Nothing is ever easy for a Random Magnet

Just when you think things are going one way something occurs to you without your notice till its too late.
This year, I've went through 3 positions at my working place thinking that my medical insurance transferred over properly but due to the idiocy of human error things are now all balls. Not only do i have no Insurance, but its guaranteed that I wont have insurance for the whole year of 09.

Now I'd like to think that I am a pillar of strength and that the need to go to the doctors are usually reserved for things that good ol Robitussin cant handle. Its just the safety net of knowing I'm covered and for those random moments of adventuring, if in case i get into an argument with a grizzly or my damned body decides to give out.

I guess its never easy in the life of me huh? Ideally this shouldn't even be a problem and everything goes off smoothly like a fine planned vacation as oppose to buying a used car then discovering random things wrong with it. Yea, that's whats going on, I'm a Random Magnet.

The Japanese Conspiracy

Its finally done.
Ever since the Empire collapsed and was overrun by commercialism the Japs slowly laid waist to the American cultural ideals by smart business savvy techniques that only Minamoto Musashi could have have dreamed of in his 'Book of 5 Rings'.
The technological reliance with its cars, electronics, and women are the "Trinity of Triumph" for the once Fallen "Rising Sun".

One of their long term goals have finally reached its fruition.
It idea that "Smaller is Better" and the whole "On the Go" mentality.
From the American sized Cellular Phones being the size of a brick to the now popular Thin and Efficient Asian phones are being the norm.
Same goes to the vehicles.
American mentality is if the damned truck don't fit you force it in the damned parking spot, Americans are entitled to that understanding that your gas saving efficiency and logic minded vehicle are subjected to their behemoths with its 1 passenger as opposed to your Prius's fitting 4 people comfortably.
Yes these slick Japs are turning the tides on popular products and cornering the market with using the Logic of "This is what you really need" and "Anything more would hurt the delicate leather of your wallets".
Damn them, as Americans I say that we should counter attack there logic with random fits of unproven American gossip and unsettling masculinity.
They may be great at proving us wrong but were great at not noticing.

Let our unrealistic expectations be the judge of this new age idea of "What Works".
To counter the Asian ideas of being 'Just Right' for the people, lets buy anything that bulks us up and heighten the standers of sizes to keep the damned yellow wolves at bay.

AMERICA!

Russians Dont Like.....

In this new spire i call work, I've meet some interesting people.
Unlike the last workplace I slaved for, the makeup of the workers here are more European, and eastern European. The very ideas that i am now working with this culture has been a great opportunity to learn from them, observe our differences and likenesses. Its peeked all my scientific muscles and I've been silently observing the small noticeable differences between our cultures.

I have my own ideas as to how the majority of their traditions and ideals have been influenced. Sure the 'Cold War' and Stalin were key factors in creating ripples to current day society, but i think it goes deeper than this. So far my Hypothesis is that Rasputin's bearded threads still holds eerily close to every Russians and near Russian territories, possibly due to his Sex Cults and his love for taking bullet shots, his blood (being spilled all over the country) must be some pathogen that gives them the penchant for aggressive gene that most of their women hold today.

But enough about their History and their perpetual state of A-sexual mutations (like a frog) and focus on the current state of those Nuke loving Kalashnikov, in this new segment I'll be so happy to title "Russians Don't Like...."

Affinity for Infinity

A homeless man approached me the other day.
He asked for something i couldn't decipher through his dry, chapped skin lips and words that started with F*ck. This man must be a fan of the German language.

Whatever he did ask me I simply (as do most average to do debt drowning citizen) lifted my hand looked at him the best remorseful way possible and apologized for wasting my time. My hand was opened wide, as if i was some kind of magician showing the audience that nothing was in my hands.

To my surprise the hobo reached for my hand, In my shock i stood there not knowing what to do. The feelings and questions started to dart through my mind.

Whats he going to do?-I hope that sticky feeling on his hand is ketchup- I'll hold my breath so that i couldn't inhale his Oder-His teeth looks like corn-this looks right about gay right now-how do homeless people find the best shopping carts, the ones i normally end up with in the market are lobbing and turns to the sides-and so on........

In a fraction of a second more that a thousand thoughts jolt bouncing from one side of my brain meat to the other, but what the hobo said exceeded even beyond my expectations.
He compared my hand to his, and started to laugh.
"Are you OK? whats going on?" I asked the now amused Hobo.
"F*k'n Salright" the slur king stated
"F*k'n Small Hands Small Dick" the slur king decreed as he walked off to the Powell street Bart exit waiting for someone else to marvel at his gingivitis collection in his mouth.

By that nights end I couldn't help but feel good about myself knowing i brought happiness to a homeless mans life today.

On the line of 7

Its come to my attention of how much I've been too dependent on work.

My life revolves around the hours of my operations.

Whether it be going to the Gymnasium, bible study, and or valuable random acts of entertainment, one thing always remain the same, "Let me check if I'm off that day" has become my battle cry since after High School.

Last time around I tried to screw the system of things by taking a ridicules morning shifts and set things up by fooling the damned bureaucracy that established it by leaving all my nights available. That worked for a few months only the the fat man on top figured it out and decided to have its way with my mouth.

Lock jawed and penny less i took the first Overseer how came by my way. Now... I'm back to the grueling Graveyard and Swing shifts with lesser hours but with more flexibility. So far this Overseer has been gentile and a bit too kind. What evil sins will i find hidden in this establishments mattresses i can only sit back an wait.

Till then, i keep hoping for a better tomorrow and bath in the filth of today.

Alfred Hitchcock Presents: Season 1

Since I've finally found out how to run the 'Instant View' on my Netflix account, I've been watching some horrible dumb movies/shows.
Till one night I discovered 'Alfred Hitchcock Presents' as an option to view.
Several episodes in (25 min. each) it has now been in regular circulation of my viewing pleasures.


