Overtime is the bestest
I work five days a week now. The only part that sucks is that my weekend starts Tuesday night and ends Thursday night. I'm going to be working this Halloween, and I just realized that I'll be the #1 driver at my store now. Caesar is predicted to be transferred to another store, or maybe fired like the rest. I doubt he'll be fired because he's an excellent worker for (S).com. So, it seems as if I'm the only full-timer at Geary & Webster, eh. So, as of the past 3-days, I've worked nearly 5-hours of overtime this week. Every friday, my body is so relaxed to work, yet lazy. By Sunday night, I'm in agony and miserable that work is doing whatever to me, eh. The craziest part is that Monday and Tuesday are the BIG days. That means having twelve to seventeen deliveries in less than five hours. Though, I was proud of myself last Friday because I achieved thirteen deliveries in 2-hours, but this is probably irrelevent to any of you.
Let me tell you, the information that I've learned for my major is slowly slipping away. I need to update and tutor myself on the simple education that I learned in IT. Like, the hexadecimal to binary ratio, and the equations on how to find resistor, current, and voltage. Which one is added in the series circuit that is the sum of reciprocal? Tell me, tell me please, eh. Anyone need to be tutored?
Note: Leaving Hayward the other morning, the water smelled like Hydrogen Peroxide, H2PO3, I think, eh.
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
Sunday, October 26, 2003
Letting my sorrows sweat away
I should be used to working outside in the heat, since that's how it was in San Jose. But, don't you think it's a little odd having hot fall nights in the post season of October. Kids won't want to go Trick'r Treatin' if they're sweatin' their buns off in their costumes. Yeah right! Candy candy candy is what's on their minds. Anyway, unlike last Halloween, I'm scheduled to work that whole day. Especially, the first evening after daylight savings has sort of helped my deliveries. It wasn't as hot when I was doing my stuff because the sun was completely down by nearly five o'clock earlier. My sweat drowned my face, while the drops of liquid salt fell into my stinging eyes.
Talking to my friend, Edison, the other night and reminiscing on my days of Holy Name school, class of '93. Last Friday, he calls me up and asks me if I wanted to hangout. Little did I know was that our old friend, Kevin, was also chilling at the house. Let me take you back, this is Kevin who I hung out with and bonded with before Edison transferred to HN. I guess you can say Kevin was one of my bestfriends back in the day, but as time expanded, so did the distance. We went to different high school's and completely different colleges. My connection with Ed probably stayed because we went to the same college, and we were roommates our first year at SJSU. Unlike my high school era, I enjoyed some of the people at HN, like Kevin, Edison, James, Ariel, Simon, Joseph, Porsia, Michelle, Cheryl, Elizabeth, and so on. Mainly, I connected more with the Asian and Filipino crowd not knowing that nationality as a youth tends to keep groups of elementary students in their own little niches.
With this group, we had a small little get together back in my Sophomore year of college, in which both Edison and I didn't go to, leaving Kevin to kick it with Tuan. Someday, it'll happen once again, and I'll try to make it this time, mainly because I am back in San Francisco. Strange how things work for me.
I've managed to make strong friendships in San Jose, though, the people I hangout with now are the same people I kicked it with in eighth grade. Do things happen for a reason? My SJ homies have their area of the bay, and I am stuck in my rut. -sigh-
Friendship Games 2003 is over and everyone is on their way home, I think. I'm going to Aivy's house tonight to surprise her, even though she knows I'm going there. Oh well, I'm excited to see my bebeh. I hope she's excited to see me. Love you Bubu.
note: Sadness changes emotions as love engulfs all feelings of a hug. -hmm-
I should be used to working outside in the heat, since that's how it was in San Jose. But, don't you think it's a little odd having hot fall nights in the post season of October. Kids won't want to go Trick'r Treatin' if they're sweatin' their buns off in their costumes. Yeah right! Candy candy candy is what's on their minds. Anyway, unlike last Halloween, I'm scheduled to work that whole day. Especially, the first evening after daylight savings has sort of helped my deliveries. It wasn't as hot when I was doing my stuff because the sun was completely down by nearly five o'clock earlier. My sweat drowned my face, while the drops of liquid salt fell into my stinging eyes.
Talking to my friend, Edison, the other night and reminiscing on my days of Holy Name school, class of '93. Last Friday, he calls me up and asks me if I wanted to hangout. Little did I know was that our old friend, Kevin, was also chilling at the house. Let me take you back, this is Kevin who I hung out with and bonded with before Edison transferred to HN. I guess you can say Kevin was one of my bestfriends back in the day, but as time expanded, so did the distance. We went to different high school's and completely different colleges. My connection with Ed probably stayed because we went to the same college, and we were roommates our first year at SJSU. Unlike my high school era, I enjoyed some of the people at HN, like Kevin, Edison, James, Ariel, Simon, Joseph, Porsia, Michelle, Cheryl, Elizabeth, and so on. Mainly, I connected more with the Asian and Filipino crowd not knowing that nationality as a youth tends to keep groups of elementary students in their own little niches.
With this group, we had a small little get together back in my Sophomore year of college, in which both Edison and I didn't go to, leaving Kevin to kick it with Tuan. Someday, it'll happen once again, and I'll try to make it this time, mainly because I am back in San Francisco. Strange how things work for me.
I've managed to make strong friendships in San Jose, though, the people I hangout with now are the same people I kicked it with in eighth grade. Do things happen for a reason? My SJ homies have their area of the bay, and I am stuck in my rut. -sigh-
Friendship Games 2003 is over and everyone is on their way home, I think. I'm going to Aivy's house tonight to surprise her, even though she knows I'm going there. Oh well, I'm excited to see my bebeh. I hope she's excited to see me. Love you Bubu.
note: Sadness changes emotions as love engulfs all feelings of a hug. -hmm-
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Listening to 112 - Your Letter
What can I say, sometimes I amaze myself in the tribulations of growing up. Talking to a friend of mine, Gwen, online and I told her that it was my first time I'm not going to friendship games. I can never regret the many years I've been there to meet, enjoy, and complain the ways of this huge brown gathering. Although, this year, I must back down from such socializing and do what I must in my life as a college graduate, alumni, a pure adult. I must go to work.
Ehhh!? Unlike my entry a few days ago, being it almost ten days later, the sharks haven't won a second game yet.
To those going to friendship games this weekend, enjoy the time there, and never regret what happens. It is like Las Vegas, what ever happens in Vegas stays there. Nearly a year later, what had happened in Fullerton that last Saturday night has turned into nearly fourteen months of undeniable happiness, sadness, madness, and collective emotions. It's the bestest of the best.
