Archive | January 2005

Bye to SJAP

Bye to SJAP with 20 feet of Poopoo on the Road


Finished the last day of work today.  Said good bye to all the cool people.  One of the cops I’m really cool with said he’s really going to miss me.  I told him “Well next time I get caught for a speeding ticket, I’ll say hi to you.”   He joked about it and told me to stay in school and all that good stuff.  He calls me “College Boy”, I call him “Man”.    In fact…I call almost everyone man, I only know a few of their names.  There’s 3 cops there that I’m really cool with, one of them I hadn’t seen for quite awhile so I couldn’t say bye to the guy.  I figure cops of all that works there would be the first to know that 4 of the gates are closing down, but they don’t. I tell them and they’re surprised about it and start asking why.  Only AOP and ourselves know that it’s closing down.  Seriously, work seems like almost another home to me there.  Everyone is so cool there which was mainly the reason I been able to stay so long.  They’ll see me doing my homework and ask me if I finished my homework yet or you on break yet?  They’re really supportive haha.  Aww man I’m going to miss working there.   Even though it took my weekend life away from me, I didn’t really mind it that much because of the peeps I’ve gotten to know at the SJAP.  Ah…the SJAP, my second family.  The guy that is going to miss me the most of all is Richard.  The guy keeps telling me he’s going to miss me and kept asking me to find a way to get the job back.  I told him I’d try and he said he asked the boss to get the same post as myself if I do get a new one. Great guy.  He use to be a pilot there but retired and worked for our company. He keeps showing me his old pictures and stuff, really friendly dude.   Anyhow, today ended up with a bang.  One of the employees, one of the guy at  Southwest that I don’t know left his clog open on his lavoratory truck.  When he drove to the gate and passed through, it dripped doodoo 20-30 ft long.  I thought…what the hell??  It smelled bad bad bad.  He turned around and by his expression I knew what he was thinkning, “oh shit!”  Shit is the right word, because there was spilt shit all over.  Luckily my nose were clogged I couldn’t smell anything.  The San Jose Jet Center guys walked by disgusted.   Anyhow, I had to block off the gate so it could be cleaned off.  It took about an  hour or so to bleach it all out.  They poured some type of kitty litter thing that sucked up all the blue liquid drainage from the lavoratory with all its doodoo and piss.  All this was right next to me…and again..was I lucky or what to have a clogged nose? Haha   I had to write a really long report for the incident which pretty much ended my day.  Oh…and I started school, spent too much money on books.  It better be worth it, because it’s going to be a very very stressful semester.

Wheres work?

Where’s Work?


Well….bad news.  I might lose my job at the airport.  I went to go get my check and schedule, realized I wasn’t scheduled for the week after this week so I called George to see whats up.  He told me the airport wants to shut down the gate to save money and it happened to be my gate.  So you can call it a lay off.  Anyhow, they did say they’re trying to find me a new client and put me back on schedule, so I hope they do it soon because I really need the money.  On the side note, I been sick all week and today I felt…or feel even… really  miserable.  My headaches, my nose clogged, I’m seeing double vision and I’m really really tired.  On top of that, the flu made me miss the Kings and Rockets game.  But…they won so I’m happy with just that. 

Frys Ruined me

Fry’s RUINED ME


Just got back home from work right now, nothing interesting to boast.  But I do have some complaints.  I can’t get it out of my head, its bugging the hell out of me.  A week ago my computer stopped booting so I did all the necessary means to fix it…well all the stuff I was accustomed to.  It all happened because of the online upgrade version of Windows SP2.  Let me just warn you this one time… NEVER use the Windows Fix option to fix your operating system when you already downloaded SP2.    Well anyhow to press my luck, I tried adding a boot sector to the hard drive, but that didn’t work.   So I tried swapping the hard drives from slave to master and make a duo boot, but it somehow conflicted and read errors.   I got frustrated and finally asked my friend to fix it, but I asked someone to do it for me, but the dude was going out of town so I would have to wait.  Impatient, I stupidly had Fry’s fix it extract data from the hard drive for me….which they did.  The problem is, they didn’t get the stuff I wanted, only the stuff I didn’t need.  Price?  155 bucks.  What a fucking rip off.  To top that, I lost a year’s worth of work in my project I’ve been working.  I lost 2 other side projects which took a few months each also.  I lost all my passwords.    So now I’m fucked and got to start from square 1.   It’s so discouraging, makes me want to just give up.  But blah blah blah, I gotta get back on track and start alllllllllllllllllll over.  Hopefully I can do it a little faster….  I’m so bummed about it.  I want to just sue for a million and drop out of school. :-p

