am okay selling it here

macdammy:
Good day every one
Hope you had a nice day

I humbly want to use this medium to ask if anyone here has any of the things listed below.
If by chance you have and no longer in use, please kindly help a brother by giving out.

2. DAW/Audio Interface Combo
3. Studio Monitors
4. One or Two Microphones
5. Headphones
6. A Few Cables
7. One Mic Stand
8. A Pop Filter
This is my phone number 08108487065

These things are needed urgently, and will be forever appreciated.
God bless you abundantly

i have fairly used monitor, new pop filter and mic how much u give me for all three

and softwares
fabfilter
cubase
studio one 4
vahala
soundtoy
decapitator
autotune pro 9
nectar 3
nectar element

i keep telling upcoming artist expecially the once that barely have 10 plays after spending money for a session but will spend lower d amount to promote, if u put ur songs up for sale as an upcoming, 80 % of this will happen

1 hardly any one will stream cause people just dont go about paying to listen to unknown artist same reason u dont waste time downloading a movie filled up with people u don't know

2 when was d last time u went to the cinema to watch a movie by unknown actors

3 u keep getting lesser fans as u share ur paid streaming link

4 your fans see u as d wanna make quick cash artist, mind u d more fans u gather d more rep u get d more shows u get called to. first d shows start with beer or transport money then its i will pay for ur Lodge n it keep stepping up.

5 free downloads link gives ur fan and enemies an idea of what u got to offer, if d song is good they start following u and awaiting for u to drop something new and when they share u get new fans

6. who is ur favorite artist?
when last u paid to listen to his/her singles or album online?


my 2cent anyway, just humble ur self, that fellow wen dey tell u say ur songs go dey itunes me tunes, u go get paid, just want to get paid.

seem like a good mic check YouTube for users review that will get u started, am even trying to buy Takstar SM 8B

sorry i dont get, he grabbed the taser n dey shot him wow he didnt even grab his gun just d taser

selling my beringer c1 mic

15k negotiating is open, has noise if u increase the gain too much

here are some songs have done with it

http://www.soundlala.com/track_audio.php?id=1429

http://www.soundlala.com/track_audio.php?id=1177

http://www.soundlala.com/track_audio.php?id=812

http://www.soundlala.com/track_audio.php?id=1555

http://www.soundlala.com/track_audio.php?id=1205

house 10 studio

disc less lol sounds like dickless
and standard edition


Simply called the PS5 Digital Edition, this version of the hardware has no optical disc drive, as you can see in the image Sony provided on its live stream.

There is a noticeable thinness and lack of visible disc slot to the digital version where the disc drive is located on the standard model.


so choose wiseless b4 u begin argue with seller online after u receive ur product.

then again why make a discless version? xbox things i guess.

unto d next one

Froshloaded:

y u hate am?

Froshloaded:
The pad no too make sense

too long, one of d reasons i hate xbox pad, my hand dey quick pain me

The story of how three crewmen lived more than a week in the middle of the Pacific in a wrecked sailboat with almost nothing.



On November 25, 2019, Chris Carney and his two-man crew, Pete Brown and Jun “Sumi” Sumiyama, set off from Japan on their way to Hawaii in a 42-foot sailboat, the Coco-Haz III. They had four weeks to cross the world’s largest ocean.

The boat’s owner, a retired Japanese dentist, needed the trip done in a hurry—he’d lose a boat slip he’d rented if it didn’t arrive in time. Carney didn’t think they would make it on schedule, even if everything went right. But things went far worse than he imagined when two catastrophes left them stranded in the middle of the sea.



Here is Carney’s story, as told to Outside.



It was morning when it happened. I got my raingear on and went up on the deck to make some changes to our course. I stuck my head up, and I couldn’t believe it—the mast was gone.



One of the shrouds that connected it to the ship just broke, I guess from metal fatigue. I’ve been sailing most of my life, and not only has this never happened on any boat I’ve been on, but I don’t know anybody else who’s had this happen to them, the mast just snapping like that.



It was December 19, and we were about a thousand miles from Oahu, Hawaii. We had lots of fuel, so we thought we could just motor in.



The next day, a storm hit us. The seas were at 10 to 13 feet, nothing too dangerous. But as soon as night fell, there was one wave that went by, and we all looked at each other thinking, Whoa, that was a big one.



