11.08.06
Today’s a great day. We won both the house and the senate. I’ve waited six years for this day. Now will president Bush work with the congress he has or continue work only with the congress he wants. There were discussions about impeachment, which I greatly wanted, and I mention this topic to a co-worker of mine. She said it was a waste of time because after all the investigations, questioning, and legal processing were over, his two year term would be up. I just stared at her and despised her even more than I originally despised her to begin with. This Friday was her last day on the project, and it was due to her negligence and stupidity that put her in that position. We regrettably looked down on her because of her lack of knowledge, non-existing skill sets, and poor project management tactics. She was in a position of power and she was ineffective. Putting all that aside and at this point in time and with that statement of hers, all I could think about was how she could make such a comment and knew in my gut that she voted for the bastard to begin with. I told her it’s not about time, it’s about setting things right, to bring out the wrong, to show the public how the GOP abused their position and took advantage of the situation. How Bush acted like a dictator rather than a leader. How one sided everything was, how negligent their party was, how vice president Cheney’s ex-company reaped the benefits of all the drillings, post-war revivals, and dishonestly won the bid. It’s showing that when one or many does wrong, they don’t get away with it. They should pay for the mess they created, repent, suffer, be ashamed. Time is not a factor here. It’s the wrongness. She then cocked her head, looked at me, and then agreed, but only agreed superficially. She just wanted to end the conversation and not start a battle with me. I just looked at her and then away and knew I should have known better than to have talked to someone who lives in Texas.
Wednesday, November 8, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
China
08.24.06
A week from today, we will be flying to China where we will be eaten alive by a country filled with people who gets only three grains of rice a day: one for breakfast, one for lunch, and then one for dinner. Good thing we are not fat looking. I plan on slimming down some, so they will look at Arthur with more interest.
A week from today, we will be flying to China where we will be eaten alive by a country filled with people who gets only three grains of rice a day: one for breakfast, one for lunch, and then one for dinner. Good thing we are not fat looking. I plan on slimming down some, so they will look at Arthur with more interest.
Sunday, July 30, 2006
L.A.
07.30.06
I’ve been so busy with the move to L.A and never finding time to take time out and enjoy the good life of internet postings. I’m still out of internet access over the weekends because I’m still in the process of setting things up in LA, and trying to squeeze in my personal stuff during corporate work time is just against all work ethic policies, which I follow with strictest regimen. I don’t like the west coast and am planning on moving back to the east, not so long if I can will it. The people out here are terrible. I don’t even know how to describe it, but they generally just suck. I find this to be truer as you move more and more west away from the east. They are not nice and hardly friendly and just plain awful. I’m going to China in a month, and I hope an earthquake takes place and knocks out most of them before I return. There’s so much money out here too! Somehow I need to get a handful of some myself or milk them out of it. I don’t know where they get it all from, but my guesses are from people who likes to go to the movies a lot and people like me who purchases random music all the time. The secondary market is filled with lawyers, agents, advertisers, etc., who make way too much money as well. I feel so poor out here. Actually, that’s probably a fact not a feeling. I definitely don’t like how they dress. I’m more the grungy New York type, lower, east side. I can’t possibly wear black all the time. It’s freaking sunny all year round and it’s stifling hot these days. The palm trees are just for show and don’t provide any relief or coverage anywhere. The food is excellent though. Even the lower rated places are pretty damn good and the fruits are to kill for. They are all so health conscience here. You can get brown rice sushi. Traffic, as you know, just helps out Bush’s war and driving a manual is making me have big calves. All the soccer players will soon envy me! There’s construction everywhere on L.A. highways', especially around santa monica. Don’t you just love state road work. I’m living near this awful mess - santa monica, westwood or lower beverly hills and I’m always stuck in traffic, and the road work just makes everyone drive so much faster. I see Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Lotuses, everywhere, all stuck in traffic showing off their 0-10 acceleration speeds. It kind of makes my Honda look like mother teresa, but at least we all go the same speeds, and I normally win, since I've no fear of scratches, dents, nor having my bumper being ripped off. So, I’m trying not to get a tan and trying not to get plastic surgery, but instead I’m going to get a tan and going to get plastic surgery. Before you know it, I’ll have big boobs and blonde hair and look like pamela anderson. You all will freak out for sure.