So long past memories and welcome new memories. I can't entirely let go of what has happened in my past, but I'll cherish what left of it I have. My friends, my acquaintances, my education, my let-downs, my pick-me-ups, and definitely my sincere greatnesses.
Note: The competitiveness in the 'games' was not worth the stress. If school's want to cheat, let them cheat. If one wins on pure skill, they're worth my handshake.
What can I say, sometimes I amaze myself in the tribulations of growing up. Talking to a friend of mine, Gwen, online and I told her that it was my first time I'm not going to friendship games. I can never regret the many years I've been there to meet, enjoy, and complain the ways of this huge brown gathering. Although, this year, I must back down from such socializing and do what I must in my life as a college graduate, alumni, a pure adult. I must go to work.
Ehhh!? Unlike my entry a few days ago, being it almost ten days later, the sharks haven't won a second game yet.
To those going to friendship games this weekend, enjoy the time there, and never regret what happens. It is like Las Vegas, what ever happens in Vegas stays there. Nearly a year later, what had happened in Fullerton that last Saturday night has turned into nearly fourteen months of undeniable happiness, sadness, madness, and collective emotions. It's the bestest of the best.
So long past memories and welcome new memories. I can't entirely let go of what has happened in my past, but I'll cherish what left of it I have. My friends, my acquaintances, my education, my let-downs, my pick-me-ups, and definitely my sincere greatnesses.
Note: The competitiveness in the 'games' was not worth the stress. If school's want to cheat, let them cheat. If one wins on pure skill, they're worth my handshake.
Friday, October 17, 2003
Thoughts keep running through my cranium
Do nice guys really finish last? - I once was one of these individuals who continued to feel last in line in the kissing booth. Just imagine myself in Revenge of the Nerds, Part One, when the Alpha Betas had their booth in the Adams College Greek Carnival, I bought one ticket to kiss the girl, but one problem is that the better guy(s) keeps cutting the line. The nice guy doesn't even finish. The guy with the babyface, the guy with the nice car, the guy with the nice body continues to put himself first, second, and last even before you can even get in the line.
I say, don't get in the line. The mentality of the male race forces a downfall of emotions that continues to subdue their ability to find what is right in their life. Who knows what is right in their life? I don't know what is the correct way to live. I just live my life day by day. We have special characteristics that we enjoy as a hobby, fun, or boredom. Partaking in your daily doings, we never arrange what exactly what's going to happen in our life. The day turns our good, the day turns out bad, mainly because a simple incident that doesn't go your way. On the contrary, there is an occurrence that will lead positive upon positive situations to lead to temporary happiness. You can't believe in constant happiness (unless you are me, ha!, just playin').
When the San Jose Sharks lose, when Aivy is having a bad day, when I'm forced to rush, when money because a fatal issue, when things don't go as planned, when... These are some bad times that I must endure in my life to try and find the light that shines of happiness. We ALL have feelings that sets our emotions into a mixture that should not be ignored. The Sharks lose, maybe they'll win the next one. When Aivy is down, I am there to hug her and love her. When I'm rushing, I take a deep breath and tell myself that my normal pace is good enough. And so forth.
With 'Nice Guys Finishing Last' and knowing that happiness has its downsides, we make ourselves feel the way we do because that's the way we are. No one can change us, no one can make us feel differently, no one has the ability to enslave us in their revolving life. If all you nice guys want to enter that 'line', make a new one and take what you have to keep that line together.
Note: Does anyone understand what I was saying? I hope so.
Do nice guys really finish last? - I once was one of these individuals who continued to feel last in line in the kissing booth. Just imagine myself in Revenge of the Nerds, Part One, when the Alpha Betas had their booth in the Adams College Greek Carnival, I bought one ticket to kiss the girl, but one problem is that the better guy(s) keeps cutting the line. The nice guy doesn't even finish. The guy with the babyface, the guy with the nice car, the guy with the nice body continues to put himself first, second, and last even before you can even get in the line.
I say, don't get in the line. The mentality of the male race forces a downfall of emotions that continues to subdue their ability to find what is right in their life. Who knows what is right in their life? I don't know what is the correct way to live. I just live my life day by day. We have special characteristics that we enjoy as a hobby, fun, or boredom. Partaking in your daily doings, we never arrange what exactly what's going to happen in our life. The day turns our good, the day turns out bad, mainly because a simple incident that doesn't go your way. On the contrary, there is an occurrence that will lead positive upon positive situations to lead to temporary happiness. You can't believe in constant happiness (unless you are me, ha!, just playin').
When the San Jose Sharks lose, when Aivy is having a bad day, when I'm forced to rush, when money because a fatal issue, when things don't go as planned, when... These are some bad times that I must endure in my life to try and find the light that shines of happiness. We ALL have feelings that sets our emotions into a mixture that should not be ignored. The Sharks lose, maybe they'll win the next one. When Aivy is down, I am there to hug her and love her. When I'm rushing, I take a deep breath and tell myself that my normal pace is good enough. And so forth.
With 'Nice Guys Finishing Last' and knowing that happiness has its downsides, we make ourselves feel the way we do because that's the way we are. No one can change us, no one can make us feel differently, no one has the ability to enslave us in their revolving life. If all you nice guys want to enter that 'line', make a new one and take what you have to keep that line together.
Note: Does anyone understand what I was saying? I hope so.
Sunday, October 12, 2003
Sitting back with relief, knowing the SJ Sharks have the ability to win a game
This weekend exhausted my body in ways that I thought never existed. My determination to rush while I work left my body in a physically, abnormal position. My back hardly hurts, but my knees are slowly become fragile. In just a simple word, I feel "ouch".
The San Jose Sharks won their first game of the season today.
"...there is an empitness inside of me that not even the numerous pounds of food i consume can fill." - anonymous
I can honestly say I've felt this feeling once before. [See previous entry -10/09/03] This emotion of solitude portrays our utter existence. We strive to be better, but in short notice, we discover that the prolonged attempts find us fading away from achieving such accomplishments. There have been times when my hand had reached out for a hand, success, a diploma, a love of my life. I made a promise to myself that nothing will stand in my path to achieve what I deserve. No one should settle for mediocre, average, or even above average. We deserve excellence. We demand what is longing to grasp in our hands. Most of the time, my support is worth taking, but sometimes, I want to push all of you to tackle those obstacles and catch your dreams. The season of warmth is beginning with depression and sadness. Soon, it will be Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. In just a couple of days, we will be celebrating the new year. Make promises to yourselves, keep your spirit alive, and never let anyone take you down.
