"Psychos? No, they were not psychos. They were vampires. Psychoes do not explode when sunlight hits them, and I don't care how crazy they are."

Just watched "From Dusk til Dawn".

I still love Quentin Tarantino.

OK, I'm a HUGE Heroes fan, and when I saw this on youtube ... I just had to share.

NOTE! There is some 'images' that may disturb some viewers.

NOTE #2! System of a Down is an acquired taste, definately an acquired taste. But its a great rock band with a completely different sound in comparison to radio rock, and how the video was edited to fit the scheme of the song, it all fits quite well.

PS, with the amount of video's posted today ... the answer is yes. I did have alot of time on my hand.

Nostalgia

A couple of days ago, I happen to be surfing the net while the new Gap commercial came on the tv, you know the one I'm talking about .. the one where Claire Danes is dancing to the musical song "Anything you can do, I can do Better." (at least I think thats the title) And that got me thinking ...

The GAP ads as of late, really stick with me. And thats something that has always happened with The GAP. No matter how many commercials come and go, The GAP ads have always exuded style, originality and class by far in comparison to their counterparts.

And so, I've decided to share a few of my favorites.

"Aren't you ..."

As time approached hour 11 of my '8 hour' work day, a server asked through the pass through window of my restaurant, "aren't you kitchen supervisor anyways?"

I looked up to her as I finished her table's meal, and reassured her. "Kitchen supervisor? Yes. Kitchen bitch? NO."


... 12 hours was enough.

I don't know

Life. Its a ... thing. Really, there is no one word to describe it. For such a universal topic to discuss, it can only be described by experience; and life's experiences vary greatly from one person to the next, making life subjective. Therefore, I guess, universally speaking life is subjective.

I don't know.

And I suppose that's my main point. The one thing that I have come to learn about life in general is "I don't know". In the past two years, I've simply lived day by day. At times trying to find happiness. At others, trying to create it. And at the end of day, feeling like I hadn't found it nor created it.

(sadly, a roommate walked in while 'high', totally disrupting my entire train of thought simply because he could not shut up, and at the same time kept apologising for it. For me, that sucks, cause perhaps I was on the verge of writing something that could have been important for me; and now its gone. Here's to hoping it comes back ... but for now, I will publish what I got.)

Calvin and Hobbes

my now former boss turned me onto this show. Most hilarious s**t I've ever seen. Reruns still crack me up. Here is one skit they did on Calvin and Hobbes.



A HUGE SHOUT OUT TO SETH GREEN FOR ROBOT CHICKEN!!!!


... CAPTAIN PLANET! ...

Pretty much sums it up ...

Hellsday

Today was hell. For some odd reason I couldn't muster a single ounce of energy at work. My body ached, I was tired; I was literally a walking shell. For two hours (thank god they were just dead hours) I had been training a new guy at work. Well, really, this is how it went:

1) the bill would print up, he'd read it. Try to imagine what to do.
2) walk over to me while I sat on a milk crate. I'd tell him what to do, and he'd do it.

Easiest training session if you ask me. He should be good once he does it over and over and over and over and over again (and trust me, he will).

And so I'm back at the gym, thank god (not for the first day back of course). And while there, I just HAD to see what I weighed. 246lbs!!!! WHAT THE HELL? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?

Oh well, at least I can actually do cardio for long periods of time (unlike the first time I went to the gym ever, now theres a story). I haven't made a workout plan yet, as I'm still working my body into the process, but I shall one soon.

UPDATE!
The roommate that ditched me with a LOAD of bills to work on his "business", has lost everything. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, I'm just sorry that a few people lost loads and loads of money. I may have lost money from the venure, just not as much as others. I'm still going to persue the matter legally, so here's to hoping that works out. But I must say, having people approach me and say such things as ...

"its a good thing you got out when you did," and "huh, I guess you were right," still feels good. Its bittersweet.

Here's to hoping that everything gets better in the new year.

... figures ...

And so yesterday, I FINALLY got my gym membership back. After months and months of wanting it (but being able to afford it), I finally got it back. For my shiny gym, got my back all ready to go with gym essentials; and today at work I didn't even mind working an hour longer as a favour simply because right afterward, I was off to the gym. Ya see, I hadn't realised how much I missed until I got the new card. I'm telling you, I was pumped. I was jammin to my new Ipod that I got for christmas (that work, my mom and myself paid for) as I took the train to the YMCA and even downloaded new dance beats for the half hour on the cross trainer. All was well until after the shower.

I walked back to my locker, still somewhat dripping, wrapped in a towel .. and opened it up. I reached down to grab my pants, not realising that my undershirt was already on the floor. It wasn't until I noticed my pants was missing that I noticed everything in the locker was out of place. My pants was gone, with the money in it, and my wallet in it. My favorite belt was gone (since it was on the pants). Realising what had happened, and deeply pissed off, I moved my red ball cap to discover the inevitable. My Ipod was gone. My 30gig Ipod Video ... gone. All my favorite tunes and video podcasts, gone.

