Updates:

Alicia has part 10 on her story

Added Elizabeth Ann Spraitz on Links

I am still OLD =)

I've shot! er.. tagged..

I am only doing this cause I fear the meme gods (whoever they are):

Three Random Facts About My Closet:


1. It has a door, but it is rarely closed


2. It has a bunch of clothes hanging on it, but most of it is either stuff I don’t wear or my wife’s


3. I have 2 boxes of “stuff” that I was too lazy to unpack when I moved into the house, 2 years ago…

Three Items I've Never Worn But Still Haven't Tossed:


1. A bunch of Disney Incredible shirts I got for cheap. I mean to wear it around the house, I am just not home that often..


2. A pair of Dockers shoes I brought a year ago, it’s a bit tight.


3. I can only think of these two, I know there are more… can you tell I don’t spend much time looking through my closet… to be honest, I don’t know much about what’s in it… ^_^

Three Items I'll Never Get Rid Of, No Matter How Ugly They Get:


1. My 15 year old BUM Equipment swearshirt. This use to be DARK purple/blue, now it’s a very faded baby pastel-ly blue


2. My brown suede jacket that my wife brought me years ago. I love how this jacket hangs on me.


3. My Dallas Cowboys Beanie

Three Items People Wouldn't Expect To Find In My Closet:


1. A 2 thousand dollar projector, throw haphazardly in a box (one of the 2 boxes of “stuff”


2. An old Cherry Poptart Comic book, I got when I was a freshman in high school. (if you don’t know what this is, please don’t ask…)


3. A Cat Carrier

Three items that made me go, "Oh Lord, what was I thinking?":

To be honest.. I don’t really have any of those…
I have been wearing the basic jeans, T-shirt, sweatshirt, a couple of slacks kind guy.

Three things that I have a surprising number of:


1. T-shirt


2. White Socks


3. Gap Sweatshirts

Three dominant colors in my wardrobe:

Black, Blue and er.. the other Black

Three items that never fail to put me in a good mood whenever I wear them:


1. My brown leather jacket


2. A Banana Republic jacket that is a bit too small at the chest, but a bit too long at the sleeves. But I feel so cool when I don it.


3. My pajama pants that I can never find

I tag Angel, Elizabeth Ann Spraitz and Ramblin’ Girl.

I *A*M* old =(

It’s funny, just yesterday I saw this post from GlitterGlamGirl05. And today I turn 30. Life is weird…

I don’t feel any different. My body still aches from the excessiveness of work and my mind is still tired from the lack of sleep. Just like every other day… what else is new?

What is a birthday anyways? Why do we celebrate it? Are we truly getting wiser with age? Shouldn’t something magical happen to us on our special day?

I guess we are celebrating because we survive another rotation in this nightmarish clump of rock we call Earth.

But then again, aren’t we just celebrating the fact that we are another year closer to our certain death? And to the inevitable ailments that plagues us in our old age?

Maybe it’s just my pessimist side speaking.

I am soooo going to turn into a grumpy old man.

I remember when I was young; I would look forward to my birthday. My family was never really into presents. Christmas or birthday otherwise. But it was my day.

I would go to school and couldn’t wait to tell my friends that it was my birthday. Then regret telling them because of the “birthday beats”.

Now it’s just another day…

I remember that when I was in my early teens, I couldn’t wait till I was 18.

When I turned 18, I couldn’t wait till I was 21.

When I turned 21, I started to realize…

It’s just another day…

And now that I turned 30, I would give up almost anything to go back to my early teens, with all the knowledge I possess now, of course, of course.

Anyways, I will remember 2 things, on my 30th birthday:

It will be the day that John Roberts gets confirmed as Chief Justice. And he will probably be the Chief Justice until I am 60!

Johnny Moseley is setting up a ski jump in the middle of San Francisco! In the middle of summer! How fuckin’ cool is that? (He’s 30 too). He orginially wanted to do it on his birthday. But being the cool guy that I am.. he set it up on my birthday instead.

No Way Jose

“President Bush on Monday urged Americans to drive less and embrace conservation more…”

“We can all pitch in… by being conservers of energy”

No offence, Mr. President, you can kiss my ass!

