Wednesday, December 24, 2003

Quiz-O-Rama!

Prepare to be bombarded with online quiz results... You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator. "And The Goddess planted the acorn of life. She cried a single tear and shed a single drop of blood upon the earth where she buried it. From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into the world." Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek), Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian). The Goddess is associated with the concept of creation, the number 1, and the element of earth. Her sign is the dawn sun. As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic individual and people are drawn to you. Although sometimes you may seem emotionally distant, you are deeply in tune with other people's feelings and have tremendous empathy. Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your own self. Goddesses are the best friends to have because they're always willing to help. Which Mythological Form Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Yeah, I'm a little confused on the gender thing, too. Not God. Goddess. you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You adorable, but a little out there. It's alright, you might not have it all, but there are worse which happy bunny are you? brought to you by Quizilla Hm. Bunnies. Insert Buffy the Vampire Slayer joke here. My inner child is sixteen years old! Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while adults might just accept that, I know something's gotta change. And it's gonna change, just as soon as I become an adult and get some power of my own. How Old is Your Inner Child? brought to you by Quizilla My inner child is almost in my age bracket. Morpheus ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla That, and I sleep a lot. You are Neo, from "The Matrix." You display a perfect fusion of heroism and compassion. What Matrix Persona Are You? brought to you by Quizilla Yeah, why the hell not. Neo's kool. You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and creativity, and usually are highly intelligent. Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs. What Type of Soul Do You Have ? brought to you by Quizilla Feel the artisticness. Much Love

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Monday, December 22, 2003

Freaking POSH!

Today was a slow day for surveys. I couldn't get anybody to take one. My brother's baby-mama refused again. Jason showed up with his younger brother and older sister. I didn't need Jason's or his brother's demographic (males 13-17 and 18-20), but his sister could've taken one (females 21-24). She refused, though. And thus I walked around the mall for another couple of hours. My mom is now completely moved into her new apartment. I, on the other hand, won't be moving in with her until she buys me a bed and takes all of the storage boxes out of my room. Until then, I'll be here with my grandparents. Okay, then came the Staff Christmas party. It was at my bosses' (Brenski and Scott) apartment. I followed the directions, thinking "Oh. They probably have some nice little apartment a few blocks from the mall." Well, it was in the same city as the mall. But there's one thing you should know about this apartment complex. IT WAS FREAKING POSH!! Mind you, I'm American and we don't say the word "posh" unless we're talking about the former Spice Girl. However, this place was so freaking fancy, I have to use an English word to describe it. These guys work in the damn mall. Somebody must come from money. Brenski and Scott are quite gay, by the way. Not to throw around stereotypes, but I've yet to meet a straight man who serves sandwiches with dijon mustard. Mind you, I'm not making this guess based on the sandwiches. They're quite open about it. I just thought the dijon thing was worth mentioning. Good sandwiches, by the way. I took a ton of them home, to eat for lunch tomorrow. Oy. Tomorrow/Today (I can't set the time zone on this thing, but you should know that it's still 11:30pm December 21 in California as I'm typing). Tomorrow, the branch manager (who I've yet to meet) is coming. So while he's here, we have to enforce the dress code and wear slacks, shirts, nice shoes, ect. Usually, we go to work in jeans and sweats. Yes, very much casual. So now I gotta take out the good shoes. Also, we have a staff meeting. So I'll be working 10am-5pm instead of 11am-5pm. Make that 10am-6pm, because I see some more overtime coming up. I missed Volcano High (pity me, pity me). I'll probably have to wait for MTV to replay it, which they'll no doubt do 100 times over the next couple of months. So no worries. Christmas is Thursday. I'd better start wrapping some gifts. I'll use my off-day to send my sister her gift. Happy Channukah, by the way. And Winter Solstice. Damnit. Did I mention this already? Because I started working at Cunningham a few days before payday, and paydays are 2 weeks apart, I won't get my first check until January 2nd. Oh well. By then, it should be up to $400, anyway. So I can't complain too much. Much Love