Even now, there are times when I lay flat on my back in my bed, look straight up at the ceiling, breathe as if it was my last breaths. My thoughts continue to reflect on what I've done in this lifetime. My eyes rotate around the room, noticing that my path somehow collected memories and shouted out happiness. I hope one day this feeling will be yours.
note: The moon was very bright this weekend, did you notice its glimmer, its shine, its smile? I did
This weekend exhausted my body in ways that I thought never existed. My determination to rush while I work left my body in a physically, abnormal position. My back hardly hurts, but my knees are slowly become fragile. In just a simple word, I feel "ouch".
The San Jose Sharks won their first game of the season today.
"...there is an empitness inside of me that not even the numerous pounds of food i consume can fill." - anonymous
I can honestly say I've felt this feeling once before. [See previous entry -10/09/03] This emotion of solitude portrays our utter existence. We strive to be better, but in short notice, we discover that the prolonged attempts find us fading away from achieving such accomplishments. There have been times when my hand had reached out for a hand, success, a diploma, a love of my life. I made a promise to myself that nothing will stand in my path to achieve what I deserve. No one should settle for mediocre, average, or even above average. We deserve excellence. We demand what is longing to grasp in our hands. Most of the time, my support is worth taking, but sometimes, I want to push all of you to tackle those obstacles and catch your dreams. The season of warmth is beginning with depression and sadness. Soon, it will be Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. In just a couple of days, we will be celebrating the new year. Make promises to yourselves, keep your spirit alive, and never let anyone take you down.
Even now, there are times when I lay flat on my back in my bed, look straight up at the ceiling, breathe as if it was my last breaths. My thoughts continue to reflect on what I've done in this lifetime. My eyes rotate around the room, noticing that my path somehow collected memories and shouted out happiness. I hope one day this feeling will be yours.
note: The moon was very bright this weekend, did you notice its glimmer, its shine, its smile? I did
Thursday, October 09, 2003
10/06/2003 - Went to work. I actually went home early because I wasn't feeling to well. It was actually the first time I actually left anything because I was sick. I say, if you're sick, stick to what your priorities are. Most people stay home because they don't want to get anyone sick where they are. I also say, if you are able to go to school or work, don't worry about getting anyone sick. If you know how to keep your cold to yourself, it's the care of themselves that should matter. Don't you think. I'm not the one coughing without covering my mouth like some rude people. I wash my hands whenever I touch anything nowadays, AND I don't exchange a handshake or hug when I am sick.
10/07/2003 - Woke up next to Aivy and attempted to sleep in until a little past noon. Unfortunately, with my sleeping pattern I woke up before 9-am. Aivy's cousin's, Melissa, came over to kick it and get ready for work. Hey girl, if Aivy can care so much about you, then so will I. Since it's almost three days ago, I just remember that we finally got out of the house and went to TGIF's for Marco's birthday. Happy 21st Birthday, Marco!!!
10/08/2003 - Mistakenly, I went into work finding out that Caesar was there already. I was only supposed to take his October 1st Wednesday. My impression was that I was taking his Wednesday shift altogether. Oh well! Later that day, I got ready and I drove myself to Hayward. It has been awhile since I went and slept there. Aivy and I watched the Simpson's 1st Season episodes. We eventually fell asleep a little past midnight.
10/09/2003 - I find myself in a pickle. I like to see myself as patient and worth the time, and I sometimes need to be told that I am appreciated. There is a particular person that constantly gives me the pleasure and I thank you, my love. Everyone tends to need a little push toward gratification. Don't tell me that you can live your life without any acknowledgement. Maybe moving out of five roommate environment into my old home leads me into isolation. Also, my parental unit is out of town, so my only reach of company is Aivy. These past two weeks have been the best, just like the first 10-months that we've been together. I'm lonely. Not as lonely like I was nearly two or three January's ago. I decided to leave San Jose and stay in San Francisco for only one week. It left me disturbed and scared to be alone. My friends turned out to be home-bodies. There was no one. I broke down, even when I went back to San Jose. I wanted to just sleep until school started again. So, now, I tell anyone who has ever felt this, YOU AREN'T ALONE. Of course, if you're religiously affiliated, you have God. But, there is alwas someone out there in this world who has the same constant boredom as you do. And when there is no possible escape from isolation, take a look at yourself in the mirror, and realize that time spent with yourself, your mind, your ability to expand your life is limitless.
note: I am alone now. I worry for many that have made isolation impossible.
10/07/2003 - Woke up next to Aivy and attempted to sleep in until a little past noon. Unfortunately, with my sleeping pattern I woke up before 9-am. Aivy's cousin's, Melissa, came over to kick it and get ready for work. Hey girl, if Aivy can care so much about you, then so will I. Since it's almost three days ago, I just remember that we finally got out of the house and went to TGIF's for Marco's birthday. Happy 21st Birthday, Marco!!!
10/08/2003 - Mistakenly, I went into work finding out that Caesar was there already. I was only supposed to take his October 1st Wednesday. My impression was that I was taking his Wednesday shift altogether. Oh well! Later that day, I got ready and I drove myself to Hayward. It has been awhile since I went and slept there. Aivy and I watched the Simpson's 1st Season episodes. We eventually fell asleep a little past midnight.
10/09/2003 - I find myself in a pickle. I like to see myself as patient and worth the time, and I sometimes need to be told that I am appreciated. There is a particular person that constantly gives me the pleasure and I thank you, my love. Everyone tends to need a little push toward gratification. Don't tell me that you can live your life without any acknowledgement. Maybe moving out of five roommate environment into my old home leads me into isolation. Also, my parental unit is out of town, so my only reach of company is Aivy. These past two weeks have been the best, just like the first 10-months that we've been together. I'm lonely. Not as lonely like I was nearly two or three January's ago. I decided to leave San Jose and stay in San Francisco for only one week. It left me disturbed and scared to be alone. My friends turned out to be home-bodies. There was no one. I broke down, even when I went back to San Jose. I wanted to just sleep until school started again. So, now, I tell anyone who has ever felt this, YOU AREN'T ALONE. Of course, if you're religiously affiliated, you have God. But, there is alwas someone out there in this world who has the same constant boredom as you do. And when there is no possible escape from isolation, take a look at yourself in the mirror, and realize that time spent with yourself, your mind, your ability to expand your life is limitless.
note: I am alone now. I worry for many that have made isolation impossible.
Sunday, October 05, 2003
Late, can't sleep, waiting patiently
Sad times come and go, happy times come and linger, anger lingers and tends to take a bothering stand upon the self image. You can't fight the feelings that one has, emotions just lead to related events. Scared to see what would happen if lacking the sacrifice that I can forgive myself in due time. Not knowing that small incidents can revolve a whole lifetime upside down. Wondering if the sacrifices, the push & shove, for another is all worth the time. Indeed it is!