I had gone down to report what had happened. Turns out that I wasn't the only one. And their excuse for it all, Aboriginal Youth night for basketball took place that day. What does one say to that? Especially when one is Aboriginal in the first place.

A friend I had waited for sure made the poor girl feel bad, since he pointed out that I am Aboriginal. And made her feel worse when he told her it was my first time back since I bought my membership yesterday. I wonder what she would have felt like when I also mentioned I lost my home just one week ago?


PS: as for the pic, perhaps my Ipod just wasn't that into me?

Sunday, March 4, 2007

And I'm Officially Homeless ... kind of

And so, today is the last day of the month ... today was hell at work (someone called in sick and 15 orders were rung every minute for a whole lunchhour), and today was the last day to get all my stuff out of my old home.

As I pulled to the house, I could see the lights on inside. Personally I had hoped the old roommate was there packing his things (I never told him I was leaving, and he had left most of his furniture when he was bailing on me). It would have been sweet to see him try to explain things since my mom was with me and he owes her 5000 dollars. Sadly, I was disappointed and mildly uncomfortable when I realised it was the landlord. He got my letter, the letter that said I was moving out, the letter that said if he continued to harass me at work I would call the cops, the letter that said I would pay for half of what he's expecting (the old roommate SHOULD cover the rest).

I parked, headed on into the house, and found him already showing the place ... for an ass, he sure moves fast. Mom's bf helped me move what was left, and so did the landlord. And all I did was get what was mine, screw the mess .. I was leaving that for the poor sucker who had to clean it. I had hoped it would be the landlord, but got a little satisfaction when he mentioned the old roommate would do it (or at least pay someone else to do it).

Upon the last load, after small utterances were exchanged throughout the ordeal, he stared at me ... trying to read me as he said, "shit happened".

"It did," I replied.


The brightside to all of this ... I haven't called a good friend of mine in roughly a year. He's know storing my bed in his basement, and I'm meeting up with him tomorrow. I haven't seen my mom in months, and at moments notice she would drive for hours to come help out her son. And I now pay 300 rent at a friends instead of 1000 for my own. And the old roommate now has a debt to clear with money he doesn't have. (by the way, its been discovered that a deal of his hasn't developed, a deal that was crucial in his building his 'business' ... he now must deal with even more people wanting their money back)

I'm still in a situation that I didn't want, and I have no idea where its going to lead me. But I now know that I'm not alone in this.

Guess who? ... no, not really

PINK FLOYD is coming to calgary. I SOO WANNA GO ....

June 23rd ... here's to hoping.

I need some release from everything thats been happening ... and I think a concert is the best way to go.

Life keeps on ticking

And so .. I'm homeless.

So much crap has been happening, that honestly I'm surprised I haven't snapped yet. Er wait, I have already.

And so, one of my rent checks have bounced ... in November. The landlord called me yesterday to let me know. Three months later, he calls me to inform me. (I haven't been gettin my statements from my bank, so I didn't know) And as to how I never caught on with my bank card, I have no idea. But nevertheless ... the landlord wants his money. And I don't have it.

I had enough money for next months rent (the joys of living paycheck to paycheck), but nothin saved for emergencies.

You see, while I had a roommate I've been paying for everything. While he stayed under the same roof as me, he paid for nothing. He deemed it worthy for himself to call himself a businessman while he conned financial institutions and other people with money in order to start a business (I was his business partner for awhile, until I saw his 'business tactics' and realised he wanted majority ownership for an enterprise that he's contributed financially nothing to). He said he would pay me back and all ... until one day he said the 'business' owes me money. I snapped one day and let him have it .. what I felt, the realities of what he's doing, the legalities of it all; and since then he slowly moved out. He stayed a friends places (I presume) and grabbed his most immediate necessities while I was at work so that he wouldn't have to face me. He now owes me over 5000 dollars. He literally left, vanished, adios ... gone.

And now here I am, in an apartment I'm uncomfortable in because my mere presence here implies notions that I'm not ready to do. Me being here implies me taking steps towards something that I didn't want to step to (I'm at the bf's place). Being here implies a seriousness towards a relationship that I was seriously thinking about ending (and just being friends if it was possible).

But then I get that phone call .. a phone call I could have dealt with three months ago. A phone call that occured just minutes before the worst lunchrush I've ever had to work (because many a kitchen staff was sick and only one manager showed up for the whole restaurant).

One phone call lead to me packing all my things that I didn't want to lose, in one night. One phone call lead me to move to a residence that I didn't want to move to.