I’ve been so busy with the move to L.A and never finding time to take time out and enjoy the good life of internet postings. I’m still out of internet access over the weekends because I’m still in the process of setting things up in LA, and trying to squeeze in my personal stuff during corporate work time is just against all work ethic policies, which I follow with strictest regimen. I don’t like the west coast and am planning on moving back to the east, not so long if I can will it. The people out here are terrible. I don’t even know how to describe it, but they generally just suck. I find this to be truer as you move more and more west away from the east. They are not nice and hardly friendly and just plain awful. I’m going to China in a month, and I hope an earthquake takes place and knocks out most of them before I return. There’s so much money out here too! Somehow I need to get a handful of some myself or milk them out of it. I don’t know where they get it all from, but my guesses are from people who likes to go to the movies a lot and people like me who purchases random music all the time. The secondary market is filled with lawyers, agents, advertisers, etc., who make way too much money as well. I feel so poor out here. Actually, that’s probably a fact not a feeling. I definitely don’t like how they dress. I’m more the grungy New York type, lower, east side. I can’t possibly wear black all the time. It’s freaking sunny all year round and it’s stifling hot these days. The palm trees are just for show and don’t provide any relief or coverage anywhere. The food is excellent though. Even the lower rated places are pretty damn good and the fruits are to kill for. They are all so health conscience here. You can get brown rice sushi. Traffic, as you know, just helps out Bush’s war and driving a manual is making me have big calves. All the soccer players will soon envy me! There’s construction everywhere on L.A. highways', especially around santa monica. Don’t you just love state road work. I’m living near this awful mess - santa monica, westwood or lower beverly hills and I’m always stuck in traffic, and the road work just makes everyone drive so much faster. I see Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Lotuses, everywhere, all stuck in traffic showing off their 0-10 acceleration speeds. It kind of makes my Honda look like mother teresa, but at least we all go the same speeds, and I normally win, since I've no fear of scratches, dents, nor having my bumper being ripped off. So, I’m trying not to get a tan and trying not to get plastic surgery, but instead I’m going to get a tan and going to get plastic surgery. Before you know it, I’ll have big boobs and blonde hair and look like pamela anderson. You all will freak out for sure.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Monkey Days
03.26.06
It’s weird that all you need is money to go places, see places, and to do pretty much anything you want to do. I’m on the way to LaGuardia airport in the Connecticut Limo, and it costs me ten bucks to get to the Limo office center using the local taxi and then sixty-five dollars for the ride to the airport. Sixty-five here, ten dollars there, it’s just money spent to make my life easier, and it’s not even my money to begin with! Somehow by some means, I feel that something terrible is going to happen to me. I’ve been fortunate for far too long and feel that my time is about up, that my dues are about to come, that some sort of life payment will be asked of me. I feel like I owe someone or something something. I look at my colleagues and their wastefulness, their lives being too easy, their spoiled manners and habits, and I wonder how far off I am to them. Something has to give, and days like this one in particular, I wonder if I’m pushing my karma buttons even more than I should, testing the limits, and ultimately causing greater problems for the end for me. I’m becoming ridiculously more superstitious as I age, and yet, I hypocritically ridicule those who act the same. I even challenge them, but then I’m the one carrying around a monkey with me to ward off evil spirits from this Dog year that we are in. This monkey business started one day after the New Year when my mother called me up and said that I needed to surround myself with monkeys. I started to laugh and she said in that stern motherly voice, “you laugh now and you’ll see….” Then there was an eerie ten seconds of silence. So then I asked what kind of monkey. She wasn’t too clear, which is normal coming from her as she probably only heard the gossips around her work. She only knew that the Dog Year was a bad omen for me, and I needed to surround myself with monkeys. Great! So that weekend, I spent some time in toy stores looking for a good monkey. I had to look at the monkey for a whole entire year so it had better be cute. I didn’t realize that there were so many foul looking monkeys out there, some rather menacing and very scary. But eventually I found a Curious George one that was super cute. Then I printed out pictures of monkeys and placed them up at my desk and in my apartment. I also put a picture of a monkey on my cell phone, so every time I got a call and opened up my phone, I’d see the monkey. I put Curious George on my work desk, and he stared at me in delight. Later on my mother gave me a jaded monkey necklace to wear. I attached it to my inner book bag’s compartment knowing that I pretty much carry that darn bag everywhere I go. I had little interest explaining to people why I had a monkey around my neck. Later on, I thought about listening to the band, Monkees, but thought that was going way too far. The thing is if it won’t hurt or require too much work on your end, so why not just follow the nonsense and take precautions? It could only help, at least it could just be neutral overall, so why