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Sunday, December 21, 2003

Ouch, My Walking Blister

The time is 10:10pm Pacific on December 20th, 2003. Do you know where your Manics are? Walking around the mall for 6-7 hours straight sounds fun in writing. Then you realize that you're not allowed to sit down. Then comes that damn blister on your big toe. And it's not going away. And now that you're all disgusted, let's focus on another part of my job. Mall-goers are so uncooperative. You ask them to take a survey, and they refuse. You offer them money, and they refuse. You tell them they get to voice their opinions and stick it to the man, they refuse. All I have to do is walk up to someone and say "excuse me" and they'll automatically say "no." I noticed this and decided to have a little fun... Me: "Would you like to take--?" Woman #1: "No." Me: "Would you be interested in--?" Woman #2: "No." Me: "Do you care about your children?" Woman #3: "No." Me: "You don't care about your children? BAD PARENT!!" Woman #3 proceeded to walk away much faster. I'm going to be honest. It was fun screwing around with people. I had already pulled in about a dozen or so people for surveys, so I had time to goof off like that. I also ran into my brother's baby-mama (yes, we are that ghetto), who works at the Red Robin restaurant. I asked her how she was. I told her about my job. She then told me she hated us (survey-people), and refused to take my survey. Ah, the love of family. Everyone at work hates me, because I'm the only one who got work done. We were working over-time, when I was let out before everyone else. I managed to get 23 tasks done today, while nobody else get any done. On a plus side, I'm almost sure I won't get fired anytime soon. Unless my bosses somehow know my screen name and this URL... eerieness. Guess what my co-workers told me at the last minute? Staff Christmas Party on the 21st, and everybody's bringing something. Now I have to run to the store in the morning before work, and grab something from the store. I shouldn't have to get too much, because there's only a handful of us in that office. I came home to see my grandma decorating the tree. I finished off the job. At least I got some decorating done. Now, I'm not one to drink coffee, but I've found myself having a cup or two at work. I'm really new at drinking coffee, so I still have to figure out my ideal mixture. I think I might've used way too much sugar, today. Almost saturating my coffee in creamer seems to help it taste better... can you saturate a liquid with powdered cream substitute? I just hope I don't get addicted to coffee, like my step-mom. She goes to bed with a large cup of coffee. No, I don't know how she goes to sleep, either. Much Love

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Wednesday, December 17, 2003

Working The Mall

Not only am I working at the mall, I'm working the mall. My first day of work was today. Basically, I walk around the mall and ask random passersby if they'd like to take a survey for a certain brand-name product. In exchange for wasting up to 5 minutes of their time, Cunningham Research (the people I work for) compensate them by ways of free samples or even cash. Today, I handed out free boxes of pasta noodles and $20 to each person who agreed to take my surveys. The surveys were for a line of pasta noodles, by the way. Anyway, I think I totalled at 6 surveys, today... over the course of 6 working hours. You'd be surprised how many slow-walking people are in too big of a rush to answer a handful of questions. You'd also be surprised at how many women between the ages of 50 and 60 I surveyed. Note to self: wear more comfortable shoes when walking around the mall for 6 hours without sitting down, while getting rejected by every person in the mall for minimum wage. Oh, but I'm not complaining. I need the pay check. I want the pay check. Bad. Anybody who wants to know who my Love Ramble was about, tough feces. I'll tell no one. The truth dies with me. If you do manage to discover who she is, I'll deny it. I have to remember to return my textbook, tomorrow. I want to see The Last Samurai and Honey, and I'm going to need the $10 I get back from that $50 book. Much Love

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Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Love Ramble

She who you love more Is no more Than just a friend And will never be more Than your friend You talk to her everyday You look into her eyes the way she looks into yours But she sees something different She doesn't see what you want her to see She sees a friend She wasn't going, so you didn't ask She wasn't going, but you asked anyway She wasn't going anyway She went Without you You daydream You have visions akin to "Dangerously In Love" You see yourself growing old with her Raising children And returning for the class reunion together Or choosing not to together You see your careers You envision the conflicts with her parents and how you manage to overcome You look into her eyes and you see the future She looks into yours and sees the present She sees the now You are just friends now You will never be more than friends Separated Divided by the progress through life As one once said: Even the immortals know change For even if you never change, times do And you sometimes find yourself alone Because you didn't want things to change But things wanted to change themselves And thus you went to different schools Not too far But far enough Across a vast state A state of mind And a state of America However, you remain un-united And she keeps her diary public So you read everyday Well, not everyday You can't stand everyday But you read more than once each week And you realize she has someone else Well, she doesn't really have him But she has him more than you ever had her Be damned if you're going to annoy your friends with the details You're more private than that Besides, what would they think? They knew her One of them still knows her And when you write this ramble, they'll all know Well, most of them will Maybe you don't love her anymore But the hurt remains And your confidence drained The fear that you can never be more Than just a friend. Much Love