Seeing the reflection of the blogger setup, I linger myself into a constant wonder that will lead me into profound and eternal happiness. Making my brain into a connection of words that is just jumbled thoughts that turn into nothingness. Grasping what I have left of my strength, I try to make sense. I TRY to make sense. I try to stay on my feet mainly because sometimes my hands, my arms do not want to pick me up. Sentences of words, paragraphs put into sentences, and bodies of thought meaning almost nothing because the only person that understands me is...me. I crumble inside, tormenting myself with outer possibilities that yearn for physical acceptance. I rest my soul down, waiting for mine to pick me up. Take me, lead me, I believe I can succeed. With my shoulders erect, and my head high, I shall exist, I shall forego the sounds of birds welcome the morning rise. I shall exist. I will exist. Existence is forever. Forever is mine.
note: loving couples stay because of sacrifice.
Sad times come and go, happy times come and linger, anger lingers and tends to take a bothering stand upon the self image. You can't fight the feelings that one has, emotions just lead to related events. Scared to see what would happen if lacking the sacrifice that I can forgive myself in due time. Not knowing that small incidents can revolve a whole lifetime upside down. Wondering if the sacrifices, the push & shove, for another is all worth the time. Indeed it is!
Seeing the reflection of the blogger setup, I linger myself into a constant wonder that will lead me into profound and eternal happiness. Making my brain into a connection of words that is just jumbled thoughts that turn into nothingness. Grasping what I have left of my strength, I try to make sense. I TRY to make sense. I try to stay on my feet mainly because sometimes my hands, my arms do not want to pick me up. Sentences of words, paragraphs put into sentences, and bodies of thought meaning almost nothing because the only person that understands me is...me. I crumble inside, tormenting myself with outer possibilities that yearn for physical acceptance. I rest my soul down, waiting for mine to pick me up. Take me, lead me, I believe I can succeed. With my shoulders erect, and my head high, I shall exist, I shall forego the sounds of birds welcome the morning rise. I shall exist. I will exist. Existence is forever. Forever is mine.
note: loving couples stay because of sacrifice.
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
Phew!
I believe today has got to be the worst day of work that I've had, besides the first few days that I was working almost ten-hour shifts. There is nothing wrong with working overtime, especially when you get paid even more. I'm looking forward to getting small loads of work today; because by statistics, Wednesday is supposely the slowest day of the week. With my luck, I'm most likely going to be given ten-plus deliveries. DAMN! I receive thirteen frickin' orders for the morning shift. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE JOKING! My first Wednesday shift, and I get bombarded with the unfortunate. The afternoon is worse, yet crazy. By far, Jeremy and I get stuck with sixteen orders, meaning, we may miss the first minutes of Smallville. (And I do, all 33 minutes of it) Anyway, I was given five of sixteen to deliver separate from Jeremy, and I finish all of them within an hour, which I can't believe myself because before I was pacing at one and a half per hour. (no need for thanks) I call up my co-worker and tell him that we can start working together because the next seven orders are a complete leg tearing, stair climbing, terrible terrible work for us to do alone. I just added more customers to my Hate list. Before there was the Steiner lady, now there's the SCOTT lady. She orders 25 or more jugs of water, 10 six packs of bottles of water, and to top it off, 1 roll of toilet paper. Eh! In other words, pick up five bricks and prepare for misery of four sets of stairs that destroy the humanity of us, your (S) Delivery Persons. With a total of seven-six stairs multiplied by four trips, up and down, that comes to six hundred and eight stairs for ONE PERSON! Not to mention one more trip because we really didn't feel like giving her frozen and chilled items, but no, she complained and we brought them over. Ok! Now comes the crazy part, I'm sitting passenger seat while Jeremy is driving. This guy comes inches away from the cars in front of him at a stop light, drives 55mph in a residential, and swerves around people trying to turn left or right. The best I can do is just sit back and enjoy the roller coaster ride. (that what it seemed like)
Ok now, I total of about 25 miles per day of driving on an average day of work. That includes driving up hills of Nob Hill, Russian Hill, Marina, Embarcadero, going down Columbus, Chinatown, Tenderloin, Pacific Heights, Coit Tower...
And now I'm home, resting my legs, my arms, my back, my neck, and my feet, awaiting for my Off-stage Princess to appear at my door step.
It's October, PILIPINO HERITAGE MONTH. Yeah whatever. We should celebrate our pride, heritage, and well-being everyday. Instead, it's American and Worldly lifestyle that we walk in. We are clones and robots that live in social and political garbage. Only America where a World Wrestler, an Action Moviestar, plus 134 other candidates will strive to become Governor of a multi-diverse state. Shoot! "Ronald Reagan, the Actor" (Back to the Future), has become the President of the United States. I'm voting. THREE No's and Bustamonte. I think this whole recall situation is BS. Davis could be doing something for this state than try to promote himself for the position that he was legally voted in for. It's not his fault he's in such a bad situation with the state, we're the one's that voted him in. I really don't know.
Note: Barrelmen go down...and we like it!
I believe today has got to be the worst day of work that I've had, besides the first few days that I was working almost ten-hour shifts. There is nothing wrong with working overtime, especially when you get paid even more. I'm looking forward to getting small loads of work today; because by statistics, Wednesday is supposely the slowest day of the week. With my luck, I'm most likely going to be given ten-plus deliveries. DAMN! I receive thirteen frickin' orders for the morning shift. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE JOKING! My first Wednesday shift, and I get bombarded with the unfortunate. The afternoon is worse, yet crazy. By far, Jeremy and I get stuck with sixteen orders, meaning, we may miss the first minutes of Smallville. (And I do, all 33 minutes of it) Anyway, I was given five of sixteen to deliver separate from Jeremy, and I finish all of them within an hour, which I can't believe myself because before I was pacing at one and a half per hour. (no need for thanks) I call up my co-worker and tell him that we can start working together because the next seven orders are a complete leg tearing, stair climbing, terrible terrible work for us to do alone. I just added more customers to my Hate list. Before there was the Steiner lady, now there's the SCOTT lady. She orders 25 or more jugs of water, 10 six packs of bottles of water, and to top it off, 1 roll of toilet paper. Eh! In other words, pick up five bricks and prepare for misery of four sets of stairs that destroy the humanity of us, your (S) Delivery Persons. With a total of seven-six stairs multiplied by four trips, up and down, that comes to six hundred and eight stairs for ONE PERSON! Not to mention one more trip because we really didn't feel like giving her frozen and chilled items, but no, she complained and we brought them over. Ok! Now comes the crazy part, I'm sitting passenger seat while Jeremy is driving. This guy comes inches away from the cars in front of him at a stop light, drives 55mph in a residential, and swerves around people trying to turn left or right. The best I can do is just sit back and enjoy the roller coaster ride. (that what it seemed like)
Ok now, I total of about 25 miles per day of driving on an average day of work. That includes driving up hills of Nob Hill, Russian Hill, Marina, Embarcadero, going down Columbus, Chinatown, Tenderloin, Pacific Heights, Coit Tower...