This was Hitchcock at his best.
Creating a weekly show, constantly pushing the boundaries of cinematography, and experimenting with subjects but remaining consistent with his staple of quality and oddities. The Episodes are timeless showing humanities darker shadows if inner selves.
Hitchcock is insane and funny in the darkest of senses.

Fall season is Hip Hop month!

Something about 'Fall' that gets people into the Rap/Hip Hop music.
I have theories about that, in short the nights are longer and the clubbing hours/party lengths are extended and what better way for fallen man to indulge himself with music that verifies there intentions/life styles. But enough of that dissertation. I've been... umm...obtained this years top rap

Albums and will start reviewing the albums by the following:
-Themed Tracks (i.e. money, sex, political influences, and other themes most rap wraps around).
-Level of Hardness (how hard core is the presentation.)
-Beats (cuz what is hip hop without the beats?)
-Guest Features (who's who in the crew)
-Ladies Appeal ( after all, isn't this what hip hop is all about, getting the ladies to dance to tracks that objectifies them?)

Goals i need to accomplish:

In most theme parks, they take pictures of you on the rides then sell'em to you at a high price.

I myself never really had the need to buy the things due to its pricing and usually boring shots till one day i thought of something.

I wanted to buy a chess board and glue the pieces on the board.

then somehow sneak it into the theme park and ride the roller coasters posing like im playing chess and in a calm state.

To further sell you the idea, here's a random pic of a Black African American family enjoying a ride, now imagine if someone in that shot had a chess board and in a 'Thinking" pose...

Trust me, it's a lot funnier in my head then on paper, but yea,... one of the goals i would like to accomplish.

Everyman's puzzle....

The Labyrinth Equation

In front of you you are greeted with 3 doors.
each door leads you further into the Labyrinth.
There are 3 identical guards with spears in front of the doors.
One guard will always lie, the other will always tell the truth, and the last one will stab you for asking tricky questions.
Will you let your friend go first?

Getting old is total Pwnage

The best part of getting older is gonna be intentionally misusing slang around teenagers just to watch them squirm.

Angular Movement

I remembered a time when i was in love with someone.
I had this random thought, i now wish i had put into action.

I wanted to spin real fast counter clockwise.
Why?
You see, each turn robs the Planet of its angular movement.
slowing its spin the tiniest bit, lengthening the night, pushing back the dawn, giving me a little more time here... With You.

I thought that by doing this, it would be a romantic thing to do, but once i pictured it in my head, the 'Common Sence' department vetoed the whole action. Leaving an uneventful night.

Noise Bleed: Bernie Mac Dies at age 50

Bernie Mac died at a Chicago hospital this morning from Pneumonia.

yea, i know.... i didn't know he was that old.

Noise Bleed

Amazing thought of the Day...

The first person to ever decided to 'Milk' a cow must be a crazy perverse man, to then try to package the damned thing and sell it to others due to its white substance.

Death Dealers

There was once a time when i could live without certain extravagances. The use of toothpaste, toilet paper (tabo), Internet, and quite possibly the use of pants.

Life was simpler then, but then the nutty happiness ended.

The constant whorbaggery of coffee shop images begin to show up on my telly and soon infected my circle of friends. Hang out sessions no longer in the comfort of ones own home, or graffiti parks but in coffee shops and trendy coffee/book stores. The merger of the 2 have been line the merger of European currency, disastrous.

Once I have been a regular of a site, i coincidentally befriend the local Batista in which i have several names to call them but in secret, i dont want to reveal my disdain for their peddlment of caffeine blood.

O if only Crack Dealers learn lessons from these Batista's.

Crack Dealers threaten your being if you dont pay up or withhold the substance from you if you were to drop a deal (almost doing the right thing, but by accident)

Batista's kill you with customer service and a minimum wage smile, and every once in a while give free samples (horrible for you, especially if you have type 2 diabetes; deadly).

I'm trapped in this vortex of Caffeine addiction.

I dont want help though i need it.

I have this constant nagging that i cant function without my Espresso.

and my quick fixes are Redbull and Soda.

Noise Bleed:

The human spirit is diminished every time Coldplay release a record.
Soon, we will all have the souls of slugs,
and it will be their fault.

House World

Nothing much to write about other than getting a hang of this computer thing, getting caught up in the generation. I’m beginning to wonder if being a hermit is bad… I mean it’s come to a point that my bedroom and living room is the only places I really wish in the world to be in now. Let the world run its course and have it all go to the flea market of STDs for all I care. My room is comfortable, my living room is a hustle and bustle of conversations and random acts of violence and well, lets not get into the downstairs construction guru.
In fact, this short long haired Filipino gentleman, something about him I cant trust, could it be that fact that his pointer finger is longer that his middle? Or that obscene way he watches me do laundry as if giving me a cold tough lashing with his eyes.

Yes, the house is practically a planet of people with different agendas.
-Black Jeff is the pollutant, giving his essence of manliness with whatever he sits on.
-Allen Van Gout is the stranger artist with his memories lost in the future, he constantly tries to catch up with.
-Younger Boy the heir to my electronics. I see him there waiting for me to expire…. Already claiming dibs to my thrown.
-Techno Nick one of the few Straight Chinese left, somewhat of an oddity, possibly due to his countries policy of a one child family initiative, will all the Chink boys running around, it’s no wonder they can rock Capri Pants.

What can I say; my house is living and breathing, sucking away my soul and saving me slave money I should be spending on my oppressors.

I'm Insanely Sane

To be more in love with the Desire than the Desired.

Living life sanely is to be truly feared due to sanity being only obtained by yielding to others notions. Life is lived for you, and yet you are still self seeking, self absorbed, and in constant need to feed this selfish abyss.
What is Love? is it the Disney notion of what we are feed by the same people that sell it's dolls, and merchandise? Is Love merely an excuse to fill that selfish abyss of desire?
Know 'I' before you commit to a 'We' in marriage.
both parties desire the 'Desire' but not really the 'Desired'.

Something in the Kitchen

Every few years humans have discovered combining 2 different things would equate into 1 amazing product (ex. Phones/organizers, Cars/Radio, and BBQ/Mustard).


