Listening to Linkin Park - Faint
"...I can't feel...,...I won't be ignored." (while head bobbing)
Happiness and the whole development of yin ang yang, what goes around comes around, all good things end with more bad things. I went into my second interview at Safeway.com feeling over-confident, answering all the questions that Justino gave me. And guess what, my positive feelings have finally paid off. I'm no longer jobless. I have a, as aivy put it, JWB, job with benefits. I guess everyone who said waiting pays off, I guess it does. Thank you shipping and receiving for giving me the experience that I need to put my foot in the door. This is all part of my plan to get into my real occupation. Safeway.com is looking for a delivery driver to invoice their products, but for Part 2, I will at least have my foot in the door to move on into an entry-level technician. Who knows, maybe I'll be Executive Advisor, ha!
On the downside, I was punished with two parking tickets. I was so excited that I forgot that it was Thursday, and then the street cleaning people gave me a ticket for that. And then, while taking my drug test, I got another ticket because the meter ran out, and I didn't have anymore change. Oh well! Maybe, now everything will start to move up.
Beside the point, I hate urine test. Ever since I was a kid, I get to nervous and I can't go. I know this is a bit embarrassing, but who cares, I'm comfortable with it, and if people knew, I wouldn't worry about no more. Ha! Do I really want to let the audience know this type of information? As some say, TOO MUCH INFORMATION. Well, you have the option to read, so YOUR BAD.
- Way off topic -
Tediocarm: summer is time for students of your stature to rest and relax. Yeah you put in hours with school, and you're not earning as much money, but you have to put yourself in some type of shoes where you know you can move up or what not. You had the option to stay at GA, but I guess it didn't seem worth it. It helps to have experience in different areas, unlike me. I work for delivery once and always. Hopefully I'll move up.
PASA: enjoy your core retreat, I'm sure all of you will have fun and interesting stories that will not leave that place. Aivy, be good, please.
PS. My weekend is going to lonely, so I'll just play with my feet.
Thursday, August 21, 2003
Monday, August 18, 2003
Listening to B4-4 - Endlessly (Not Backstreet Boys or N'sync)
With a little inspiration to write once again, my Aivy has nearly left me in happy tears when I read august 15th entry. *sigh* You aren't the only lucky one hebeb. I love you.
With a complete three-sixty, I go off on my original topic of make-up, cosmetics, and guck. There are so many brand names, stuff out there that make people BEAUTIFUL. I guess its just the fact that we, as humans, tend to pull apart from each other to become a super monopoly, making money over those ideas that were already made how many years ago. Ladies and some gentlemen, when using human coloring to your bright faces...skin, use it, don't abuse it. There are some layers of make-up that you probably don't have to throw onto your faces. Going back to my innocent days, believe me, if I was innocent now, I'd be a priest, I had a girlfriend that I literally had to laugh at behind her back because she would look like a clown. No wonder that relationship didn't last long, she was so into trends and fads of social society. But now, I have Aivy, who puts on just enough make-up, when she needs to. Her and I usually talk smack when we are out and about looking at the breezie type of chickenheads that brand their faces with far-fetched colors of guck.
I am requested to sit in Aivy's bathroom while she puts her "face" on, just watching and contemplating on the effort and commitment most women take into putting make-up on. She would ask me how it looks, and my answer is always perfect. Seriously, if it is up to my standards, I am not going to say it doesn't look perfect for no reason. If something is off or if she puts too much eye stuff on, then I'll let her know. I'm pretty sure she'll do the same if like my playstation 2 was missing a chip or two, but that's just giving you, the audience, an example. Overall, I enjoy making my Aivy look the way she feels she may look. I let her know if there's too much. Like that white powder stuff that Yon put on at the end. TOO MUCH.
Going back one-eighty, I live in my hometown of San Francisco. I enjoy the environment here, except for the people, as usual and the way I thought before I went to San Jose. I'm not hating...ok, I am. There's nothing wrong with the people, its just the attitude of them. Ick! Rude people these past couple of weeks. But hey! It could be anywhere, I was just in the wrong place at the time.