Counter Time


Your Death, Not Mine


 


I’m always thinking about it, but maybe it’s true(well true to some of us) that the only thing worst than dying is dying after everyone else.   When I reflect on the years of yesterday, I miss the chance to grasp the moment and let it stay forever today.  This moment now, just sitting here typing could tomorrow, be yesterday and another day passed and another day I could have to wish for time to  position it’s legs in sand and cease the haste.   Time, the more it comes, the faster it goes.  When you’re stuck at work sitting doing nothing, you want time to piss off and hurry up, but when a year passes by, we or maybe just I wish to have never wished for it’s haste.  I’m not afraid of death really.  Hell, I fear a lot of things that lead to death, but when you’re actually dead you won’t even think about it.  It’s time for a new hierarchy of life or it’s time to never wake up again.  It’s just a change and sometimes changes are good.  Again about death, I can probably vouch for some people that when it comes to it, you probably fear it more in others than yourself.  I myself fear for my parents and of course my family.   I wonder to myself a lot;  when it comes the moment, I’ll never be ready.   No one should ever be ready for death.  It’s freaky as hell how we’re so close to end life’s grid.  When I was younger, I thought  to myself “what is wrong with all these people saying life is short?”

Well it is short, I believe it now.   When you’re 5 or 10 or whatever, you’re not rushed by time so you really don’t treasure it.  Now that you have goals and things to accomplish, life to map out, surely time do get devoured.  The slower you grow, the longer you’ll live.  The older I become, the more I want to grow roots and hold myself back to counter time. 

Myself and Gigantaur

Myself and Gigantaur


Got off work an hour early today so Tiffany, this really tall white chick at work who occasionally stop and talks to me(not bad looking if you ask me) asked me to drive her home.  She treated me out to Denny’s and I ended up sitting there for quite awihle listening to her yapping about how her life sucks. I didn’t say much coz she kept talking and stop occasionaly to ask me how’s life and am I tired.   I wanted to smack her and tell her to shut up so I can shove one up her ass.  haha kidding…wait am I kidding? Anyhow, I was half asleep so I pretended to pay attention to her.  My head started pounding like a steroidal finger, pinpointing my temporal.  My visions went in several directions for about 2-3 seconds as I squeezed my head in pain.  I got really tired and my body started trembling noticably in the legs.  I asked her if she’s ready to go and she looked kinda sad.  Dont think she was finished talking.  But I didnt’t care, my head was aching and she was talking too fast for me to pay attention anyway.   Forgot to say thanks for the dinner, I’ll have to say it next time I see her.


I think I’m aging too fast.  My health is sinking faster than rocks in water.  Every year I notice myself getting more prone to injuries.  For the past few months my casual headaches have become people’s irregularl pulse pounding migranes.  My eyes fucking burn and feels heavy all the time.  My legs are getting weaker and weaker every year.  Since I’ve hurt my my knees a few years ago, it’s been painful trying to ressurect it’s effectiveness. 


Anyhow, Ron Siegel at San Francisco’s Charles Resturant….must eat there.  Why?  Because he is Iron Chef calibur. 🙂

Toilet Stall Advertisement

Toilet Stall Advertisment


This morning after I got back from Vigo’s.  Junior wanted to go to Frisco, so I decided to might as well finish some paperwork at the Academy, so I went.  Went in 79 New Montgomery, Nature called so  to the restroom I went….