Well to no surprise most have become necessities and classics.


In this case in point we have something i just read off the internet box about


"Mortal Kombat Vs. DC Universe"

For most fans of fighting games the Vs series always dedicated itself for fun and frantic gameplay. Marvel Vs. Capcom, Fighters Megamix and King of Fighters just to name a few.

Point #1: yes that is Batman hitting Sub Zero in the back of the head with an ancient art of kung fu where the victim squirts blood from his shoulders (cuz we all know shoulders have arteries).

Point #2: This is a 'Fall 08' release so its not too far off. If you are a total comic loyalist, ignore one of the many crappy Batman Titles you buy (cuz i know you buy all 12 Batman affiliated titles per month you sick Nancy) that would save you enough money to purchase this game and see Batman in his full 3D outer underwear sculpted manliness in the palm of your hands.

Point #3: Now this is a random negative, you see who ever wins this battle will have to take the other universes vocabulary. If DC Universe wins the name will be called "Mortal Combat" but if Mortal Kombat is the victor it would be called the DK Universe with With secret identities of Bruke Wayne and Klark Kent, and Kaptain Marvel (the MK universe has a thing against the letter 'C'... i guess it isn't manly enough)

So there you have it, all is at stake here, the universe needs you!

The NEXT 'Horror' Craze!

As far as i can remember, the trend were like so.... (Lets start with the 80's)

1980's-Outer space(Aliens/UFO's)

Aliens were the Horror craze of this time. People loved the crazy designs and a far more believable monster flick to the unknown stars.

*This was a great time for Sci-Fi fans*

Early 1990's-Vampires

Vampires were given a huge push in the early 90's due to Tom Cruz, and Anthony Hopkins.

*I loved this time cuz it made Horror films class and sexiness.*

Late 90's- Apocalypse/End of Days

Its 1999 and the world is going to end with a Will Smith or Jeniffer Lopez music in the background and Schwarzenegger is fist fighting the Devil, and Y2K was enough hype the producers just kept dishing them out.

2000's-Zombies

I guess it makes sense, its kinda funny, the themes are more like 'The End Already Came and it brought Zombies'.

2010?

I'd like to start and hope that the next trend is Werewolves vs. Space Cowboys on the Moon.

What do you think?

All this for a King

It never ceases to amaze me.

I can talk about the craziest things imagined, from anti-abortion serial killers to the hottest trends of body modifications (I'd like to call it Artful Mutilation).

But once you utter Salvation from Sin through Jesus The Christ.... you always get a blank look like someone watching an ugly person playing 'skipp-it'.

It doesn't just stop there, you immediately get jugged by your peers by being closed minded and to be more of a 'Free Thinker' like them (all this while they wait for the 'Facebook/Myspace' page to boot up, minimizing the 'Nicekicks.com' or the latest iphone accessories possibly to catch up with the latest 'Free Thinking' trends... i mean heavens forbid them to free think for themselves).

Where am i getting at?

Well, everyone already knows an idea of who this Jesus Christ guy is, not because they actually read the Bible, but because they were told it by Friends of friends that a family member read on the internet of someone else interpretation. That is if they even cared enough to even go that far, its easy enough just sit and watch the 'History Channel' to read and summarize the Bible for us anyway right?

Now back to my situation, I share this notion that God made a way for us to be made Right with him through his Son and I get the same response as everyone else, "yea Jesus came and Died for our Sins, I already believe that," but when i ask what about Christ and who is he, i get that look again, the ugly 'Skipp-it' look, and they backpedal to the whole, "Thats your belief/religion, all we can do is do our best here and stay faithful, it doesn't matter if you are Christian/Catholic/Muslim/Jew".

This is the problem, information is out there but is it applied. Unless the information is Accepted/Applied/and then placed in action all it is merely an 'Idea' forever floating around in the stream of other ideas, only being pulled out as a conversation peace.

Always test your 'Beliefs' to what the Bible says, and find out if it is Truth.

Is Jesus really God? what so special being Gods Son? What makes me a Catholic? and the big question, why do I need to be 'Saved'?

Read God's word and find out for yourself.

Why do i Share The Gospel?

I do All this for a King.

4 shots of expresso later and....

Bang, it hits me!

I need to prepare a Message for this Sundays Evening Service! @5:30pm

It'll be insane due to the whole 'Work till my Hopes are crushed' then go to the 'Parents Day Banquet' to lament on the effects of what my parents did to me to remind myself why i am me, and then speak about our (Christians) Hope in Jesus Christ for the Evening Service (at 05:30pm).

Hehehe, I wonder if this is how Billy Graham started off? in a caffeine induced twitch wondering what to do next Sunday?

Greatest post on 'Craigslist.com' #1

Found this post and I couldnt stop laughting.

“want age 25-70 guy to come over and jo in my model train room. mutual touching and stuff but nothing more than that… im not gay. its all HO scale. then after you finish you can stomp around and kick the trains and buildings like a monster (dont break they are my sons) we can do this until 4 am or until we get tired. also i have lots of imitation crab meat in my freezer that i need to get rid of so you can have a bunch when you leave. its all perfectly good we just got too much!!!”

jo on rails

Yea, freakin funny.

Ways of the Heart

I Race through the Green Fields.

The Sun Races through a Blue Sky filled with White Clouds.

the ways of my Heart are much like the Sun. I runs and rests; the Sun Rises and Sets.

Dont give upo on the Sun. Don't make the Sun Laugh at You.

Bear Vs. Bunny

"Your so money and you dont even know it....
You are like big Bear with Claws and Big Fangs! WITH BIG FREAKIN TEETH!
and she's just like this little bunny who's just kinda cowering in the corner, shivering... Yea, man, and you just kinda like... you know, you got these claws, your stairing at these claws and your thinking to yourself..... your thinking...'Man how are you supposed to kill this bunny?'
Yea, your not hurtin' it, your just gently batting the bunny around ya see.
The Bunny is scared of you! Shivering! YOU GOT FREAKING CLAWS! and FANGS, MAN!
and your looking at these claws and looking at these fangs right, and your thinking to your self... 'I dont know what to do? man, I dont know how to kill the Bunny'
you know what i mean?"