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Sunday, December 14, 2003

Another Weekend Goes By

Well, my neice had her birthday party on Saturday. I thought I was gonna be late, but luckily she has a family full of black folk. I got there a half hour late, and was there before everyone else. I even beat my neice to her own party. We did the basics. Cake. Ice cream. Presents. There was also a conversation between generations. Us teens were talking to the adults about our music, compared to theirs. They said that our music (today's R&B and hip-hop) was too violent and sexual. We then pointed out some of the ultra-sexy music they used to listen to, and how it's just as bad as our's. Me: "And you wondered why your parents didn't like your music." My step-brother (father to my neice) then promised himself that he'd never complain about his daughter's music when she gets older. My neice is 2, by the way. Like every holiday season, I watched "A Christmas Story." Which, by the way, is the single best Christmas movie ever made. If you've never seen it (and you celebrate Christmas), see it. If this movie doesn't make you laugh once, I pity you. Pity you. Looks like Saddam Hussein has been captured. There's a bad mugshot that's going next to Michael Jackson's. Now, all the troops have to do is stop Saddam's followers who've been attacking them in Iraq for the past few months, and allow the country to plummit into anarchy the same way Afghanistan did the day we pulled out. I wasn't feeling it before, but the holiday spirit has possessed me and is devouring my soul with joy. I've even been baking cookies, lately. I might even start wearing my red Santa hat. So I'm offering this simple phrase For kids aged 1 to 92 Although it's been said Many times, many ways Much Love to you.

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Friday, December 12, 2003

Darn These Cold California Winters

Brrr. It's getting so cold, I actually have to start wearing a light jacket when leaving the house. Just the other day, the temperature in my house dropped into the 60s (F). Jealous? Enough mocking people knee-deep in snow. Time to get back to the trivial chain of events that somehow make up my life. First, you've probably notice that I got rid of the blue/white "X" background (it was an X-Men theme) and replaced it with Beast Boy from Teen Titans. I'm a fan. And Beast Boy is my 2nd favorite character (right behind Raven, just in front of Cyborg). The chemistry between those 3 characters is explosive. Just last night, me and Mike were talking about how Mr. Chau's Chinese Fast Food isn't really Chinese food. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen a Chinese person work in any of their locations. Mike only eats at real Chinese restaurants (as everyone should, really). So why do I still eat there? It's fast food! I mean, how Italian is Dominos Pizza? How Mexican is Taco Bell? I'm more Mexican than Taco Bell, and I'm not even Latino! McDonalds doesn't even taste like real American food. So I'm going to continue to eat my fried rice & sesame chicken, pepperoni & mushroom pizza, grilled stuft burrito, and sausage mcmuffin w/egg. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go sue several franchises for making me fat. I went to Toys R Us to go buy my sister a gift. I picked up a LeapFrog learning thingy, and called my dad to ask if my sister already had one. Me: Does Kelina already have one of those LeapPad/LeapFrog/whatever things that teach you how to read? Dad: I don't think so. We're teaching her how to read, so get one of those. I bought it, got in my car, drove home, and then my step-mom called me. Step-Mom: Are you getting her a LeapPad? Me: Uh... my dad said she didn't have one. Step-Mom: You know beter than to ask your dad. She has 2 already. Me: 2? Step-Mom: Does she have 3, now? Me: Not anymore. I'm heading back to the store to get my money back! She then suggested I get her one of those scooters the kids go wild for, these days. I did. Cost me $30. The next day, I went back to the mall to get my neice something. My step-brother suggested clothes, so I ventured into the Infant Girl's section of JC Penny and got her this nice blue outfit with Blue (as in Blue's Clues) on it. Damn my male instincts! I went home, and my mom (not to be confused with my step-mom: mother to my step-brother and grandmother to my neice) said that it looked too boyish. Now I gotta take that back and get something pinker. I've been listening to my Outkast album a lot, lately. Good stuff. Andre 3000's CD is hilarious. Big Boi's CD is knock. Having subwoofers in my car powerful enough to give a whale an orgasm helps, too. One thing bothers me, though. "Dracula's Wedding" is such an oddball song. I mean, it's about Dracula being afraid of his wife. No deeper meaning or metaphor that I can see. It features Kelis, though. Here are the lyrics... [Andre 3000 - verse 1] You're all I ever wanted, But I'm terrified of you See my castle may be haunted, But terrified of you I've cast my spell on millions, But I'm terrified of you Baby I do this from the ceiling But I'm terrified of you [Bridge] I wait my whole life to bite the right one Then you come along and that freaks me out So I'm frightened (Ooh)Dracula's Wedding [verse 2] I 've never ran from no one, But I'm terrified of you See my heartbeat is a slow one But I'm terrified of you I've been around for ages But I'm terrified of you Drag my thing across the stage Yet I'm terrified of you [Bridge] I wait my whole life to bite the right one Then you come along and that freaks me out So I'm frightened (Ooh)Dracula's Wedding [ad-libs] I'm terrified. You know I'm terrified You know I'm terrified Shh, here she comes. [Kelis - verse 3] 3000... 3000... 3000... 3000... Give me the chance to dance romance Don't run, I'm not the sun So much at stake-- Oh! Bad choice of words But I'm not the gun With silver bullets And I can count (1, 2, 3) Plus I make great peanut butter And jelly sandwiches Van Hellsing I don't get it, either. Much Love