AFTER THOUGHT: Adding two hundred people on my Friendster bookmarks is taking longer than I thought.
With a little inspiration to write once again, my Aivy has nearly left me in happy tears when I read august 15th entry. *sigh* You aren't the only lucky one hebeb. I love you.
With a complete three-sixty, I go off on my original topic of make-up, cosmetics, and guck. There are so many brand names, stuff out there that make people BEAUTIFUL. I guess its just the fact that we, as humans, tend to pull apart from each other to become a super monopoly, making money over those ideas that were already made how many years ago. Ladies and some gentlemen, when using human coloring to your bright faces...skin, use it, don't abuse it. There are some layers of make-up that you probably don't have to throw onto your faces. Going back to my innocent days, believe me, if I was innocent now, I'd be a priest, I had a girlfriend that I literally had to laugh at behind her back because she would look like a clown. No wonder that relationship didn't last long, she was so into trends and fads of social society. But now, I have Aivy, who puts on just enough make-up, when she needs to. Her and I usually talk smack when we are out and about looking at the breezie type of chickenheads that brand their faces with far-fetched colors of guck.
I am requested to sit in Aivy's bathroom while she puts her "face" on, just watching and contemplating on the effort and commitment most women take into putting make-up on. She would ask me how it looks, and my answer is always perfect. Seriously, if it is up to my standards, I am not going to say it doesn't look perfect for no reason. If something is off or if she puts too much eye stuff on, then I'll let her know. I'm pretty sure she'll do the same if like my playstation 2 was missing a chip or two, but that's just giving you, the audience, an example. Overall, I enjoy making my Aivy look the way she feels she may look. I let her know if there's too much. Like that white powder stuff that Yon put on at the end. TOO MUCH.
Going back one-eighty, I live in my hometown of San Francisco. I enjoy the environment here, except for the people, as usual and the way I thought before I went to San Jose. I'm not hating...ok, I am. There's nothing wrong with the people, its just the attitude of them. Ick! Rude people these past couple of weeks. But hey! It could be anywhere, I was just in the wrong place at the time.
AFTER THOUGHT: Adding two hundred people on my Friendster bookmarks is taking longer than I thought.
Thursday, August 14, 2003
A pounding feeling in my head as Charlie hammers and stammers...ehhh
I just recently found out Ben Affleck cheated on Jennifer Lopez. I must say, it's about time. Not saying that they can't be normal humans, but I say if movie stars must maintain a reputation of being that "how to be a hollywood bad ass in 10 days", then so be it.
I don't believe I remember what I was thinking about earlier, so here, a little spoken lyrical poetry that should belong in one of those American Literature books that we read for AMS1A or 1B:
"Grasping to the thought all must come down, withering away with such torment that has voided the great beyond.
Delivering the rare raunchy feeling to wheel away from, cautious counting to the negative torment that all is under.
Belonging to nothing,
Walking with everything,
Voicing the mute of the ear,
Finalizing that we all must enjoy now."
I just recently found out Ben Affleck cheated on Jennifer Lopez. I must say, it's about time. Not saying that they can't be normal humans, but I say if movie stars must maintain a reputation of being that "how to be a hollywood bad ass in 10 days", then so be it.
I don't believe I remember what I was thinking about earlier, so here, a little spoken lyrical poetry that should belong in one of those American Literature books that we read for AMS1A or 1B:
"Grasping to the thought all must come down, withering away with such torment that has voided the great beyond.
Delivering the rare raunchy feeling to wheel away from, cautious counting to the negative torment that all is under.
Belonging to nothing,
Walking with everything,
Voicing the mute of the ear,
Finalizing that we all must enjoy now."
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
Listening to The Beatles - In My Life
The new school year is about to start, yet I will not be attending. I've graduated from a high society of academics, and where does it leave me. It all depends on my luck in the near or even closer future. So far, this summer has been one of my brightest and most happiest. I have someone to share almost every moment of it. Recently, Aivy and I went camping at Lake Camanche, also where I've gone many times as a child, for a good amount of time as our new york trip. This time, there were no sites to see, no restaurants to visit, no special monuments that were destroyed. We just set up our purple dome of a tent together. I expected to have trouble putting together the tent with Aivy because it was really windy. But, my bebble showed as much patience as I did. -Thank You Bebble- This year, I finally decided to use an air mattress, and did it work! My back never felt better. For those of you who don't know, I have a fragile back.