But at the same time, one call brought a lil bit of joy when I realised that according to the landlords copy of the lease, and the fact that its an implied lease ... I'm not on it. The roommate that decided to screw me over, his name is on it. He can pay for this shit ... I'm done.

My boss now knows that I may give my notice.

I still don't know what to do ... I feel like I lost my home. I feel like, like I've been feeling alot the past few months, like I'm forced to do things I don't want to do.

All this, and I'm trying to go back to school. Fuck sakes.





... ... ... I lost my home ... ... ...

back, again

Perhaps you haven't noticed the frequency of posts here, but I'm trying to get back into the habit of it. You see, I miss blogging ... whether it be a random piece of writing, or showing off my favorite pics (such as the following from flickr, yet again). I miss it, something to post and perhaps something simply to create for the sake of creation. There's just something about blogging I like (haven't perfected yet, but still like). And so, here I am again.

But the main purpose of blogging, as it will be from here on out, is to hone in on my web skills and to learn more tools of blogging and web design and whatnot. You see, I applied for a program in New Media Production and Design and have now to create a portfolio as is part of the prerequisites simply for consideration (let alone acceptance). And my plan is to create a portfolio on CD Rom or simply a website (since it is a polytechnic school I'm attempting to get into). However, that requires more planning and knowledge on my end, as well as (I feel) more artistic pieces originated from me. ORIGINALITY is key ... and I haven't created anything in a long LONG time. And so ... here it goes.

Wish me luck.

Shadows stared back at him as he lay in his bed staring at the ceiling; watching the smoke from his lit cigarette dance toward the ceiling, dance in and out of shadows from the downtown skyline. He inhaled, and painted more smoke dances on his airy canvas. He layed alone and stayed in his trance.

Not a single sound disturbed him in his darken room. Nothing caught his attention. Instead he lay in his underwear on his bed, smoking. Not a care in the world as he watched the world pass by.

He sat up, butted out his cigarette and walked toward the bathroom. He flicked the lightswitch, opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out some sleeping pills.

He layed back down in his bed and looked at the ceiling staring back at him. "Sleep" the ceiling told him. " .. sleep."

Monday blah ...

And so it is monday. Nothing much to say, so here's some pics. Hope ya like it.

And so it is friday ... YES! You have no idea how glad I am that I DON'T have to work tomorrow. In fact, just a few minutes ago I had just realised that in 20 days I only had 3 off. Add that with numerous 10+ hour days ... my level of 'gladness' is overwhelming, totally deserving and bittersweet.

Sad thing though, today I helped a friend move more boxes to his new apartment and tomorrow I'm helping move furniture. I'm always doing something for someone else, very rarely for me (mainly due to financial constraints). But oh well, I can relax now.

BTW, heart shaped pizzas .... SUCK. And thats all I have to say for Valentines day.

And now ... a few more of my faves from flickr.com ..... hope ya liked.

easy on the eyes

yo ....

haven't really been in a writing mood lately ... a lot of words floating around in my head, but no coherent enough to put down.

But, one bit of news .. I registered for school. I'm trying to get into the New Media Production and Design program at SAIT here in Calgary. Here's to hoping to I get in.

But for now ... here's a few favorite pics from my flickr contacts. Hope you enjoyed.

"I need to talk to you"

And so, after an exhausting week of work (closing the kitchen on night only to open it the next day), I was finally back on to my usual schedule of work; 9 to 5, monday to friday (very unusual for the restaurant industry).

Thirty more minutes on the clock and I could go to the lounge for staff priced drink ... until the kitchen manager came in.

"Make me some poutine," he says as he passes the dish pit, "oh .. and I need to talk to you."

Usually I think I'm in sh_t when I hear that .. so naturally, I start to get all anxious. I make his poutine, grab myself a cup of coffee, and he head to the be beer shed for a smoke (you try having a smoke while its snowing, I am in Alberta afterall).

"So.." he says while facing a direction away from me, "what do you want next weekend? Days or nights?"

... ... ... ...

He doesn't even ask if I want to work the weekend. A simple days or nights, and thats it.

I tell you, he is fuggin lucky he's cute.

I'm now working 14 days straight ... days on the weekends; cause lets face it, I may work the weekend but that doesn't mean I ain't going out.

Explanation #1

Holy f__k can so much happen in such a small span of time. I will try to explain everything that has been going on in a series of posts.

First off, I don't know if I like the new blogger. I can't do any of the new features that are supposedly ready to my avail. NADDA, first my whole template is screwy ... its going to take time to replace all that was lost (if I can remember how to do it that is). And the whole white background thing ... ergh. It all really just looks bad.

But it is the first step to what I want to achieve .. not everything happens at one, eh? So here's to goodluck in trying to design what I want.