My NEC's hard drive is dead. 'Abuse and misuse', Jeremy said.
So if I REALLY want my prom / Cameron / Langkawi / misc photographs and my Art scans, I've to send it to the forensics. $93 for analysis, $1000 for extraction. Well, if I REALLY want to. But I think you guys will be sweet enough to send me photo links and all. Thank you in advance. [And no, I wasn't this cool when Jeremy made that heartless statement.]
And I'm pretty proud of myself for refusing to change NEC and just sticking to upgrading it. Dad was like, 'You want your Macbook? Or an IBM Thinkpad?', and I was so tempted, before these lil words started dancing around in my head - 'How much do you make per hour? How long will you take to save up for Macbook then?'.
Ahh, work makes me a better person.
Today I got to help a stylist pick outfits for a photoshoot tomorrow, and my copy was chosen for a Larry Jewellery ad. Yesterday I managed to get a sneak peek of top secret animations for Tiger Beer and helped direct some celebrities for a Hi-Def recording. In fact, I think the more I complain, the better work gets.
11:35:00 pm