Inside the bathroom stall went Mr. Tu.  I was taking a piss…yes I was only taking a piss, thats it….and anyhow I saw advertisements written all over the walls.  All on the walls of the bathroom stalls, where ppl stop to draw brain farts thats pretty small to fit them all on the bathroom stall.(had the  urge for limericks).  Apparently porn auditions were making its way around the Academy through bathroom stalls.  Bathroom graffiti rules.  I thought I was the only one in the bathroom so I said out loud, “Porn auditions in a stall, GENIUS!”  This guy in the other stall was like “Shit you too? I got it here also.  uhmm Ugh PooooOOOooOoot…(reinactment)”   I got out of the stall embarrassed, but not him, he was infatuated.   So we looked in each stall, it was written everywhere plus a flyer above the flush button.  I took the piece of paper for its graphical contents and stashed it in my pocket and inconspicuously walked out.  This gave me an ingenious idea……a new form of advertisement.   Bathroom stall advertising….is that genius or what?  “Free Chocolate down stair in the basement.”  🙂


Here’s something that has always been on the wall,


Some come here to sit and think,
Some come here to shit and stink,
But I come here to scratch my balls,
And read the bullshit on the walls…

Just Need to Hit that

You Need to just HIT THAT


Well  ended the week with a pretty relaxing day.  Pretty frustrating, but relaxing.   Bizrock a buddy from work  got demoted to stationary today because he accidently ran the car through the fence. It’s pretty funny, but kind of suck because he won’t be the one coming by and giving my break.   Richard is going to quit because of the new rule where we have to take a test at the airport every 6 weeks so that sucks also.  Some prick broke the heater at work before I came in so I froze my ass off, wet and bothered.  But that prick took me out for a little booz afterwork in our blues and badge where he introduced me to this annorexic no boobed chick he said was hot.  Got my hopes up now I want to kill him.  Had to suffer an hour watching her put on her make up.  Wanted to get drunk and pretended she was hot, but I was the prick and my own ride home.   On the side note, Jose keeps talking about this hot Jap/White chic at Southwest Tracy this Tracy that and I’m getting tired of it.  He needs to just hit that and tell me a dirty story.  Anyhow I stink and need a shower then bed time. zZzzzzZzz


PS:  Story of the Year rules. 🙂

Nice guys finish last

Nice Guys Finish Last
“It’s amazing that assholes can get girls. Actually, now that I think of it, it’s not that amazing. They are assholes at heart, but to meet girls they lavish their undying love. IT’S A CHARADE. They act nice, friendly, and they listen… until they get into what they’re after. Their prey thinks they are in love with them, however when they realize what assholes their predators really are, they pretend like the asshole is really nice inside. The girl tries to change the asshole into a nice guy, but assholes will always be assholes. She gets upset and goes to the nice guy to complain about the asshole. But she claims to love the asshole… now this is where the theory begins. She doesn’t want to look like she is easy so she wont dump the asshole right away, instead she will stay with the asshole. Girls are idiots. They don’t realize that the nice guy has been there all along. He never had to pretend to be a good guy to get girls because he is naturally like that. However, girls don’t see it for some reason or another. They look at the nice guy as a friend, a trusted companion to whom they can tell their sad story to about their asshole boyfriend. But the nice guy isn’t THAT naïve. He was trying to score with the girl he listens to all along. The problem is that since he is a nice guy he keeps listening. Since girls get attached to things that pay attention to them, they think of the nice guy as a friend. A FRIEND. They don’t say, “Oh he’s hot” or “I want to have his children” about the nice guy, they just want the emotional support. When they get the emotional support from the nice guy, they don’t need it from the asshole. The nice guy gets the shit end of the stick while the asshole gets all the action. I am starting to wonder if being a nice guy is really the route to take to get action… I have been down this path for all of my post-pubescent life and it has gotten me NOWHERE… at least not in the women department. Perhaps another reason why girls fall for the asshole is because assholes ignore the girl they are with. The women wonder, “Why isn’t he paying attention to me?” so they explore why. They poke and prod and get closer to the asshole. They start to get easier with each attempt to get closer. The asshole finally says, “I’ve let this beauty dangle long enough, time to boat this bass”. It is then he puts on his charade and the girl feels like she has won him… even thought all she has won is an asshole. Once you have gone down the path as a nice guy or a “listener” you can’t turn back. The girl will always go after the assholes because there are always nice guys there to listen. Once you realize that you are a “listener” you cant do anything about it… just pack up and close shop. There is no way you will get into her pants… ever. There is and never will be a situation where the nice guy will get the girl he has a crush on. It just doesn’t work like that. The girl wont “come to her senses” and realize what an asshole her boyfriend is like in the movies… instead she will just go after another asshole, and unless you stop being a nice guy, she will never go after you. Women complain that there are no nice guys in the world. Right. They are obviously not looking hard enough because there are nice guys EVERYWHERE!!!! Girls aren’t looking for nice guys… they say they are but they’re not. They are looking for the perfect asshole, but there is NO SUCH THING as the perfect asshole. All in all, the nice guy gets the shaft. To all the girls out there with boyfriends that don’t treat you with respect, that don’t listen to you, and that don’t care about you I say this; look next to you. The guy that has been standing next to you the whole time is the guy you have been looking for. He is what you want your asshole to be like. He knows more about you than you know about yourself… because he has listened to it all.”

