It's easy to smile.

You can try to analyse a situation, come up with solutions and yet knowing that the core of your problem will still remain the same.

We've always allowed emotions to fly high and might, which I think is only human and there is absolutely nothing wrong letting your honesty out. But how do we maintain the integrity of our artistry when we have no choice but to allow someone else to step on it. Do we compromise? Or do we remain headstrong? What is then, the line drawn between the professionalism of our artistry and of ourselves as performers?

After awhile, it's tiring to string together politically correct words just to prove a point.

In other words, our useless numskull of a boss is a fucking arsehole who is also a piece of shit that knows nothing about what we do and insist on changes that makes no fucking sense.

It's easy to say 'Hey, I gonna fuck off from here in two months so why should I give a shit anymore?' but deep down, we know we still care when we felt heart-aches looking at the deliberately dismal performance just so we can 'get back at him'. We shouldn't kill our passion like that.

Meanwhile, in other financial news updates, Mr/Miss Random Person has returned almost* all of the $2150 that I so stupidly gave away. I say 'almost' because two other guys can't confirm without updating their bankbook or otherwise. Till then, I will officially thank Mr/Miss Random Person.
There may be hope in this world after all.

*(update) Thank you to Mr/Miss Random Person for being so kind. I'm really relieved right now. Thank you to those who showed their concerns, too, especially those who passed me their contacts for sugardaddies. Will keep it for rainy days.