In order for my wife to get to her job and for me to get to my 2 jobs, we would have to pay 6 tolls. That’s 3 dollars for the two of us in the morning, 3 dollars for the two of us in the evening, and 3 dollars round trip to and from my Blue Collar Job.

That’s 9 bucks a day X 5 days = 45 dollars a week.

And if I wanted to go grocery shopping? If I needed that something something from Target? Or if I want to take my wife out shopping? More money for public transit..

I spend $30 bucks a week now on gas. So I would actually be SAVING money if I drove.

It takes me 30 minutes to drive to my White Collar Job and 20 minutes to get to my Blue Collar Job. How much longer would it take for me to get to work if I was to take public transportation?

Extra 30 minutes each way? So I would lose 2 hours of my day?

Not to mention I get off of work at BCJ at 3 in the morning, do you have any idea how often the bus runs at that hour?

No, I think I am going to keep driving my compact 26-mpg vehicle. Point your finger elsewhere, start with the fucker who drives the H2, the Excursions and the Denali. (11-mpg, 13-mpg and 13-mpg respectively)

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In other news, Cindy Sheehan was arrested. Good, lock her up and throw away the key. She is a disgrace to everything the men and women who has ever served, fought and died for the country. She is doing an injustice to what her son believed in. She is using the pretence of a mother’s grieve, for a politically driven agenda, fueled by left wing groups who is yanking her like a puppet. Enjoy the fame while it last; it will not be long before they toss you aside for the new figurehead of the month.

This is the same Cindy Sheehan who believe that "If George Bush truly listened to God and read the words of the Christ, Iraq and the devastation in New Orleans would have never happened" (here in her own words). So let me get this straight.. if Bush read the Bible, the hurricane would have never stuck us? So how do you explain Hurricane Andrew, Hugo and Camille?

Please note, her son, Casey VOLUNTARY joined the military. VOLUNTARY re-enlist. VOLUNTARY DENIED his mother’s cowardly urge to move to Canada. He knew the risk when he joined. He knew the risk when he went to Iraq. Casey was killed in combat on April 4th. Cindy Sheehan wanted to know why. Bush’s response was that her son had died helping to protect American freedom by fighting those who would seek to harm us in Iraq so that we would not have to fight them in America.

Let me paraphrase that in a term that you can understand, Cindy. Your son died so that bitch asses like you can voice your opinion, without getting shot down by a suppressive government. Try that in China, North Korean, and Vietnam. Try that shit in Russia, Iraq, Iran or Africa.

Your son, amongst the numerous who had died over time, so that we can live our life the way we want. Be it staying at home, living off the welfare system. Or going to work to provide for the family. Or starting that company that will one day rival Microsoft. These are all made possible by people who made the ultimate sacrifice…

Free Music from Sony Connect

What's up, Monikers! (You guys have to watch Beauty Shop to understand this one ^_^)

Ok.. so last time I posted free Gmail offer (No takers) and free Starbucks DoubleShot (I know Paulie, Aarwenn and Jen swooped on those deals).

This time around, I have free music download from Sony Connect. It downloads it as ATRAC/ATRAC3 format, which can only be played on Sony's Soundstage software. You can however do one of the following to convert it into "unprotected" MP3. (I am at work and has yet to try either one of these methods. I also have a Sony MP3 player so ATRAC format isn't too much trouble for me.)

Use Music Match to convert it into MP3
Use Himdrender from here

Ok.. without further ado.. here are the links

5 free downloads here
10 free downloads here
10 more free downloads here

There is also rumor that (again I am at work and can't confirm) if you enter GODOFWAR05 at connect.com to get the God of War soundtrack for free..

good luck all

Dodgers vs Giants

It’s America’s favorite pastime.

Maybe it’s the smell of the manicured grass or the soft gentle breeze across the ballpark.

Or maybe it’s the simplicity of the game or the suspense that a looming fly ball seems to hang in the air f-o-r-e-v-e-r.

Or maybe it’s just being amongst 40 thousand other people; some loud, some rude, some are kids who loves every minute of being there, and some who are just kids at heart.

The teams that were playing have been rivals for as long anyone could remember. And if I am not mistaken, this rivalry is second only to the one between the Yankees and Red Sox. But this rivalry runs so deep that it traveled when both of the teams moved… across the United States, some 3000 plus miles. Now, that’s a grudge…

I am referring to the Dodgers and the Giants. And I was lucky enough to get a pair of tickets, for my wife and I. As fate would have it, we got the same exact seats we had 2 years ago, but we got the tickets from a different source this time around. Life’s funny that way.