The next wave didn’t just roll us, it picked us up and threw us. We landed upside down in the sea.



It was incredibly violent. What they show on TV, when the camera goes up and down and things are falling? It doesn’t do it justice. Stuff was flying everywhere.



The battery came blasting out of the engine compartment and shot through the cabin like a rocket. We got thrown around pretty good, and we were all bruised and cut. Sumi hit his head. We didn’t know how bad it was until later.



The three of us were standing on the ceiling, and the water was coming in fast. At first it was shin-deep, and then it came up to our knees. In no time it was at our thighs. The hatch was up in the front, underwater. I kept picturing what that would be like, opening that hatch and coming out on the surface during a storm. We would be in the middle of the ocean with nothing.



I was sure that this was where we were going to die, right here in this storm, in this water. I was thinking, God, this boat’s got to right itself. Sailboats are designed to flip back over if they roll, but you never know what’s going to happen at sea.



Finally, it did roll. But even though the boat was upright, we were waist-deep in water, with the storm sending in more every time a wave broke over us. The engine was flooded. Most of our fuel went into the ocean. We lost our navigation, all our electronics, nearly all of our fresh water—everything. We were dead in the water and adrift.



We did our best to bail. The waves were slamming into us, and the hull started to crack. If we had a breach, the boat was going to sink in about 30 seconds.



The storm didn’t break, and it was miserable. We were cold, and everything was wet. No dry clothes, no dry beds. We went on starvation rations, like five almonds per day. By rationing what little water and food we had left, we thought we could make it maybe 40 or 50 days. I had never seriously faced my mortality before. Everyone knows they’re going to die. But they don’t think that they are going die in 50 days.



The storm finally broke after 36 hours. We estimated that we had about 700 miles to go, so we rigged up a makeshift sail from the boat’s bimini top, kind of like a convertible top for a car. With that, we could make one or two knots, but if the current is one or two knots against you, you’re not going anywhere.



At that point, our biggest issue was morale. Each of us was entertaining our worst fears. Sumi kind of withdrew. He had a severe concussion, and he was sleeping 18 hours a day. He became very silent. Pete, who’s from Tennessee, kept coming up with these songs on the banjo. They were pretty morose. He was singing about how he’d never see his family again and how the sea was going to get him.



I gave us about a 10 percent chance. Pete was giving us much less. We had a compass but no maps and only a moderate indication of where we might be. Dead reckoning is a sketchy way to navigate; it’s just guessing the direction you’re going and how fast you’re traveling, but that’s what we did.



The wind rarely shifts in that part of the ocean, so we used little ribbons tied around the boat to see where it was coming from. At night we relied on the feel of the wind on our cheeks. We thought we were at about 24 degrees north latitude when the rogue wave hit, so I figured that if we got down to 21 degrees, we might end up in the shipping lanes.



During the days, our time was occupied by tinkering with things. One guy would be driving, one guy who had been on watch the night before would be napping, and the other would be tinkering.



Nothing we did could get that engine working. The satellite phone was wet, so we put it in rice at first and then dried it in the sun. To no avail. It never did get working.



Out of the 15 or so flashlights we had on board, only one was fully waterproof, so it was the only one that survived. At night you could use the moon and the stars to navigate. But occasionally you’d have to look at the compass. So that flashlight was key.



One night Pete fumbled for the flashlight and knocked it into the ocean. It was floating in the water, and we were heading away from it.

Pete jumped in and swam. He was getting pretty far away from the boat. When he found it, he put it in his mouth, but the light was facing him, blinding him. He couldn’t see to swim back.

I tried to wake up Sumi so I could go in and help, but he was in a trance, still concussed. I was screaming to Pete: “Swim to my voice!........


more on the story here....
http://www.soundlala.com/news.php?id=1559

Bola146:
Yes especially on this nairaland, I met a guy, he lied that he is a single father of one, until i found out that he has 4 daughters

maybe girls dont count from where he is from

Hamachi:
All this while hunky saved my number as blessing tailor, but change it when we were together, the day I saw a lady picture on his WhatsApp I ask who the lady was and he was like my older sister who just married. Well she was older than him no doubt, the love affair continue until I received a call one faithful evening form a woman calling me blessing, me and she talk at length, she send me their wedding pictures and I send it to him.
Till date hunky is speechless....I took my leave ..

well hunky don bang sooooo unto the next one