Xpected Humility

18 stories above Folsom St. i look down with a silly idea of perspective.
Perspective on how it would feel like to fall/drop. The highest i've ever jumped off was 60ft from a cliff to the river, it was exhilarating. but 18 stories?
Usually family is told 'Cardiac Arrest' would come within 12 stories and the impact was a lifeless/brain dead pile of meat and bones. I can only imagine skull fragments forever stuck in between the spaces of the sidewalk.
Life would then go on as soon as the police tape and the clean up crew erase the incident within hours.
My mind races and my heart fluctuate as my imagination runs wilder... what if, as i fell i had one last experience of voyeurism looking threw a window for a fraction of a second and see a family newly entering a vacant room, placing its toiletries and clothing in the closet making a make shift home away from home in a forgin city, cant wait to ride the cable cars and visit the Pier with the smelly sea lions. It must be interesting working as a high rise window cleaner. The view, and constant struggle to stay alive, i bet they appreciate being alive every day they get off that platform.

Clubbin/Drank/Hyphy/Nerd culture:

When searching the 'Super Information Highway' i came across a site that showed people getting married or 'Hooking' up due to some really trivial things. Dancing, Star Wars, Anime, Drinking, or just the silly fact that both people have a mutual fear of dying alone.
This puzzles me.
Facebook/Myspace (and to a lower extent Friendster) are places were like minds can meet and hang out, voice out opinions, and weather we all wanna admit it or not, possibly find that special 'someone'.
This makes me loose control or my

In ones desperation's, one tends to let go things that make this person 'Defined'.
You hook up cuz you like the same Music, but when you find out that the other does not share your same beliefs in God, and of his son Jesus THE Christ, this is acceptable. You reason out and justify the reasons. Can you change him/her? It must be Gods will for this to happen, after all ((((insert your meeting of this person and add a spiritual twist to it to)))).

If a person can find another person, and openly share the same tastes in Food/Music/Movies (Trivial things, these things DO NOT Define you, they are objects, expressions of self) why not actually BE Complete and if God does place someone in your life, then all the glory goes to the Lord.

The rate things are going, you have Empty people, finding Things to define themselves, to snare another Empty person.

Soooo Sad.

Unflinching retardation

I keep telling myself i wouldnt do it, not for a long while, or at least not till i get home.

It feels like ants have replaced my arm hair, and my eyebrows are truning against me for subjecting my pinky nail to mine for green gold up my right nostril.

Damn, what to do....

I pace a bit, trying to capture a hint of decorum, rationally and logicaly spining on my heels for another 180 degree turn thinking this is how Scruge McDuck did this thinking... a constant posture and flow, mind and body both traversing though and sensless oblivion. Actualy now that i think about it Scruge McDuck didn't pace left and right, he paced on a circle, to the point that the floor was discolored, and earth bleed through. I guess that is a visual aid to show how much the rich worrie of keeping their wealth, but bolocks to that, back to the situation at hand.

I think about timing, the importance of it, how it can sway a key decision, or destroy a mouth full of teeth, but timing is nothing if there is a countdown, then it becomes more of assesing damages, and least resistance.

Resistance.

I pictue a wind tunnel, with light mist blowing against a fancy new car, showing how aero dynamic it is to its possible owners.

Loosing my train of thought, i forget what it was i was worried about... something to do with waiting, something to deal with dicipline.... I guess the best way of dealing with a problem with dicipline/waiting is to forget about the issue and not think/lurk on its appeal huh?

Never say Farewell unless you Mean it

On a ruteen day posted in this slave like industry we call hotel hospitality, i was greeted with a strange almost human 'Hello'.

Its difficult working in the travel buisnes and actualy recieve such a rare gem of someone in honest need of assistance withought the hurried feel of rectile discomfort, or the feeling that brutus will be shaking your hand soon and stabing you in the back with his other.

She was a woman around the age of 40, her tight fitted leather jacket bearly holding on to close the wide revine she called a stomach, sad realy, i bet a few months ago (seeing that the jacket was still pretty new, the creases were hardly visibe of wear and tear) we was in a more healtier physique, her dyed red hair disshuveled, and eyes focused at something behined me, something not there.

It was 510pm and my shift only startd an hour and ten minutes ago, and to see a woman in a drunken state wasn't that strange, it was just that usualy people that did this sort of things travel in packs, some to look easy, and the others not so pretty but made up for it in her preditory vaccuis behaviors. But this woman... a deeper painful seceret was held inside of her skin bearly holding on, like her leather jacket, ready... no, needs to be let out.

I escorted her to her room, she walked as though the tides leader her forward almost zen like, 4 steps forward-----2 steps back--. Upon reaching the elevator, and when she felt the most safest she reveals to me the reason of her condition.

"This was the last place i saw my husband alive" she said, talking to me while staring at the wall behind me, not so talking to me but more like telling me, because there was nothng i could say.
"We were at the pool, then to our room after our visit to our daughters place.... then he started bleeding...." he nose started to leak fluid and her lips felt the strange mixture of alcohol, tears, and snot, she wipes her upper lip with her jacket sleeve trying to regroup herself. Before i could mutter a word the elevator door rang and the doors were open revealing an empty yellow toned hallway leading down a long path to her room.

"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to.... its just that, i miss him so much, it was just this December..."
In my great knowlege and wisdom the only question i can muster up was, "Are you staying in the same room, you did the last time? cuz i dont think thats healthy"
Now that i think back on it, how dumb was that? of all the insencitive things to say. She looked back at me, opening her door. Some how she gathered up enough streanght to lift up a kind smile and said "Thank you, good night".

I could only imagin what is going through in her mind, what path she's going to take, and will i ever regret of posting in the lobby are of my slave building that moment? all i know is that even if said goodby to her love 3months ago, she's still carying him with her not letting him rest.
Never say Farewell unles syou mean it.