My back gave out while I was at my Blue Collar Job, but I didn’t want to miss this game… I could not miss this game… It was fate, after all.

We parked half way across town, and took to bus to the game. It’s easier than to park at the stadium and wait for the hour-long line to get out. I was starving when I got to the stadium, but that was quick squashed by an Italian sausage, garlic fries, large soda, peanuts and a churro.

I enjoyed the game, Dodger won (yah) and Balco’s favorite customer didn’t get a single hit. I was extremely civil this time around, barely making a peep, and just occasional golf claps. My back was hurting and my wife really hates it when I make a spectacle of myself. I don’t do it just mildly either, I usually talk some MAJOR SHIT. After all, it’s me against 40 thousand other Giants loving fans.

Afterwards, we took to bus back to where we parked. There was a bunch of younger fans that were screaming and yelling. The screaming and yelling turned into berating comments toward Dodger fans. Oh yeah… how I miss the nightlife.

Side note: As fate would have it, the Dodgers lost the next 3 games against the Giants… After all, life is funny that way.

I'm an old backbreaker

Many many many moons ago, I worked at Tower Records. Those were fun times. It was very close to the movie Empire Records. There was just as much drama in terms of sex, theft, and drunkenness. Except there was actually a LOT of work and we had a LOT of customers…

On one of my days off, I went with my wife (then girlfriend) to Paramount’s Great America. Those were fun times too. Except I was stupid and wore a wife-beater, in 100 degrees weather, under the scorching sun. At the end of the day (majority of the time was spent waiting in line to get on some rides, under the scorching sun), I was sunburned. But this was not just any ordinary sunburn. This was the Lucifer of all sunburns. This sunburn spoke to me and said, “You stupid indoors-dwelling, coming-from-a-fog-covered-city-which-rarely-get-hotter-than-80-degrees, how-dare-you-come-to-my-home-and-not-wear-proper-clothing-nor-did-you-put-on-any-sunshine, I-am-going-to-fuckin-bake-you!!”

It only got worst the next day, and I was rolling in bed, hating everything about life, I decided to call in sick. The manager was not too happy, I did not care. I was in pain, and I was burning up. Anyone who has been that severely burnt know what I am talking about. Your body radiates heat, as if you can at any second turn into the human torch. I was young(er) and could care less what the manager thought…

But I found out the next day that I cared very much. I was suppose to be promoted to Team Lead the day I call in sick. But because I called in sick and whatever other reason, they decided to give that position to another person instead…
I’ve learn from that mistake…

I threw out my back last Wednesday in the blue-collar job. It was from repetitive stress. Lifting and emptying bags that sometimes weights 100 plus pounds. Funny thing was that it was my last day performing that specific duty. I was moving to a much easier job on Friday.

I know, you are wondering, what happened to Thursday? I previously ask for that Thursday off, because I was going to a Giants game (vs Dodgers!). So when I return, I was going to be put into the new position.

So comes my dilemma, Should I go to the Giants game? Should I go to work on Friday?

Then came the memories of Tower Records. And my questions were answered. Damn skip I am going to work, I refuse to give them any reason no to give me that position. And I will be damned if I missed the baseball game. I will fill you in on that on a later date.

It’s been well over a week now, my back is still hurting. Not the sharp constant pain like it was. But a low, irritating, numbing pain…

But I am at the position I wanted which is the important part, right?

Man.. I hate having a mortgage and bills, the black hole of my paychecks…

… I hate the fact that I am getting older… what makes it worst is the fact that I can’t do a damn thing about it.

Labor Day, 2005

Ok.. so Labor Day, 2005. A day of relaxation right? Nope…

On Sunday night, around 8 o’clock, someone’s car crashed into an electrical pole, effectively knocking out power for like 100 thousand PG&E customers. Half of the city was blacked out, but majority of the customers had restored power by midnight.

We were not part of the majority. In fact, our house was one of the LAST to get their power restored, some 26 hours after the incident.

To make the matter worst, I just spend like 150 dollar on groceries that Saturday morning.