And now I'm home, resting my legs, my arms, my back, my neck, and my feet, awaiting for my Off-stage Princess to appear at my door step.
It's October, PILIPINO HERITAGE MONTH. Yeah whatever. We should celebrate our pride, heritage, and well-being everyday. Instead, it's American and Worldly lifestyle that we walk in. We are clones and robots that live in social and political garbage. Only America where a World Wrestler, an Action Moviestar, plus 134 other candidates will strive to become Governor of a multi-diverse state. Shoot! "Ronald Reagan, the Actor" (Back to the Future), has become the President of the United States. I'm voting. THREE No's and Bustamonte. I think this whole recall situation is BS. Davis could be doing something for this state than try to promote himself for the position that he was legally voted in for. It's not his fault he's in such a bad situation with the state, we're the one's that voted him in. I really don't know.
Note: Barrelmen go down...and we like it!
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Watching my head roll off my shoulders
Maybe I'm bored, maybe I'm just tired of getting all of these bulletin messages on hoaxes and friendster shutdown BS, maybe it is easier to reach out to our friends, but what's the difference between friendster's "bulletin board" and "email". Email has always been there, yet we neglect the similarities that it relates with friendster. Emailing probably lacks time efficiency. I know this is pointless, but it is just a topic other than 'friendster shutdown', 'rohypnol/gesterex', 'quote of the day', god forbid 'clubbing advertisements'...oh and now, we're getting spammed by absolute strangers advertising information we get spammed through email. i must say the internet of stages from Aol 3.0 Pinoypinay chatrooms, AsianAvenue, Findapix.com, Xanga/Blogger/Livejournal, and now Friendster/Ringo/etc. must be thrilling to see the changes that we all may encounter. I know the internet keeps most of us from boredom, but we all need some outlet to the world. Is this possibly my outlet? My way to escape the unrealities of life is by getting myself back in tune with life. I get up in the morning, I get dressed and I go to work. I earn money, and I enjoy doing it.
Telling me everyday, in her own simple and maybe complex wording, I am appreciated. I am worth the world that drills robotic rituals into minds of incompetence.
Maybe I'm bored, maybe I'm just tired of getting all of these bulletin messages on hoaxes and friendster shutdown BS, maybe it is easier to reach out to our friends, but what's the difference between friendster's "bulletin board" and "email". Email has always been there, yet we neglect the similarities that it relates with friendster. Emailing probably lacks time efficiency. I know this is pointless, but it is just a topic other than 'friendster shutdown', 'rohypnol/gesterex', 'quote of the day', god forbid 'clubbing advertisements'...oh and now, we're getting spammed by absolute strangers advertising information we get spammed through email. i must say the internet of stages from Aol 3.0 Pinoypinay chatrooms, AsianAvenue, Findapix.com, Xanga/Blogger/Livejournal, and now Friendster/Ringo/etc. must be thrilling to see the changes that we all may encounter. I know the internet keeps most of us from boredom, but we all need some outlet to the world. Is this possibly my outlet? My way to escape the unrealities of life is by getting myself back in tune with life. I get up in the morning, I get dressed and I go to work. I earn money, and I enjoy doing it.
Telling me everyday, in her own simple and maybe complex wording, I am appreciated. I am worth the world that drills robotic rituals into minds of incompetence.
Monday, September 22, 2003
Rotating my head because when I do, my neck cracks like WHOA!
How did the toilet god treat you Ulo-boy? Ha! Lately, I've been waking up later than usual mainly because I've been staying out late. No more! I can't be coming into work at 9:59am with my boss, Liz, looking me in the eye and saying "Good Morning, Joey." I can't have that. Yes, I am being sarcastic, so shut your hole.
Famous Embarrassing Phrases - location: Multicultural Center, SJSU - when: Cabinet Meeting 2002 - quote: "Dude, Ted, I am black from the waist down." I suddenly realize that in the next room is African American Commencement. There goes me running out the back door while Ted is rolling on the ground laughing.
At work, I'm neutral between the two parties that engulf the working environment. There's Jeremy & Cesar, the two caucasian and white-washed latino (I think), who have been working at (S) for many months now, the laid back types that lack the motivation to go by the rules and most of the time rely on others to do THEIR work, and then there is Ron, the token black guy (there goes my sarcasm again), that has been working with (S) for a month, thinks he's the boss, friendly fellow, dislikes Jeremy (especially). When I work with Jeremy, he tends to help, but in a rush type, which hurts my body because I pace myself. Then there is Cesar who is dedicated to his job, knows what's up, and gives a welcoming AND helping hand without even asking. Ron does his best to take the easy loads while others do the hard stuff, expects help from others, while at the same time only helping those that are worth his time.
In other words, he helps Jeremy never, Cesar seldom, and me whenever I ask for it, but with limited efforts. I'm stuck. I don't know who to model my own work style with. I don't like Jeremy's attitude toward the work, BUT he gets his stuff done. Cesar? Nothing to say about him, I just feel in the middle between Jeremy and Ron. The first week of work, they gave me their sides on their opposition. Confusing. They're both idiotic co-workers, but hey, they're good people with their own styles.
Pet Peeve...people that don't signal when turning...more later.
note: I do what I do in my relationship because it makes me feel like I'm a good boyfriend. Am I? Duh! 9+ months and still counting.
How did the toilet god treat you Ulo-boy? Ha! Lately, I've been waking up later than usual mainly because I've been staying out late. No more! I can't be coming into work at 9:59am with my boss, Liz, looking me in the eye and saying "Good Morning, Joey." I can't have that. Yes, I am being sarcastic, so shut your hole.
Famous Embarrassing Phrases - location: Multicultural Center, SJSU - when: Cabinet Meeting 2002 - quote: "Dude, Ted, I am black from the waist down." I suddenly realize that in the next room is African American Commencement. There goes me running out the back door while Ted is rolling on the ground laughing.