I would think that most of my thinking habits goes to wondering if Aivy is ok, or if she is comfortable with the surroundings I bring her into, as she does for me. I don't necessarily force her to do anything out of the unusual, or out of the usual. Her freedom is her's to control. I was happy that she enjoyed most of the camping trip with me, except for that damn water splashin' us in our faces. Quick fear: When I'm in water that you can't see under, I'm frightened. I would easily jump into the water and maybe float for awhile, but I start to become terrified when my feet aren't touching ground. I feel as if something or someone is going to just grab my leg or ankle and drag me down. -shiver-
The food that we prepared for the camping trip was great: marinated chicken, hamburger patties, jack london marinade for our chewy steaks, lots of liquids, and a box of plasitic fingers. Sleeping at ten-thirty each night and waking at eight-thirty in the morning was quite amazing. Well, with the help of the sun blazing on the our purple dome of a tent, I couldn't bare the heat, incrediblly, Aivy stayed with the super warm feeling for an extra hour or two each morning. The nights were astonishing because the moon beamed across the darkened sky and luminated the earthy terrain.
This year, I didn't spend most of the time with the main camp, which wasn't very different from spending time with them because I hardly talk, I 'observe'. I actually remained with the 3-campers of choice on our #89 campground. And yes, they do fight a lot, over nothing. But that's a whole different blog. At least, I know for sure that if Aivy and I went on a camping trip along just the two of us, we'll manage to grab hold of the situation and live out the time there with much relaxation. Until next time kids, be alert and watch out for that darn Blaster Worm virus.
The new school year is about to start, yet I will not be attending. I've graduated from a high society of academics, and where does it leave me. It all depends on my luck in the near or even closer future. So far, this summer has been one of my brightest and most happiest. I have someone to share almost every moment of it. Recently, Aivy and I went camping at Lake Camanche, also where I've gone many times as a child, for a good amount of time as our new york trip. This time, there were no sites to see, no restaurants to visit, no special monuments that were destroyed. We just set up our purple dome of a tent together. I expected to have trouble putting together the tent with Aivy because it was really windy. But, my bebble showed as much patience as I did. -Thank You Bebble- This year, I finally decided to use an air mattress, and did it work! My back never felt better. For those of you who don't know, I have a fragile back.
I would think that most of my thinking habits goes to wondering if Aivy is ok, or if she is comfortable with the surroundings I bring her into, as she does for me. I don't necessarily force her to do anything out of the unusual, or out of the usual. Her freedom is her's to control. I was happy that she enjoyed most of the camping trip with me, except for that damn water splashin' us in our faces. Quick fear: When I'm in water that you can't see under, I'm frightened. I would easily jump into the water and maybe float for awhile, but I start to become terrified when my feet aren't touching ground. I feel as if something or someone is going to just grab my leg or ankle and drag me down. -shiver-
The food that we prepared for the camping trip was great: marinated chicken, hamburger patties, jack london marinade for our chewy steaks, lots of liquids, and a box of plasitic fingers. Sleeping at ten-thirty each night and waking at eight-thirty in the morning was quite amazing. Well, with the help of the sun blazing on the our purple dome of a tent, I couldn't bare the heat, incrediblly, Aivy stayed with the super warm feeling for an extra hour or two each morning. The nights were astonishing because the moon beamed across the darkened sky and luminated the earthy terrain.
This year, I didn't spend most of the time with the main camp, which wasn't very different from spending time with them because I hardly talk, I 'observe'. I actually remained with the 3-campers of choice on our #89 campground. And yes, they do fight a lot, over nothing. But that's a whole different blog. At least, I know for sure that if Aivy and I went on a camping trip along just the two of us, we'll manage to grab hold of the situation and live out the time there with much relaxation. Until next time kids, be alert and watch out for that darn Blaster Worm virus.
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