So my wife and I spend most of the blacked out Labor Day reading. Which in itself isn’t a bad thing. We probably would have vegged in front of the T.V. watching movies but instead, we vegged on the bed reading all the books we never had time to read.

Around 1PM, We started worrying about the food in the refrigerator. So decided to go to a local Walgreens to pick up some ICE.

As I was entering the Walgreens, there is a lady walking a small 10-lb mutt, allowing him to piss all over the front entrance. Whatever, I was a man on a mission, I needed ICE for my fridge.

After grabbing the ice, inconveniently located at the BACK of the store. I hurried to the cashier. The lady was in the line, with dog in hand, a couple of places before me. A few minutes passed and the lady was next up. She wanted a pack of GPC Lights 100’s. The conversation between the cashier went a little something like this…

“Sorry ‘mam, we don’t have that particular cigarettes”
“You have to have it, I have been waiting a whole week now for them.”
The cashier went to look again.. didn’t turn up anything
“We don’t have it, you want the GPC Lights instead?”
“I called earlier and someone told me that you guys had it.”
The cashier turned around to look again, still nothing.
“We don’t have it ‘mam, sorry…”
“Can you get the manager or someone who knows what they are doing?”

At this point, I was getting upset. It was hot. My food was spoiling. The ICE is melting. The lady should not have brought the dog in. The lady should not be treating the cashier that way. The lady need to just buy something to fix her nicotine habit if she is that addicted!

So I started told her to move aside so the cashier can help other customers. At this point, all hell broke loose.

She told me to shut up and mind my own business.
I told her I would but her business is affecting my business.
She told me I need to talk to her like a human being.
I told her she need to talk to the cashier like a human being.
She told me she is going to call the cops on me.
I told her to take the dog outside.

Ok.. side note.. since WHEN did every little dog become a service dog? If I am ignorant, forgive me, but what does a rat size dog contribute to a needy patient? She obviously can walk, can listen, can see. Yes, it could be an epilepsy dog. But most epilepsy dogs are larger, able to stop a needy patient from walking forward in case they are in traffic, or able to “stand guard” over them, until help can arrive. I have see too many people who has little “services dogs” they drag around.

Anyways, I digress, she informed me that he was a service dog and would I like to see the tag. I said yes. But she didn’t show me any tags. I said that if she has a medical problem, maybe she should stop being such a bitch and stop smoking. Stress and smoking kills, you know.

This time around, she went to look for the manager. I waited for my turn, paid for my ice and left, only to have her follow me out to copy my license plate. I went back inside to see her talking to the manager. I went up to the “manager”, who was no more than 20 years old, trying to explain my side of the story. The manager was the type who didn’t care about anything, just wanted the problem to go away. Told me to leave or she was going to call the cops. I said go right ahead. And left.

Some of my food tasted funny even after we iced it. Others were ok. It’s been two weeks now, I am still waiting for the police to show up. I guess they either have something better to do, or they never called the police. I am considering writing a letter to the Walgreens headquarters though.

Responsed to Shananigans

Busy busy busy. Haven’t had much time to blog. But have so much to share.

Power out and crazy lady at Walgreens
My back going out and job promotions
Baseball game
Friend’s dilemma

I will get to those this week or early next week. But first I would like to respond to Shananigans’ response to my previous post.

I don’t regret voting for Bush. I have learned long ago that regretting is useless. It’s over, the “should have”s and “could have”s are no longer an option and dwelling on it is really pointless. We can just learn from what we have done and do it differently next time and hope for a different result.

I am not a party extremist nor do I like to be labeled. Like I said before, I don’t understand how someone can be a “republican” or a “democrat”. Does anyone agree with everything that the party stands for? If so, these people are brainless drones that will listen to any bullshit fed to them. Even politicians from each party swing side to side from time to time.

I am for woman’s choice. I am for gay marriages. Does that make me a liberal Democrat?

I am also for personal responsibility, so cut out welfare and social security benefits, cut out Medi-Cal and Medicare. Does that make me a conservative Republican?

I am for deportation of illegal immigrants; stop giving social benefits for illegal immigrants. Something that the Democrats has hinted at but Bush refused to do. Put the minutemen back to patrol the borders, those who were ordered to stand down by Bush.

I personally hate to have to push 1 for English because they added 2 for Spanish. People need to stop being catered to and learn the language. I learned it, as can they.