not. At the very end of all my monkey business, it did do what it intended to do, which is protected me from the evilness of the world. Well so far! But when too much good comes along or when nothing bad has come about for awhile, I begin to wonder if it can continue on like this, especially when all your life you’ve been on the losing side or the side that barely breaks even. Which reminds me, so I found a dollar yesterday or maybe it was the day before, but it just came rolling towards me like an ordinary piece of paper blown right into my paws as I bent over to pick it up. It came right into my hands, and I deposited it right into my pocket just as quickly as it came to me. Then I looked up the street expecting more and thinking how great it would be if it were like in the movies where money just starts coming down from the sky because some bad guy, that’s newly turned good guy, decides to dump a bag of money off the tall building to prove the point that money is meaningless and their ways have changed, and I’m on the bottom collecting and saying “yes, money means everything” and greedily stuffing my pockets in glee. For the next two minutes I anticipated someone to holler about their missing money, a dollar in this case (lets not get too upset here), but no cries heard, and not much time after that, I spent it on a hot bowl of soup at Ivy Noodle. You know, I think I’m going to really like these monkey days.
It’s weird that all you need is money to go places, see places, and to do pretty much anything you want to do. I’m on the way to LaGuardia airport in the Connecticut Limo, and it costs me ten bucks to get to the Limo office center using the local taxi and then sixty-five dollars for the ride to the airport. Sixty-five here, ten dollars there, it’s just money spent to make my life easier, and it’s not even my money to begin with! Somehow by some means, I feel that something terrible is going to happen to me. I’ve been fortunate for far too long and feel that my time is about up, that my dues are about to come, that some sort of life payment will be asked of me. I feel like I owe someone or something something. I look at my colleagues and their wastefulness, their lives being too easy, their spoiled manners and habits, and I wonder how far off I am to them. Something has to give, and days like this one in particular, I wonder if I’m pushing my karma buttons even more than I should, testing the limits, and ultimately causing greater problems for the end for me. I’m becoming ridiculously more superstitious as I age, and yet, I hypocritically ridicule those who act the same. I even challenge them, but then I’m the one carrying around a monkey with me to ward off evil spirits from this Dog year that we are in. This monkey business started one day after the New Year when my mother called me up and said that I needed to surround myself with monkeys. I started to laugh and she said in that stern motherly voice, “you laugh now and you’ll see….” Then there was an eerie ten seconds of silence. So then I asked what kind of monkey. She wasn’t too clear, which is normal coming from her as she probably only heard the gossips around her work. She only knew that the Dog Year was a bad omen for me, and I needed to surround myself with monkeys. Great! So that weekend, I spent some time in toy stores looking for a good monkey. I had to look at the monkey for a whole entire year so it had better be cute. I didn’t realize that there were so many foul looking monkeys out there, some rather menacing and very scary. But eventually I found a Curious George one that was super cute. Then I printed out pictures of monkeys and placed them up at my desk and in my apartment. I also put a picture of a monkey on my cell phone, so every time I got a call and opened up my phone, I’d see the monkey. I put Curious George on my work desk, and he stared at me in delight. Later on my mother gave me a jaded monkey necklace to wear. I attached it to my inner book bag’s compartment knowing that I pretty much carry that darn bag everywhere I go. I had little interest explaining to people why I had a monkey around my neck. Later on, I thought about listening to the band, Monkees, but thought that was going way too far. The thing is if it won’t hurt or require too much work on your end, so why not just follow the nonsense and take precautions? It could only help, at least it could just be neutral overall, so why not. At the very end of all my monkey business, it did do what it intended to do, which is protected me from the evilness of the world. Well so far! But when too much good comes along or when nothing bad has come about for awhile, I begin to wonder if it can continue on like this, especially when all your life you’ve been on the losing side or the side that barely breaks even. Which reminds me, so I found a dollar yesterday or maybe it was the day before, but it just came rolling towards me like an ordinary piece of paper blown right into my paws as I bent over to pick it up. It came right into my hands, and I deposited it right into my pocket just as quickly as it came to me. Then I looked up the street expecting more and thinking how great it would be if it were like in the movies where money just starts coming down from the sky because some bad guy, that’s newly turned good guy, decides to dump a bag of money off the tall building to prove the point that money is meaningless and their ways have changed, and I’m on the bottom collecting and saying “yes, money means everything” and greedily stuffing my pockets in glee. For the next two minutes I anticipated someone to holler about their missing money, a dollar in this case (lets not get too upset here), but no cries heard, and not much time after that, I spent it on a hot bowl of soup at Ivy Noodle. You know, I think I’m going to really like these monkey days.