At work, I'm neutral between the two parties that engulf the working environment. There's Jeremy & Cesar, the two caucasian and white-washed latino (I think), who have been working at (S) for many months now, the laid back types that lack the motivation to go by the rules and most of the time rely on others to do THEIR work, and then there is Ron, the token black guy (there goes my sarcasm again), that has been working with (S) for a month, thinks he's the boss, friendly fellow, dislikes Jeremy (especially). When I work with Jeremy, he tends to help, but in a rush type, which hurts my body because I pace myself. Then there is Cesar who is dedicated to his job, knows what's up, and gives a welcoming AND helping hand without even asking. Ron does his best to take the easy loads while others do the hard stuff, expects help from others, while at the same time only helping those that are worth his time.
In other words, he helps Jeremy never, Cesar seldom, and me whenever I ask for it, but with limited efforts. I'm stuck. I don't know who to model my own work style with. I don't like Jeremy's attitude toward the work, BUT he gets his stuff done. Cesar? Nothing to say about him, I just feel in the middle between Jeremy and Ron. The first week of work, they gave me their sides on their opposition. Confusing. They're both idiotic co-workers, but hey, they're good people with their own styles.
Pet Peeve...people that don't signal when turning...more later.
note: I do what I do in my relationship because it makes me feel like I'm a good boyfriend. Am I? Duh! 9+ months and still counting.
Friday, September 19, 2003
Stretching my back due to out of shape body movements
The past few days have been really and eye opener for me, not to mention some intense emotions that soar over most. Last Tuesday, I went to go pick up my Aivy. We talked and had our well-known dialogues that result into a wonderful hug. As I drove through the East Bay streets, I jumped onto the 84 on our way to Palo Alto. I took my Aivy out to Peninsula Creamery for a milkshake/dinner. This restaurant is one of our favorites. We even took our favorite boy toy, Paulo, to eat with us one time. Since it happened to be my day-off time, my Aivy slept over and held me tightly. -sigh-
On Wednesday, we woke up late, but we didn't have some intimate alone time. We decided to get off our butts and go to Lush. I took her to Lush and drove around my part of the city that I work. Yes! I know Downtown SF now. More later, I'm going to eat dinner...
The greatest feeling leaped into my lap last night when I dropped off my Aivy's burrito from La Victoria. The incredible feeling that is completely mutual that her and I are so very happy together. We looked into each other's eyes and saw the person we could spend the rest of our lives with. -sigh-
I lost my inspiration to write because the food made me a big tired. I guess all I can say is, Happy Birthday Paulo and Tediocarm. And you are both welcome for yesterday's treats, especially Barrelman Production's intern, Vesper. I hope you liked your steak. Anyway, I'm off to go play NHL2003 Season. I got work in the morning.
Note: People! Stop handing cigarettes to Aivy! That's all I ask.
The past few days have been really and eye opener for me, not to mention some intense emotions that soar over most. Last Tuesday, I went to go pick up my Aivy. We talked and had our well-known dialogues that result into a wonderful hug. As I drove through the East Bay streets, I jumped onto the 84 on our way to Palo Alto. I took my Aivy out to Peninsula Creamery for a milkshake/dinner. This restaurant is one of our favorites. We even took our favorite boy toy, Paulo, to eat with us one time. Since it happened to be my day-off time, my Aivy slept over and held me tightly. -sigh-
On Wednesday, we woke up late, but we didn't have some intimate alone time. We decided to get off our butts and go to Lush. I took her to Lush and drove around my part of the city that I work. Yes! I know Downtown SF now. More later, I'm going to eat dinner...
The greatest feeling leaped into my lap last night when I dropped off my Aivy's burrito from La Victoria. The incredible feeling that is completely mutual that her and I are so very happy together. We looked into each other's eyes and saw the person we could spend the rest of our lives with. -sigh-
I lost my inspiration to write because the food made me a big tired. I guess all I can say is, Happy Birthday Paulo and Tediocarm. And you are both welcome for yesterday's treats, especially Barrelman Production's intern, Vesper. I hope you liked your steak. Anyway, I'm off to go play NHL2003 Season. I got work in the morning.
Note: People! Stop handing cigarettes to Aivy! That's all I ask.
Thursday, September 18, 2003
Saturday, September 13, 2003
Can't you see that Josh G. is sleeping. Come back another day. I'll be in my big (S) van hauling myself up and down the streets of San Francisco. Damn you woman on Steiner street. Cute baby that she had. But, damn lady, you are a pain. Why must you put your child through such torment. Did I mention the beautiful little girl that she had chewing on a frozen corn can. There you go...complaining woman letting her child's gums go bad by letting her chew on an aluminum can. What is the world coming to! Good Lord Almighty. My fingers, my hands, my back, my shoulder blades, my shoulders, my feet, my legs, my knees - all of these hurt.
Thank you for coming to see me Aivy. Dinner was great, and dessert was even better. Sorry you had to rush to work. Keep up the good 'glow'.
Thank you for coming to see me Aivy. Dinner was great, and dessert was even better. Sorry you had to rush to work. Keep up the good 'glow'.
Friday, September 12, 2003
Wondering why I can't keep my eyes open
Today could be put together in one word, but come on, I can't put it in one word. This is how it goes. All through the home I reside, I get a ring from my grey little ringer bell, also known as Charleston. Awakening from a good night sleep at 4-am is too much to say but rude. The only people that I would happily accept a call at this time of night is Aivy, my family, and myself. <^>O_o<^> Luckily, I was able to sleep through the text message that came along not too long after. Of course I was concerned if my Aivy was ok, but you know what, something miraculously would have happened if something happened. I woke up to a call from (S), at around 815-am. They wanted to remind me that I was working today. Well, duh! I know when I'm working. You give me a date and time when I'm supposed to work, I'll be there. Funny how I was the complete opposite at my old job in San Jose.
This is why my eyes are slowly drooping. I clocked in at 10am and clocked out at 10pm. Yes, 12-hour shift. Oh well! My back hurts, my eyes are going down, and I'm out and about.
Yesterday I received a facial. Pretty new if you ask me. My face was extremely 'clean' I guess. Feeling my skin and my face was like I received a new one completely. I love you Aivy. You open up new doors for me. Time for me to open up doors for you. Here is the key to my heart, I'm yours for as long as you want me. Mine!
Today could be put together in one word, but come on, I can't put it in one word. This is how it goes. All through the home I reside, I get a ring from my grey little ringer bell, also known as Charleston. Awakening from a good night sleep at 4-am is too much to say but rude. The only people that I would happily accept a call at this time of night is Aivy, my family, and myself. <^>O_o<^> Luckily, I was able to sleep through the text message that came along not too long after. Of course I was concerned if my Aivy was ok, but you know what, something miraculously would have happened if something happened. I woke up to a call from (S), at around 815-am. They wanted to remind me that I was working today. Well, duh! I know when I'm working. You give me a date and time when I'm supposed to work, I'll be there. Funny how I was the complete opposite at my old job in San Jose.