Yes, I voted for Bush, but I also voted for Gray Davis, Gavin Newsome, Cruz Bustamante and Bill Clinton. Where are the 1.3 million people who voted Gray Davis out and the 4.2 million people who voted for the Governator? California is still in the financial shithole, our schools are still ranked at the bottom and blackouts are just as likely to happen as it was two years ago.

I am just sick of this “blame the Bush administration” mentality. Hurricane Katrina: Bush hates black people. Iraq War: Bush this, Bush that. Huge gap between party lines: the Republican’s fault. I am surprised that they haven’t blame the administration for the resignation of O’Connor and death of Rehnquist.

Can anyone honestly sit there and tell me that Hurricane Katrina would have been handled any differently if John Kerry is in office? As I understand, the way our country is set up, the City is to respond to a problem, then the State, then the Federal government. Living in the generation we live in, people expect things to happen overnight. It’s been 4 years since 9/11 and the World Trade Center hasn’t even begun to rebuild. How long do you think it would take for 90 thousand square miles of coastal region to recover? Much longer than any of the Louisianians or criticizers would expect…

The Media is infamous for doing this, they show the people dying, the people crying for help, but they are so to show the relief efforts. They show the troops killing and be killed, but doesn’t show the restoration efforts. They show the Iraqis protesting the presence but refuse to show the Iraqis cheering for the same reason.

With all that said, voting for someone is a lot like dating someone. You learn little tidbits as you go and decided to make that commitment. Sometime you make the right decision and you live happily ever after (at least until their term is over). Sometimes you make the wrong decision and ends up wasting years of your life.

You know, countless billions are used every 4 years for campaign financing… don’t you think that money would be better use elsewhere? Just food for thought.

I am "coming out of the closet"

I am a Democrat, and I voted for Bush.

There… I’ve said it.

But I don’t feel very much like a Democrat, but it’s my label, for that’s the box I checked 10 years ago.

Our society love to label people and things. It is not just enough to be human, or Montana or a car. We like to classify them further; black, white, red states, liberals, easy, stuck-up…

But then again, I don’t feel very blue, or red for that matter. I am more of a flesh color, the color of a human being. I don’t understand how colors became what we believed in. Whatever happened to choice, what ever happened to the 256 shades of gray?

Must I think identically to the other members of the same party? Why can’t I just mooch the ideals that suit me best, some from the left, a few from the right, a little from the top and a bit from the bottom?

There are only a handful of people who knows I voted for Bush. Why, because I live in San Francisco.

San Francisco is like the heart of cultural acceptance. The biggest Chinatown, the biggest Japantown, the largest Gay community and we have a parade for just about everything that can walk and smile. Not to mention the biggest Gay Pride parade.

You can be Black, White, Yellow, Purple or Green, and people will tolerate you. You can be a citizen or stowaway, people will tolerate you. You can be rich, poor, a genius or insane, and people will tolerate you. Hell, you could have commit 14 murders and people would still tolerate you. Notice, I said tolerate, they are just too PC to say or do anything.

That is until you say you are a republican or voted for Bush… watch for the sighs and shaking of the heads. Look for the disbelieving look and the wordy arguments that is ensured to come.

Besides, most people voted for Kerry, not because he was a better candidate, but because there was a lack of choices. “Any democrat is better than Bush,” they said.

One bitch I work with even said she would move back to Canada if Bush wins, it’s been a whole year now, and she is still here.

Yes, I voted for Bush. I dislike war. But find it a necessary evil. Call it what you will, but I see it as self-perseverance, the very basic of all human instincts. If it has to be them, or me, I choose myself. After all, isn’t that what the Bourgeoisie does? Isn’t that what the American way is?

Besides, it’s Me Against The World.

Thank you

Thank you for this, you know who you are. For dry eyes and silent weeping. For silent anger and unemotional disappointments. You taught me how to hide anything I feel.

Wow, that hurt...

Never fully realized how much it hurts to have someone you love school you on the ways of life. It's funny when you really think about it.

I've always been the asshole of the family. She's always been the socialable one that gets along with everyone. I was the one that grew up in the streets while she lived a mostly sheltered life.

But I've always been trusting, always believed that people abid by certain unspoken rules. That while you can be a jerk, you just don't cross certain lines.

