My birthdate dictates it so!" Bollocks.) "It's sometimes hard for you to cheer up, and your gloom can be contagious." (Sounds like a super-villain's powers: "I can make you all unhappy by being unhappy! Give me a million bucks or I'll watch 'Requiem for a Dream' on a loop and make you all suffer!" ...or not.) "Your strength: Your warm heart" (Makes sense. If it said "your rippling abs" I'd call it a lying fucker.) "Your weakness: Trouble controlling your emotions" (It's official. I'm the Hulk.) "Your power color: Black" (More proof of emo-ness! God save me...) "Your power symbol: Musical note" (The only bit which made me feel quite gooey. Either that or, combined with the other mentions of emo-ness, makes me qualified to buy an Epiphone SG down-tuned for me to sing heavy songs about having my heart broken. Perhaps I should just concede and start an emo band. All I need is a name... something with a day, or a date, or a month in it...) "Your power month: February" (...well, that solves that then.) Many people don't realize how much of a pain in the neck it can be to start your own company. Everyone thinks about the fact that you don't have a boss, you're you're own boss, you're living the dream... ...they never think about the tough times, though. It's almost always taken for granted. "Oh, of course it'll be tough, but with hard work and perseverance and planning, we'll get through it." Bollocks. It's like putting on a play: anything that can go wrong will go wrong. For example: 1. The Day We Forgot to Close the Windows See, we don't have an awning above our windows on the second floor, and since we're still starting up whenever possible we switch off the air conditioners and let fresh (a very loose definition of fresh) air in. The problem is when it rains and we forget to close the windows. That's when shit like this happens: The photo doesn't really show just how fucking wet the floor was. It was about a half inch deep (at some points even an inch). Since we're not hiring cleaners, guess who has to mop up? (I was cleaning up to, but there was no one else to document this so that's why only Saiful appears). Worst of all, though, was the fact that amongst the windows that were left open during the shitstorm was the one in our storage area: See those CD's? That's some of our stock, godammit. From Japan, godammit! So what do you do when your CD's are wet? Well, most of them were saved by the shrink wrapping. However, some weren't and the CD sleeves got wet. That's when the hair-dryer comes in handy: Still didn't do that good a job, though. Since we had the mops, Saiful decided to clean up the staff toilet. In the toilet were two bottles: one marked 'Ajax toilet cleaner', the other unlabelled. Guess which one Saiful used? I was in the main office, sorting out some stuff on the computer when I heard Saiful choking and coughing between bouts of screaming "FUCK!". I popped over to the toilet to see smoke coming out of the bog and wondering "is that steam? Why did he install a water heater?" Unfortunately, it wasn't steam. The photo doesn't really show just how fucked up the situation was. Either the stuff Saiful poured into the toilet was ammonia or possibly some form of sulphuric acid. Either way, the second this stuff made contact with the ground it started fizzing and a white smoke filled up the place (Saiful used a lot of this strange liquid). One whiff of it would burn up your lungs and make you feel like coughing up your innards. We couldn't open the windows because it was still raining so we instead decided to run the fuck out. The stuff did clean the toilet, though (although it missed a spot, but I doubt we'll be using that bottle again). A more common problem is the next one: 2. The Wrath of the Accountants After yesterday's meeting with accountant, I have decided to one day go to Kinokuniya, look up the history of accounting, find out who invented it, take a course in astro-physics and dedicate my life inventing a time machine so that I can find the evil fucker who invented cash flow statements, income forecasts, balance sheets, accruences, assets, liabilities, depreciation and all that other bollocks and have him raped by mutant seals with surgically grafted whale cocks. That's how much I fucking hate accounting. I don't get it. I don't understand it. There is no form of logic that can explain accounting. My father kept telling me "you were good at maths, why can't you do this?" to which I'd reply, "maths is based on logic. This is based on the random musings of satan's love-child". Ok, so I didn't really say that, but it was along those lines. Then there's the other problem: 3. Marketing Madness I'm lacking in budget to print mega-advertising like I was used to when working in an advertising agency, which has limited my creativity about marketing this place. There's also the fact that I'm the client now, which means my priorities are not for great works of advertising, but stuff that just works. Saiful's been doing his best to get people to come check out the studio, but many are put off by the distance. The thing is, once people check it out, they book straight away. Repeat clients aren't a problem. First timers are. And it's pissing me off. We've got targets to reach and I'm worried about reaching them. We've got bills to pay, salaries to pay, equipment to maintain and lives to lead. And this lack of customers is driving me up the wall. But, apart from all this (and the many other fucked up things that happen), it's still my business. I'm takin' care of business and at the end of the day, that's what it's all about. There are many pitfalls (very fucking annoying ones) but hopefully, hopefully, we'll get through it. And if not, I have a few grand saved up as safety money. If all else fails, I'm using it to buy me a Steyr rifle to pop a cap in some unruly asses. For shits n' giggles. So what's been happening in the world of the Gube, eh? What indeed. Many, many things. So many, in fact, that I've double booked myself this Friday which has caused much pain and suffering to all those concerns, both financially and emotionally. But not in an extreme way. Ciplak's fate is to be decided by next week at the latest. If all goes well you shall soon see me bombing the country with flyers and possibly cheap, illegal marketing methods such as stenciling (to be decided). The studio is, well, going ok so far. It could be a whole lot better, but a lot of people don't want to come and check it out due to it being 'far'. Those that have trekked to the studio, however, have made bookings. Someone out there, please help spread the word that this is NOT some egg carton covered studio but an actual, fully working recording facility with kick-ass guitar amps. Godammit. My brain has been wracked with numbers and figures and accounting terms that I don't understand which pisses me off to no end. To ease this I have taken to fooling around with my guitar a helluva lot, trying to find that perfect sound (which is almost there, but not quite). What geekery. This has been my life for the past two months: working on music, movies, more music and missing half the day's sun. Working without a salary (yet) and hoping and praying for the moment where I'm finally there. I've been here so long it's making me sick. I want to be there for fucks sake. Sure, I'm doing what I want, but at a price, and it's a price I pay gladly but with a slightly heavy heart. Good things come to those who wait, I guess. ... Quit taking your time and gimme my dues, dammit! |
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