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Wednesday, December 10, 2003

Holiday Trivia: Santa Claus

I'll spare you all on the talk about whether or not Santa is real, and whether or not he was really a priest. I'm going to explain the origins of the modern legend. First of all, his name is Santa Claus. Santa means "saint" in a few different languages. So he's really just a Saint named Claus. But is his last name Claus? No. Even in context with the Santa Claus myth, his full name is Nicholas/Niclaus. Claus is short for Niclaus. So basically, his name is Saint Nicholas, translated to Santa Niclaus, shortened to Santa Claus. Santa drives a sleigh with 8 "tiny" reindeer. I'm sure they're tiny when seen from far away, but that's beside the point. How long Santa has been using reindeer in his myth, I don't know. I do know that they were given their names in the early 1800s in a story known as "A Visit From Santa Claus" or "The Night Before Christmas." In the part of the poem where Santa calls out his reindeer, that was the first time they were refered to as Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder, and Blixen/Blitzen. What about that crazy Rudolph? Here's a St. Nick myth that's less than 100 years old. Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer was written in 1939 by Robert May. Originally a short story, it was rewritten by R. May's brother-in-law Johnny Marks as the popular Christmas song we all know and love. A TV special was made in 1964, and the rest if history. 50 year old history. Some of us have parents and grandparents older than the Rudolph myth. I'm gonna see if I can work up some Channukah trivial info for later. Much Love

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Sunday, December 7, 2003

Holiday Trivia: Xmas

Because I'm a complete nerd, and I likes to spread useless knowledge, I'm going to give an explaination I just learned, on the abbreviation of the word "Christmas" as "X-mas." Some believe "X-mas" is used so that it won't offend non-christians when people talk about Christmas. Also, it's a lot quicker to write. Some believe the X is used because it resembles a cross, an important symbol in Christianity. Well, it's none of these. When "Christ" is written in the classic Greek alphabet, the letter "Chi" (pronounced "chai" or "chy") is the first used. Chi, the 22nd letter of the Greek alphabet, resembles the Roman alphabet's (our alphabet's) letter "X." In fact, they look exactly alike. Basically, the letter "Chi" (that looks like an X), is used to abbreviate the word "Christ." So instead of Christ-mas, the word can be shortened with the letter Chi (X-mas). Yeah. So X is basically Greek for "Christ." Or more correctly, X is the Greek abbreviation for Christ. Imagine naming your daughter Xina or Xena, and telling everyone it was short for Christina and has nothing to do with the warrior princess. Maybe I'll name my son Christian, but spell it X-i-a-n. But then everyone would call him Zeon.... You know, I think Jesus is the only person who can sign his name with just an "X" and it'll actually be his name. Look out for more useless holiday trivia in the coming days. Much Love

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Friday, December 5, 2003

Could This Be The End Of An Era?

I think I have a job. *APPLAUSE sign lights up* I had an interview today with Cunningham Research, and they said they want me to work for them. Weekends. For minimum wage. But it's work, so I'm not complaining. What I find strange is that I sent in my application in October, and they just now got around to viewing it. No matter. I have a job... most likely. What exactly am I doing? You know those attention whores in the mall who walk up to you and ask you to take a survey? Yo. It's getting harder and harder to find decent mp3s, these days-- at least for popular songs. The last Top10 song I tried to download was an AOL Music version, where they kept saying "AOL" in the middle of the song. Maybe I might use one of those $0.99 online download thingies, like the new Napster or something. As much as I hate to spend money, it's about time the music industry did something about file sharing besides bitch about it and lose several law suits. I'm putting myself on a budget, by the way. After splurging a flock-load of money on xmas shopping, I'm putting a bind on my wallet. No more fast food, movies, used games, or burning gasoline by going to my dad's house or taking the scenic route to the mall. Now I can't go see Honey. It looks like the Flashdance for the Zero-X ('0X) years, too. You know, only Jessica Alba won't be using a dance double during 80% of the movie. What's up with TNT not wanting to air reruns of Angel today? They were just getting to the 3rd season, which was when I started watching regularly. Oooh, new episode of the Proud Family tonight, guest starring singer Alicia Keys. Believe I'm gonna watch it. Much Love

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