Japan

To say a whole country/culture is ridiculus and nutts is to sound racist and horrible.

But in this case it isnt for the negative (well at least most of it).

You see Japan is a country with 2 extremes.

Serious

wild-repressed rage.

that simple. its quite strange.

Above:

Witch Nurse

Right:

Future Battle Waitress

These are 2 example of Japans take on 'Originality'

you can blatantly see the ooze of sexuality of underage girls, an image of the characters screaming "Taint my innocence with your love Wand", and excusing themselves with the idea of 'this is totaly innocent you dirty bastards!

the thing I want to address though is this.

did they just jumble a bunch of nouns together to creat characters? the pattern of Noun-Noun-Verbe?

Femail-Hose-Rider

Robot-Nurse-Server

Animal-girl-joy

man-man-play

the list goes on and on.

ever notice that the characteres are under developed but thier 'oddity' creates it for them.

I mean a Squid-Girl-Fighter? the character wrights itself right?

now if you mix it in with a.... i dont know, repressed serious typical/relatable japanes boy with a hidden perversion (i.e. nose bleed during sexualy sugestive moments) then you have a TV series that us stupid americans praise cuz the show is forgin and 'original'.

for those of you framiliar of Bridget... this should already make my point.

goodnight.

Laugh out loud Riot !

Whats in a name?
Deep in the bowels of the building i work at. Follow the lines and lines of twitchy addicted people to thier legal drug that Buckes them in the Star, you find a lanky (like a tether ball pole) tanned woman who in this twisted sea of caffine freaks and twitchy muscular distrophy convention, the supplier of this nondiscriminatory drug of brown liquid called coffie.

Like all Cafe attendants she would like to exume the 'Woman of the Night' look, compleet with a daized if not clouded stair, loose jaw (for reasons unknown) and a peculiar 3 second delay time from responding to said questions. Is this an act of pure briliance? Is the 3 second delay the time she has to translate the knowlege in her mind for meer mortals like us to understand lest are prepaired with a chizzle and stone tablets?

In this case we can deffinatly agree that God does have character and is a true eternal being due to this small example of Humor. Yes, this Supplier of Colombian Brown Blood is truly a woman of 'Lag Time' as what most Net Junkies would like to call her as if her prosesing speed is in dire need of an update. possibly still running on a floppy.

She informed me of a new housing situation near a Ballys fitness (another sexpit spot of lowself esteemed people breeding only to have poor skills in anything else remotly in perenting).
This is funny due to the fact that she moved near my Church (several blocks away) in expressing my sudden understanding of where she is moving to 6 seconds have passed and she asked if i was a Jehovas witness, in response i said "No, I'm a Christian" 3 seconds pass and in her delayed response she lifted her long lanky arm revealing a bony skelleton finger and laughs.
I then wonder, what was that about?
is she moking my beliefs? is she joking about me understanding of my salvation only by Grace? what does she know?
then through my muddled though a though popped out..... She is a Jehovas Witness, another thing she shares with my ex-girlfriend outside of the delayed response, woman of the night, and name.

Whats in a name?

Muay Thai Work Out Regiment

This is freakin ridicules!
before i was able to run/jog 5miles and light work out, but now.... sigh...

I'll have to break it down,
Monday: Run 3miles and 2 rounds of push ups

Tuesday: 3 Rounds of Jump Rope--- Hand Skills

Wednesday: 3 Rounds of Jump Rope ----Feet Skills.

Thursday: Dashes--- combos


So far i'll try this work out starting today. Friday is a no-go due to work, Sat. due to choir and sunday is church.
Odd huh?
well, I'll see how long can i continue this. the thing is that i MUST do it, weather i'm feeling it or not. Pray for me!

Emergency Gym Opus

The other day as watched the 4th episod of an anime the same as any other anime with just the difference of a robot with a scottish flare, 'Heat Guy J' i then had the sudden urge to work out.
Now, for those of you who havent seen/known me, i was once in shape. Now, this pudgy physic and round jolly attitude i then realize that i am comfortable. I am comfortable with the way i am. Is this Bad? Does that mean that i no longer want to better myself?
the sudden urge to work out increased to a point that i've started my training again.
So far i realized that i'm a lot slower, and heavier on my strikes, and my endurance is shot.
I must logicaly see the need to continue this Work Out feel, cuz i dont want to do it like anyone els flopping about the local 24 hour fitness hole, all with bad self esteem, and seceretly hate themselves. I want to do this cuz its healthy, improve my skills in the martial arts, and for the fun of it.
now if only i can believe my own words......

Bordom in the boardroom

I just finnished an 'important meeting' at work an hour ago. The meeting lasted for 2 hours. To sum it up it goes like this:
Management Loves you! we really Do! Tell us what you think and ways to improve our ways of managing so that we can serve you better!....? what? is that so? WOW.... Well cant you see its your fault and responcibility? (other suck ups then laugh with the management hoping to get their balls coddled) You do understand that pollicy dictates.... bla, bla, bla... and that EVEN if we can we cant.... Management Loves you! we really Do!....? what? one of us did what?....

And so on and so on.
all the while i was sitting there trying not to fade away to oblivion and yet attempt to keep my sanity. Note the key word "Atempt" cuz in my mind I am rather concerned about the sudden urge, half an hour ago, to alphabetise my cd collection, or ways to construct rows of tiny houses out of toenail clippings, earwax and scrote-hair. Yea that bored, so far i've been thinking up names to give the houses.

well, screw work and boff the lott of management loves you propaganda, thier payed to do this, and are forced to love you!

Alien mythology

Its kinda funny.
There is 2 viewpoints in the building of Pyramids.
1) Aliens:
Reason of this is that people think that ancient man was not smart enough and not evolved enough to creat such wonder. Hence the idea of Aliens mapping and inspireing man of creating it.

I dont blame people that think this way due to the fact that Science forces us to think of man evolving from Apes and the human mind realy was unsufisticated to understand/comprehend its own creation. As opposed today were we marvel at our creations and think that we are truly smarter than man in the past.