But either way, I don't think I have felt as small as I did 20 minutes ago, when she was telling me what I already knew, but she slapped me with it like a salmon across the fact, she CROSSCHECKED me blindsided.

Everyone can stand up now, point at my mangled body and go OOOOOOOOOHHHHH!

Jesse Jackson starting shit

"It is racist to call American citizens refugees," the Rev. Jesse Jackson said

"The AP is using the term `refugee' where appropriate to capture the sweep and scope of the effects of this historic natural disaster on a vast number of our citizens," said Executive Editor Kathleen Carroll.

"We have not banned the word `refugee,'" said spokeswoman Catherine Mathis. (New York Times) "Webster's defines a refugee as a person fleeing `home or country' in search of refuge, and it certainly does justice to the suffering legions driven from their homes by Katrina."

William Safire, who writes the weekly "On Language" column for The New York Times Magazine, said he did not believe the term "refugee" had any racial implications.

Jesse Jackson, Fuck you and the rest of the people who like to find a racial spin in everything. Go fuck yourself. What the fuck have you done for the REFUGEES?

I am sure the hurricane was purposely called on by the ancient druids to systemically wipe out blacks in New Orleans. Oh yeah.. and Dubya is the headmaster druid.

Full Article here.
Look, WHITE refugees!

Demotivation

I don't know why I find this site so funny.. Maybe because it is so true!

But check out the random demotivation generation (Click on the "view more failures") link.

Some people are alive simply because it's against the law to kill them
The condom broke, didn't it?
Nothing is easy. Everything is difficult.
I can explain to you, but I can't understand it for you.
Optimism - The belief that things aren't as bad as we know they are.

On other news.. check out this link on cop looting..

More death than neccessary

What’s happening in New Orleans is just plain awful. It reminds me of 9/11, one of those things life throws at you, leaving you shocked and speechless. Much like 9/11, the city’s water hasn’t even started being pumped out yet, and fingers are already pointing.

I don’t care for the political stuff; the left-wingers are using Iraq as an excuse for lack of national guards, using Bush as an excuse for lack of leadership… whatever they can remotely connect. I am really not interested in that… I am interested in the scores of refugees appearing on T.V. complaining.

Now, before you think of me as this heartless S.O.B., hear me out. If you are a regular reader of this blog, you know I am all for personal ownership for responsibility and you know that I hate stupid people.

Living in that part of the country, you get hurricane warning like 6 times a year. And I understand, 90% of them aren’t severe enough to even lose sleep over. But people have to understand that the threat is still there. And when a warning is put out, it becomes a personal choice to heed the warning, or ignore it.

The people you see, huddling along side of the Interstate CHOSE to stay, CHOSE to ignore the warning to evacuate.

The people you see out side the convention center, the Superdome, CHOSE to stay, CHOSE to ignore the warning to evacuate.

The people you see looting, most out of greed, not out of necessity (Nikes shoes and clothing, come on), CHOSE to stay, CHOSE to ignore the warning to evacuate.

And since they made that decision, they need to deal with that decision.

What I love is how NAACP and ACLU are trying to put a racial spin onto this. Yes, this is another one of those let’s kill off all poor black people C – O – N - spiracies. Give me a fuckin’ break. (Hey NAACP, tell Africa to stop sending the fuckin hurricanes and tropical storms! What is this, payback?)

I understand that some people live WAY below poverty line and that they do not have any means of transportation to evacuate, but I find it hard to believe that everyone you see on TV along the interstates, outside the convention centers and Superdome and ALL that way. I find it hard to believe that people would rather sit there and bitch and complain instead of doing something about it. And no, I don’t mean go loot or pillage or rob or steal. I mean I would gather up all I can, and start walking to the next town. I know the devastation where I am at and the hopelessness here; at least I can put my future in my hands and do something about it. That is, if I chose to ignore the warning in the first place.

We live in a sociality where responsibilities are too easily displaced on others. We expect instant gratification and when shit hits the fan, the same mentality wants everything fixed right here, right now.

I live in earthquake city, and while I know having to deal with minor earthquakes every few years and a major one, once or twice in my lifetime is much better than dealing with major hurricanes every few years. But imagine the number of lives an Earthquake Advance Warning System would save.

On second thought, probably not a lot, stupid people are everywhere.

** Media bias at its best: (click to enlarge)