This is why my eyes are slowly drooping. I clocked in at 10am and clocked out at 10pm. Yes, 12-hour shift. Oh well! My back hurts, my eyes are going down, and I'm out and about.
Yesterday I received a facial. Pretty new if you ask me. My face was extremely 'clean' I guess. Feeling my skin and my face was like I received a new one completely. I love you Aivy. You open up new doors for me. Time for me to open up doors for you. Here is the key to my heart, I'm yours for as long as you want me. Mine!
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Rent - I'll Cover You
Yesterday, such a complete waste if i stayed home. Aivy, her cousin, and I went to Napa Valley to go visit some of the wineries around there. The best part for some alcohol fanatics out there would be the ability to drink and drive, but being out there it's formly known as wine taste jumping. We started out at Beaulieu. The best part is the complimentary tasting because Aivy's cousin, Phillip, is a wine expert that works at a casual restaurant in Downtown Disney. If I drank at all those different wineries, my first pay check would be spend and my total would be zero once again. After Beaulieu, we went to some other places where Aivy and I were stranded by Phillip. We went on a 1-hour tour of one of the wineries, learning how wine is picked, fermented, and aged. Next, we ate a 'cultured' restaurant, Pinot Blanc, where the meaning of the menu wasn't the only questions that were asked toward our tour guide, Phillip. The last drink I had over at Raymond, about four thirty, was the killer. I walked calmly to the restaurant to pray to the toilet god. blah!
The last winery that we went to was Domaine Caneros. Beautiful! It is like the chateau that Fox 2 used for Joe Millionaire. So many stairs, such lack of energy that I had. After all this, I slept peacefully, yet loudly in the car ride home. The greatest surprise was the LCD screen in the van. Aivy and I watched Garfield in Paradise, Peanuts Snoopy Gets Married, and the Peanuts 20 year Anniversary, I think that's what it is. We arrived in Hayward and went to go eat. Yummy Westlake. Thumbs up Bebeh. My bebeh and I spent the evening 'watching' television and 'reading' a book on Alcatraz.
Note: Joey, you've lived in SF for 24 years and you've never been to Alcatraz.
Yesterday, such a complete waste if i stayed home. Aivy, her cousin, and I went to Napa Valley to go visit some of the wineries around there. The best part for some alcohol fanatics out there would be the ability to drink and drive, but being out there it's formly known as wine taste jumping. We started out at Beaulieu. The best part is the complimentary tasting because Aivy's cousin, Phillip, is a wine expert that works at a casual restaurant in Downtown Disney. If I drank at all those different wineries, my first pay check would be spend and my total would be zero once again. After Beaulieu, we went to some other places where Aivy and I were stranded by Phillip. We went on a 1-hour tour of one of the wineries, learning how wine is picked, fermented, and aged. Next, we ate a 'cultured' restaurant, Pinot Blanc, where the meaning of the menu wasn't the only questions that were asked toward our tour guide, Phillip. The last drink I had over at Raymond, about four thirty, was the killer. I walked calmly to the restaurant to pray to the toilet god. blah!
The last winery that we went to was Domaine Caneros. Beautiful! It is like the chateau that Fox 2 used for Joe Millionaire. So many stairs, such lack of energy that I had. After all this, I slept peacefully, yet loudly in the car ride home. The greatest surprise was the LCD screen in the van. Aivy and I watched Garfield in Paradise, Peanuts Snoopy Gets Married, and the Peanuts 20 year Anniversary, I think that's what it is. We arrived in Hayward and went to go eat. Yummy Westlake. Thumbs up Bebeh. My bebeh and I spent the evening 'watching' television and 'reading' a book on Alcatraz.
Note: Joey, you've lived in SF for 24 years and you've never been to Alcatraz.
Sunday, September 07, 2003
Composing 'joeybored.flp' on Fruityloops
once again I went through the fires of 'hell', or in other words, I was in Los Angeles listening to the helicopters soar through the sky with their spotlight looking for an escaped convict, or just trying to get a good reel for Cops. The world is completely different between the three centers of the United States - San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York City. A city I love, a city I hate, and a city that I'm uncertain if I love or hate. To recall my views on Los Angeles, search my Sunday, May 18, 2003 entry.
Work...eh! I am so exhausted when I get home from work. As any other job, the beginning is going to bring you to your knees and drag you by your ankles wishing to the Almighty One, please, help me! Plus, this morning I was cursed by the unknown. I had cars cutting me off, and some car nearly ran into my truck thinking that the color of red at a stop light meant go faster. This is for all of you drivers that speed up on a yellow, is it worth the consequences that there's a possible endangerment. If you're going to run a yellow, don't accelerate, just roll through covering the brake. To all those bad drivers, defining what a bad driver has so many categories. Let's just say that no one is perfect. Either being the cause of an accident or being a victim of an accident puts you in the situation still. If you're a victim, don't believe that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, just stay alert. ha! I'm going off on a tangent.
Work...eh! They lag so much that I'm trying to improve my workmanship there, but they keep lagging. Geez! Just give me a promotion to become an IT Technician I. I'm sure I'll know what I'm doing. Work sucks, but hey, the pay is good, the people are great, the hours just suck. I work 4-days a week at 10 hours a day. Geez! I guess that's their definition of fulltime. Ahhhhh! I actually yell out loud in my car on the way home nowadays. Ahhhhh! I'm going to bed because I have work in the morning again. PLUS, my weekends are tuesday, wednesday, thursday now. Ahhhhh!
once again I went through the fires of 'hell', or in other words, I was in Los Angeles listening to the helicopters soar through the sky with their spotlight looking for an escaped convict, or just trying to get a good reel for Cops. The world is completely different between the three centers of the United States - San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York City. A city I love, a city I hate, and a city that I'm uncertain if I love or hate. To recall my views on Los Angeles, search my Sunday, May 18, 2003 entry.
Work...eh! I am so exhausted when I get home from work. As any other job, the beginning is going to bring you to your knees and drag you by your ankles wishing to the Almighty One, please, help me! Plus, this morning I was cursed by the unknown. I had cars cutting me off, and some car nearly ran into my truck thinking that the color of red at a stop light meant go faster. This is for all of you drivers that speed up on a yellow, is it worth the consequences that there's a possible endangerment. If you're going to run a yellow, don't accelerate, just roll through covering the brake. To all those bad drivers, defining what a bad driver has so many categories. Let's just say that no one is perfect. Either being the cause of an accident or being a victim of an accident puts you in the situation still. If you're a victim, don't believe that you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, just stay alert. ha! I'm going off on a tangent.