Science in a way created its own catch 22.
Because we were not 'Evolved' enough and that science states that we were too stupid to do something so grand, it puts its reasons to Aliens. Better believe in Science Fiction than to believe in a Religious one.

2)Man created it souly to honor itself.
This one is the 'Impossible' thing Science refuses or cant accept due to the fact that if negates its 'Evolution' theory due to the fact that the human mind has always been the same, and that in a way, we are mearly repeating history, from Pyramids, to sky scrapers, airplaines, internet. Man glorifiying its own creation.

This belief system is atributed to the Inteligent Design theory of a God creating man and that man has always been and will always be the same.

What am i trying to convey.
Is Science more 'Fantasy' than truth?
Is Believing in God more 'Solid' than what most people think?

I think we are just arrogant and marvel at our wonders today like how the Egiptians, Romans, and Renassance men, in the past.
Do note that technology only growes do to a more united/'smaller' world, and that each culture gives its 2 cents and combine other cents to creat a dollar. We borrow each others small creations already created then amplify it and make things more convenient.

Whenever Science has no answere they claim things to be BILLIONS OF BILLIONS of years. Its kinda like their Desus Machina (oddly enough meaning God of Machines).
Or is it mearly Mankind being several Centuries Old and that we are mearly repeating our mistakes, emotions, and natural tendancies.

In conclusion:
Science leades to more confusion and doesnt realy answere much outside of technology thats making us spoiled and weaker.
The Bible showes us what we've always been, and reveals to us that this world is mearly a blinkof an eye.

Homlessexual

If one is to be beaten, placed a in a field with wild lockjawed dykes with chainsaw breasts for having a wild imagination then I would be one of the first batches in the caravans of people to meet his/her demize.
Well one of those moments occured to me last night, just past 12:22am after work.
Due to a growing problem of streets getting too small and people are in the habbit of waisting thire blood labors on huge bulking show of 'superiority' called cars, my own poor excuse of 'superiority' was parked a few blocks away, through the dark S.F. alleyways.

Every sound around me is amplified due to the high walls, bridge overpasses have pillars creating an effect one can only imagin being underneath a huge fossilized centaped. Shadows dissapear, and the things you now fear are the lights manipulating your darkest dreads and insecurities. The wet cement floors reveal a soundless muzzled steps and random crisp sounds revealing disguarded plastic bags, then i hear a whisper.

I froze for what seems to be a millenia relating to the remains of the people of Pompei forever turned to status due to the volcanic ash. Was that whisper nothing more than my imagination? was it getting louder? which way is it comming from? and the main question in my head, why am i not running? Fear turns to curiosity, and i try to follow the sound with my eyes. leading me to a dark shadow behind one of the Pillars shadows. At this point images of littel dwarves with circular spears pop into my mind i automaticly draw up a plan to thwart there thurst for Pinoy flesh, but then reality steps in, my eyes adjust to the lack of lighting and i see a figure, 2 of them to be exact stacked on top of eachother like Jenga peices, the top one seemed to be teetering and about to collaps the Jenga structure.

To my surprize it wasnt dwarves, or Jenga blocks but to Homeless people making love. To my shame i looked away hoping i didn't interupt there Extream PDA performance, and continued my walk to my poor excuse of 'Superiority'. Upon driving back home i couldnt get the though of 2 poor and out indeviduals finding 'love' in the midst of harsh conditions, i couldnt help but think can they truly love like 'regular' people? have a 'regular' relationship and remain poor? or will they try to pick things up and try to better there situation?

Dont get me wrong, homeless people are regular people with natural needs and affections like Love, hate, and fear. But through life expreiences there deffinitions of the words alter and possibly tainted. The Social View of Love is the ones that we see in TV, in there situation, that is not possible, but then again in real life no matter how much we try to immitate art, all were doing is immitating something that is truly abnormal.

Little Emily

Little Emily was wondering in the outskirts of her Aunts Cemetary one snowy afternoon. Her snow boots crunching with every step, and every breath looked as though she herself was a portal for the souls below her to assend to the skies. She would look up and see the heat vapors vanish into the 4pm skies, then all goes black.
Little Emily awakens with what feels to be in a belly of a speeding monster. Now having difficulties breathing due to something around her neck, she thinks "this is a joke right? kuyas pulling a fast one" but the pain in her poking her left arm with every shift tells her otherwise, possibly a toolbox.
Voices are heard through the sack surrounding her head, past the cotton and leater seats that separate her with the ones that abducted her. Within moments the voices form words, words with melody only a boxer with cauliflower ears could understand, "Its too late to appologize, its too late" the sound gets louder with a womans voice attempting to sing over it, "ITS TOO LATE TO APOLOGIZE, ITS TOO LATE" the voice now seems to echo in her head..."I'm sorry, let me go please, I promise not to tell" but somehow the song answeres her inner monolouge all too well. The car gets wilder and the bumps more violent, then with a sudden screech and a sound like a humpback whale screaming, it all stops.
Few days later Little Emily was back in her Aunts Cemetary, the snow crunches with every step, and the souls of the dead are brought to the skies through the peoples breath that are there for her cerimony. I wonder if Little Emilys was one of them.

Trouble Troubles you

One can ever wonder what the world was before our world started.
Did the old universe have similar orgins as ours? If so how far did its technology evolve? Or was did its main inhabitants totaly different than ours, that us being made under Gods image as opposed to the old Universes look/feel, was it more angelic and bright?
Are we just cycles of "New Heaven and New Earth"?
Or are we (Meaning our Universe/Reality) be the final one God creates, like the ending of Revelations 22.
Quick thing.....
In the end of our universe and God creates a New Heaven and New Earth with God himself as ruler, we are leaked through, kinda like trickled down from the old world. How about the World before us? did they trickl down? Such as the case with Sin, the Evil One and many other things?
Hmmm...

the Tragic Trauma Tabs

Its happening again.