Monday, February 13, 2006
New Haven's Winter
02.13.06
Yesterday I was suppose to fly out but was completely snowed in in Connecticut. The snow started on Saturday night and continued on till Sunday evening, gathering up to anywhere from fifteen inches to over twenty-four inches. My brother called to say that he was shoveling snow nonstop from ten in the morning until way past noon. At the beginning, the snow went up to his knee caps. My brother is six foot three, and he doesn’t have stubby legs.
It was the nice fluffy snow that blew around lightly, and it endlessly kept pouring down. It was easy cleaning the snow off the Volvo because it didn’t harden, but instead, it lightly stacked on top of each other. It was wonderful to look at especially with the blanket of white everywhere and the calm silence that comes along with it. Somehow snow deadens all sounds, partially because cars aren’t around driving around anymore and all the birds and animals are all tucked away hidden. The snow covers the windows, the roofs, leaves, trees, and everything becomes hushed. You get a sense that time has stopped and everything has come to a frozen halt except for the white speckled snow that still lightly floats down around you. The only thing you can hear is the wind, your breathing, and your steps. And also the wind is only the air around your ears and not the air cutting across the trees or buildings. Everything has been deaden with a carpet of snow. Everything is super duper white, clean white, almost pristine. The air is extremely crisp and fresh. You get a sense of awe when you look around. You’d never thought there were so many shades of white all around you. Somehow everything that used to have rough features becomes automatically soft and innocent in style. The old buildings look priestly as it hovers over you, and the big pine trees look like edible sugary powdered trees all sprinkled head to toe with snow. Unfortunately, this will probably the last time that I will ever see such a fine beautiful thing in New Haven. This will probably be the last time I will see Yale covered so finely white ever again.
Yesterday was New Haven at its absolute winter’s best.
Yesterday I was suppose to fly out but was completely snowed in in Connecticut. The snow started on Saturday night and continued on till Sunday evening, gathering up to anywhere from fifteen inches to over twenty-four inches. My brother called to say that he was shoveling snow nonstop from ten in the morning until way past noon. At the beginning, the snow went up to his knee caps. My brother is six foot three, and he doesn’t have stubby legs.
It was the nice fluffy snow that blew around lightly, and it endlessly kept pouring down. It was easy cleaning the snow off the Volvo because it didn’t harden, but instead, it lightly stacked on top of each other. It was wonderful to look at especially with the blanket of white everywhere and the calm silence that comes along with it. Somehow snow deadens all sounds, partially because cars aren’t around driving around anymore and all the birds and animals are all tucked away hidden. The snow covers the windows, the roofs, leaves, trees, and everything becomes hushed. You get a sense that time has stopped and everything has come to a frozen halt except for the white speckled snow that still lightly floats down around you. The only thing you can hear is the wind, your breathing, and your steps. And also the wind is only the air around your ears and not the air cutting across the trees or buildings. Everything has been deaden with a carpet of snow. Everything is super duper white, clean white, almost pristine. The air is extremely crisp and fresh. You get a sense of awe when you look around. You’d never thought there were so many shades of white all around you. Somehow everything that used to have rough features becomes automatically soft and innocent in style. The old buildings look priestly as it hovers over you, and the big pine trees look like edible sugary powdered trees all sprinkled head to toe with snow. Unfortunately, this will probably the last time that I will ever see such a fine beautiful thing in New Haven. This will probably be the last time I will see Yale covered so finely white ever again.
Yesterday was New Haven at its absolute winter’s best.
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