Work...eh! They lag so much that I'm trying to improve my workmanship there, but they keep lagging. Geez! Just give me a promotion to become an IT Technician I. I'm sure I'll know what I'm doing. Work sucks, but hey, the pay is good, the people are great, the hours just suck. I work 4-days a week at 10 hours a day. Geez! I guess that's their definition of fulltime. Ahhhhh! I actually yell out loud in my car on the way home nowadays. Ahhhhh! I'm going to bed because I have work in the morning again. PLUS, my weekends are tuesday, wednesday, thursday now. Ahhhhh!
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Contemplating about past life while listening to Shai - I Don' t Want To Be Alone
Strange how I read lives that I know and once knew and believe that anything can happen. The difference between my life and lives past is crazy to think that I'm lucky to be here on this planet. Many times have I gotten into certain predicaments when my life was on the line. I always thanked Him for watching over me. Is he really looking over all these people on this earth? Maybe it was the prayers that my family, or friends that kept my safety going. When in the negative state of mind, we always ask ourselves when it will be our time to go into the beyond. We also tend to ask why it was them, and not me. The unstable state of life that we long to know will never be defined. Is there time to mourn, is there time to celebrate, is there enough to time to find a love that will last forever, and if so, will we have the patience to experience the negative effects of each.
Ves - hearing from others, i know i haven't seen you, but it is good to see you are alright. never underestimate the life you give to others. even though you don't know what people think, just know that someone is wishing for your safety.
Strange how I read lives that I know and once knew and believe that anything can happen. The difference between my life and lives past is crazy to think that I'm lucky to be here on this planet. Many times have I gotten into certain predicaments when my life was on the line. I always thanked Him for watching over me. Is he really looking over all these people on this earth? Maybe it was the prayers that my family, or friends that kept my safety going. When in the negative state of mind, we always ask ourselves when it will be our time to go into the beyond. We also tend to ask why it was them, and not me. The unstable state of life that we long to know will never be defined. Is there time to mourn, is there time to celebrate, is there enough to time to find a love that will last forever, and if so, will we have the patience to experience the negative effects of each.
Ves - hearing from others, i know i haven't seen you, but it is good to see you are alright. never underestimate the life you give to others. even though you don't know what people think, just know that someone is wishing for your safety.
Listening to the clicking of keyboard keys as I look at my personal finances
From this, I smile. I look at myself in the mirror and I see eyes staring back at me.
"Who are you?" As I look questioned into the reflection of myself.
"The past has caught up with you, and you must make a decision", the reflection says.
"What do you mean?" I say.
"The world has finally take toll of what humanity has brought themselves", it says.
"That is where you are wrong. Taking and accepting what we did and adapted and evolved ourselves into, the purity of this society is long gone. Living is just a minor necessity in our so-called lives. The greed and self-mutilation has affected eternal lifestyle. Wanting and needing and taking and giving, it's all part of the daily cycle that we call employment. Wake up, do the normal rituals before work, get into our car, go to work. Do our work, clock out, go home. Next day, same routine. This I say over and over, robots we are becoming when we separate the lack mind of, and the soul believers of." The words came out so smoothly, yet the image seemed discontent. It seemed to want more, more words, more intelligence, more knowledge of the human mind.
"Continue."
The single word just baffled my thought and looked with a blank face. Closing my eyes, chin down, hands on the sides of the sink, and finally taking a deep breath with a loud sigh. Opening my tired eyes, an image that I have not seen before. It was meaningful and seemed to grasp a sense of happiness.
"You don't need more", I said. "The knowledge of ignorance and limited knowledge of the world is a precious gift."
It nods.
After a week of carefully training behind a wheel, close watch of every prompt I do, it was kind of tense. I knew I wasn't getting graded, I wasn't in school, I was just trying to do the best I can. It was my job. Under a week later, I'm running through yellow lights, dodging cars, and what not...why? I have to deliver each package on time. I get paid to do my job, with great courtesy, and quality. Yet, I don't see a change on how it's making my life better. I've been living to long into the religious aspect. I'm not saying I'll give up on it, I don't know what I'm really saying. I guess I'm just tired of being a robot. Why must we go to school? Why must we listen to what others tell us? My life has answered those questions with a blur. I don't listen to anyone, most of the time. Well, I don't DO what they say, but I will listen. The orange juice is running low, and my back seems to need some rest from today's robotic full shift. I leave you all with this thought. What does the dialogue above mean? Good night.
From this, I smile. I look at myself in the mirror and I see eyes staring back at me.
"Who are you?" As I look questioned into the reflection of myself.
"The past has caught up with you, and you must make a decision", the reflection says.
"What do you mean?" I say.
"The world has finally take toll of what humanity has brought themselves", it says.
"That is where you are wrong. Taking and accepting what we did and adapted and evolved ourselves into, the purity of this society is long gone. Living is just a minor necessity in our so-called lives. The greed and self-mutilation has affected eternal lifestyle. Wanting and needing and taking and giving, it's all part of the daily cycle that we call employment. Wake up, do the normal rituals before work, get into our car, go to work. Do our work, clock out, go home. Next day, same routine. This I say over and over, robots we are becoming when we separate the lack mind of, and the soul believers of." The words came out so smoothly, yet the image seemed discontent. It seemed to want more, more words, more intelligence, more knowledge of the human mind.
"Continue."
The single word just baffled my thought and looked with a blank face. Closing my eyes, chin down, hands on the sides of the sink, and finally taking a deep breath with a loud sigh. Opening my tired eyes, an image that I have not seen before. It was meaningful and seemed to grasp a sense of happiness.
"You don't need more", I said. "The knowledge of ignorance and limited knowledge of the world is a precious gift."
It nods.
After a week of carefully training behind a wheel, close watch of every prompt I do, it was kind of tense. I knew I wasn't getting graded, I wasn't in school, I was just trying to do the best I can. It was my job. Under a week later, I'm running through yellow lights, dodging cars, and what not...why? I have to deliver each package on time. I get paid to do my job, with great courtesy, and quality. Yet, I don't see a change on how it's making my life better. I've been living to long into the religious aspect. I'm not saying I'll give up on it, I don't know what I'm really saying. I guess I'm just tired of being a robot. Why must we go to school? Why must we listen to what others tell us? My life has answered those questions with a blur. I don't listen to anyone, most of the time. Well, I don't DO what they say, but I will listen. The orange juice is running low, and my back seems to need some rest from today's robotic full shift. I leave you all with this thought. What does the dialogue above mean? Good night.
Thursday, August 21, 2003
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.
"...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.
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.
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