I should know, I've went through this several times before.

The edge of exaustion, the limit of sanity.

Right now all my muscles ache, my head feels like its submerged in urine and blood, my eyes are like police sirens warding off all who looks at me in direct contact. I want to sleep but cant due to my working hours. If i had my way, i would have sleept in but i cant afford getting that 'write up'. Back to back shifs, 14hr work day, and evil overseers. Seems like the begining of a video game, but this time the hero is a lowely security guard that just cant tell from phisical to imagined images. I hope i dont have to write any reports of incidents or stupid he said she said buisness.
I feel like gnawing at my tendons.

This is the borderline, if i dont have sleep soon then dementia kicks in and afterwards... Doktor Sleepless.

Gerber Baby Food

Just the other day (not that other day, the other one!) I was sight seeing in our local Electronic Orgazim store known to the local mass omnivores, 'Best Buy' in the land of the dead, Colma.
Already i understand why this senario seems funny and sad.

Here is a place filled with our departed and forgotten loved ones, miles and miles of people that has influenced our little lives, and shaped who we are today, only left to be taken cared of by Mexican gardeners, and sprinkler heads.

Then lies the Comedy, a giant box of consumer filth plopped right on the center, and droves and droves of people flock to its 'Savings' thinking it would grant them 'Salvation' to there meek existance.

Here I was. Surrounded with what looked like a crowed of undead people, almost numbering the nearby Italian Cemetarys Grave Markers.

Here i was, in its Mens Restroom located at the back near the room where the establishments slaves quarters were.
As i stood ever so close to the urinal a gentelman occupied the one next to me. He seemed happy, the kind of happy a bunch of microchips in a black box so you can watch your High Def. Porn, happy.
As i reached the end of my stream, the person to my left let loose some aire from his pant reigon, but something was different, the sound had more bass, and his posture stiffened.
His happieness turned to compleet defeat it held in his kakhi Dockers.
I turned and went off to the sink, took my time washing my hands, curious to what the gentelman would do. Obiously he would use the toilets but how in his loose rectume can he play this one off. I used the mirror to mask my glee and stare.
He took one step back from the urinal, and with both his knees locked together he slowly walked only rotating his knees (very occuard) toward the handy-cap stall.
I can only imagin the imbarresment and shame the Guy went through. As he let loose a what sounded like a water baloon bursting in a bucket filled with water. Possibly the arse clean up must be a work of its own, the T.P alone might look like something you wipe up from your baby after eathing Gerber Baby Food.
After a while (safe enough to know my boudaries of pervert and someone who is mearly curious) i left the restroom back to the crowed of dark haired masses.

Possibly this was a case of finaly paying respect to the dead around them? After all, Fertilizer is what keeps the area green and beutiful so that we can look at our loved ones Ephitaph and feel better about ourselves.

Good bye Mr. President

I found this image.

Its not real but a manufacturd one, but non the less, freakin funny!




I mean, its George Bush chocking on a pretzel.
hehehehehe

Man, this is Gold!

Guitar

Yea, funny how things turned out.
I got home from work yesterday at 0425pm, and started practicing my guitar.
2hrs and 20mins later i almosed missed my other job.
Its really fun learing the thing.
I just wish i could learn faster.
so far i'm learing 2 songs.
"In the Secret" and "Prince of Peace"

Prince of Peace i kinda stopped cuz i was demoralized on my performance in the Winter Retreat (sucked that bad)but "In the Secret" i would have to say i'm doing pretty good at.
well only time will tell huh?

cant wait for round 2.

Rational Madness

Some say that there is a very fine line between Genius and Insanity.

I'm not sure there is any line at all, some Physicians say that Madness is in some way Rational Behavior that is simply a Reaction to an Irrational Situation.

But this theory falls apart when you study some of the more extreme cases of Recent Serial Killers.

Mercury is Shrinking!

yea, a freakin planet!

what does this all mean?

"Scientists had theorized that as the core of Mercury cools, it contracts and the whole planet shrinks. That was even a 19th Century theory for why Earth had mountains, but one that later proven wrong, Solomon said. But with Mercury that seems to be the case. As the planet shrinks, a bit of crust is pushed over another, forming what Prockter calls "wrinkle ridges."

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080131/ap_on_sc/mercury_messenger;_ylt=ApJ6kEtgV0iGjKOWLfn0gZus0NUE

THE Dying Breed

The other day i was behind an Elephant of a vehicle (SUV) on my motorcycle. It was wild, i couldn’t shake off the analogies of Animal kingdoms to vehicular comparisons, possibly due to the Idea that Down Town was a giant water hole, among other things.
Now back to the Elephant.
I tried to keep away from its speratic movements, but i ended behind it on a red light, then I noticed the reason of its random driving. Inside his vehicle had several LCD screens playing adult entertainment, and not the kind you would find in an Opera, or Circus but ones you discover underneath your uncles reading glasses and bowel of cereal (my uncle sucked at hiding them).
The shock was not the idea that the man was possibly doing his deed while driving (although it should have been), but what the video aired.
"Kabuki Bukkake" and stared several Filipina women.

This angered me.
No, not the exploitation of women, or the poor guy this driver would eventually pay to 'Detail/Clean' his Elephants interior unaware of the surprise that lies ahead.
No, its this:
Filipinos marketing themselves as other nationalities.

I dated this girl, and in one of our conversations regarding the class we took earlier in the college semester, she regarded herself 'Asian'. I had no problem with this, but the problem did occur on what she said afterwards which to summaries was this:
1/8=Chinese 1/4=Japanese, some French, and Filipino.

It blew me away.
First off... was that even mathematically possible?
secondly, i asked her, "when growing up, did your parents call it an 'Egg Roll' or 'Lumpia' ?" she said "Lumpia"
"THEN YOU’RE FREAKIN FILIPINO!"

Lets just say the date ended with no Kabuki love....
Being a Filipino is a Dying Breed due to our desire to fit in the box of world culture, and finding something to anchore us with something outside of who we really are. Is it ignorance of our own history? Is it the shame of our culture? Or possibly the submitting to white America in classifying us cuz were too lazy to classify ourselves?