 

What Ciro once asked me, “Would you like some cheese with that whine?”      I’m sure Victor agrees, dont you victor?  🙂

Monster in Macy’s

Monster In Macy’s


Well writing is fun.  Definately.  One of my buddies said I was gay for keeping a journal.  In a way I guess its pretty gay.  Richard Nixon somewhat kept a journal through tapes.  He makes confessions and I think confessions release whats boggled up inside.  People wondered why he keeps those tapes, but me I think he needed to vent.  When you do something bad, you usually want to tell somebody but you cant, so you put it in words and spill your beans.   That’s why I write journals, to vent and to remember the past in details. Thats why I’m going to write something right now.   If it’s queerish, so be it. 🙂


Well a few days ago, I took a nap on the bench in Macy’s at Valley Fair.  As my eyes were closed, a voice sounded through my skull.   Looking up in blur, a shadow engulfed me…it was cold, very cold indeed.  My eyes focused and a buhemoth towered over me.  Someone opened the bag.  The Stay Puff Marshmallowwoman stories high and miles wide put me in tranquil.  I felt a perilous omen.   Thought I was on the set of Jurassic Park.  As I looked up at the woman infront of me, all that inhabbited my mind were the thunderous stomps of the T rex. Boom boom boom…This fat chick thought she was all hot stuff I guess, came and gave me her numbers.   “Hey you been sleeping here for awhile, waiting for someone?”  I was thinking….hmmmm I think shes making a pass at me.  Then she went and gave me her number like I wanted it and told me to call her and faked this cute teeheehee.  I’m sitting there thinking…….ok hot stuff.  Call me an ass if you like, but I just spat my gum in that piece of paper and said sayonara to the sucka.  Selfish?  If you say so, but my eyes wander else where when something that large towers me.  That’s pretty scary if you ask me.  Someone that big needs to be locked in a cage. Naw I’m kidding.  Very rude.  Even big momma needs loving.  I’m only hateful because she seemed so…….whats the word thats not yet arrogant but beyond conceit?  Anyhow, thats in the past now.


The rain, the fucking rain.  Why does it make a person so bummed out?  I hadn’t done anything yet since winter break.  Its so damn cold, I just want to lay in bed forever and dream of sexual shit.   But nope, the animated body always needs flux.   I been worrying about money and school too much and forgetting about a life with recreations.  My weekends have been sacrificed for nearly 2 years and I hadn’t really done much anything that’s remotely exciting.  Some buddies been asking me to go out and party, have fun, do stuff, but I keep flaking and now they gave up on me.  All because of work and study and a side of worries.    Is it even ok to sacrifice life for long coming success?  I’ll get a mental break down if I don’t get another vacation.   Japan here I come.