World of Logic

The fear of the unknown is something most of us don’t dwell on.
I mean c'mon!
That’s borderline insanity, fearing something that isn’t really there...yet.

When I was younger, before my Abs betrayed me by rounding out and how I was but a little boy trying my handles on love but evolving now with love handles, i didn’t care for much.

I went with my 'gut' instincts thinking of my invulnerability toward harsh realities and bending chances with my tenacious charm.

O how i miss the times of jumping toward the unknown and knowing that somewhere down the cliff there would be nets to meet me laced with beautiful women as they salivated on my boyish endurance and drive.

But now....
A dark cloud of security, (no pun intended) and a vest filled with pudgy responsibility.
Uncle Sam demands his Debts, while siblings/children demands for their Love Debts.

That net is no longer there; the women are now cursed with bad relationships and are ruined for their next ones.

"Welcome to the world of logic" a long crooked nosed white boy named Bennet said as he picked up what’s left of his dignity reading the newest 'Styles' magazine, his pear shaped figure walks away thinking he is better off being aware of the screw job that is our existence.

Shall i take another Leap?
Will there still be a net if incase don’t make it?

"Welcome to the world of Logic"

The Tabo Taboo

If a person from the 1950's were to fast forward to see the future of our present, one can only imagin his knee jerk response. Possibly a temporal opening in his neather regions and letting loose his already fossilized excrement, or even a simple strangilation of the nearest woman within reaching distance due to old socially 'Acceptible' habbits of 'Wife Disiplining'.





After the shock of the witnessing the wonders of the world wide web, plastic vehicles, and instant ramen, he (lets call him Scott) would need to use the restroom to clean himself off (do note the fact that he must try to avoid the instant cleaning restrooms in the cities, the poor guy would probaly pull out his pubic hair out of amaizment).





Suddenly, something framiliar. The trusty toilet.





You see Toilets and the whole restroom expreience has not been updated and is being left behind in the dust, shows how much we (as a sociaty) really care about cleanslyness.


The savage wiping with a peace of soft paper, smearing and rubbing.


It would be safe to compair the action with... lets say cleaning oily car rimms with a dry towel. You wipe, smear and use alot of elbow grease to a satisfactory clear, but the damn thing is still dirty without water and soap.





Comming from the Philippenes as a child i felt the same way Scott would have felt with technology, but its failure was my amaizment was my one step up of the evolutionary scale.

Yea, the Tabo. The advantage of the Pinoy and proof that we are far more civilized in a culture valuing cleansliness and simplicity (not like those silly japs with their expencive 'sprinklers' in there toilet seats). Once you go Tabo, you should never look back.

Courtyard Noir: "Ninjacking"

Typing down ideas that stick to my head like a bugger flung accidentaly at the dashboard of my car, i usualy write what cannot be said.....
a few days ago i saw another dead body at my work.I was called in and "Take Care" of the situation.what else can i do? so i covered all the basics.

1) poke the body (not sure why but the animal inside me forced my hand)

2) Talk out loud (now i was alone with the damn thing and if felt fitting to narrate what i would do with this lifeless figure, sudden images of a cheap 1930's Noir murder movie started to creap in on my mind, which lead me to 3)

3) Investigate(yea this was probably the funnest part.... sucks that it was a no brainer answer with a bag of pills and smell of urine comming from his neather regions, kinda robbed the fun away actualy.)


After a while i was informed that the cops is on my way up to meet me in a few short minuites, in my mind i suddenly felt the urge of whiping out my pistol (if i had one) and take his fance laptop and cash and attempt to make a daring escape.Its a good thing i had sleep that day.

Riko Vs. Yoga

In my life there are life experiences that occur daily, hourly, and mili-sec-ly. I travel in a different time field only adhering to the Sun and Work.
This will prove to be an account of my battle in a smoldering room filled with bodily excrement.

Wed. 16, Jan 08
2000hrs--- (that's 8:00pm stupid)

I went with Terry Jennifer Williams, (don't let the "Jennifer" fool you, if, god forbid, you ever cross this man, expect waking up the next day with your testicles wrapped in a rubber band, and saline fluid leading out of you), Querivin, (a woman that does not know the word "Cant") and myself (yea, the narrator) arrived at the:
"Bikram Yoga" building in Berkley C.A.

Possibly the Bay Area night air caused the leap from a nice 53 degrees weather jump to 110 degrees created a crazy reaction in my mind water cuz upon entering I thought I saw Odin (the Norse god) pass out on the "Yoga" room floor.
This Experience may prove to be difficult, if the sign of a lower deity collapsing on the sheer heat/work out allowing us mere mortals to Tea Bag the god, what chance have I ?

Onward I pressed, finding a nice spot on the room to lay my Yoga mat, trying to ignore the temperature and not let this Dhalsim training beat me, the number one goal is to not leave the room in the 90min of the session (later on I thought that goal was like telling the village whore to hand me a clean pair of underwear)
As you would guess, the 3 of us did our stretches, and dips, and breath controls, (though the toughest part of the 3 moves were really the breath controls, imagine trying to breath Out slowly then In the supposed good air that smells like Forrest Gumps Socks after the years of running). I was able to keep up showing the rest of the group how a real man does Yoga, and Terry J. Williams was doing his thing, nudging the now dead Odin god out of his way so that he can get in to the next position, trying not to shower anyone in close proximity with the sweat fluids he was oozing out of his every pore hole to the general masses of..... yogi? (Is that how you call its practitioners?)

After the 90 min. of the Bikram Yoga class we were able to go to the locker room (clean and colorful, felt like home, if home were filled with 18 naked hairy men with a centimeter thick towel separating them and the glory that is me) and left the building, hoping to somehow regain the electrolytes I lost in on of the instructors.

Found in the arms of 'Nations' (also located conveniently nearby).

All in all,
RIKO-1 YOGA-0 I WIN