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Danny DeVito (The War of the Roses, 1989)
Man.
I don't know where to start.
This is the first time in the new year, and in a long while, that I am typing on my PowerBook 540c to comprise a post. I should've been a little more considerate, and at least say that I was in some sort of hiatus. In all honesty, between school, work, and the PCBUs, I am burnt out, tired, and possibly catching a cold. A lot of people have asked what I'm doing now, as well as what I had done for New Year's; and all I've done is sleep. Sleep, and acquire more sleep, so I can go out and work extra hours this January. My Christmas bonus will come in two weeks, when I have finally earned enough dough that I can buy some of the things I really wanted for Christmas, but didn't get. But enough of that. It's time I give you guys something before I head back to this surreality...
First up, Happy New Year from da kat unda da Kangol Cap!! My resolution, as corny as it sounds, is to make more people smile this year. I need to stir up some good vibes from people, and a smile always is a sign of good vibes. So I will try to turn every frown I encounter upside down. Okay, realisticly, that's being too naive, but consider this: change starts from within. And the more people I can cheer up a day, the better the day those people have. And that's always positive.
Also, I hope that everyone has had a great Christmas, Kwanzaa, and Chanukah. My Christmas came early (with my new 30GB iPod), and will end later with some extra electro-quipment. And may I add, I'm enjoying these warm woolen mittens that Tavie made for Christmas, even though I rarely use them...
Finals. They were over for sometime, but I just had to use that word instead of class, or school, or Hunter. In any event, I aced the Computer Accounting and Managerial Accounting classes, and B'd Taxation and Econometrics, leaving me with a Fall '03 GPA of 3.475. And now katz n' kittenz, I am six months, four classes, and one killer subject away from graduation. I no longer speak of Bio 102 as an obstacle; rather, I speak of graduation as a reality. It is going to actually happen. God has brought me too far, through too much for me to screw up now. It is only a matter of time...
Speaking of graduation, I'd like to congratulate Omar "DDR" Suazo, Mikey and Ming "Miami" Nie for finishing college. Mikey, whose explanation for not blogging is that he has not found any new material to post, attended the June graduation at Rochester, and is back in BK. As for Ming and Omar, their graduation is this month; and while Danilo has made preparations to invite everyone he knows, Nie is choosing not to go. I won't question the logic of him not going, but it kind of bothers me. After everything he's been through, you'd think he want to go, just to say he made it. But if it don't matter to him, then it doesn't matter to him...
Also of note, my boy Davion has just moved to the Upper West Side!! It's a small little studio, but with the small needs he has, it's very adequate. I'll post some pics from the joint later on this month. Meanwhile, huge props to Big "D" for finally moving out!!
iPod. The new iPod Mini's are arriving! They look so cool, and so small. I wish I was in SanFran to check 'em out, but I'll wait until SoHo gets their demo models. Meantime, it has been a whole year since I've become an iPodder, and almost a month since I've indulged myself in the new 30GB model. And I gotta say I'm loving every minute of it. My TV time has dropped drastically. I'm once again buying, and downloading, more music. All I need now is a good case, and:
It's a mini-speaker. It's a microphone, and has external connection. I wonder if it can do line-in...
Who said good things don't come to those who wait?
Work. The GreenPoint old-timer absolutely relished her Christmas present. I mean, loved is a word too common used to describe her reaction to the box. Like a little child under the Christmas tree, she hurriedly unwrapped it, cried like she was being proposed to, and proceeded to give me lots of hugs and kisses. She relished every moment and every aspect of it, from the gold wrapping and black & white bow, to the many lotions and perfume inside the box. It was as if she was the cream of the crop to receive such an excellently presented gift, and she forever, and ever, and ever, thanked me for it. And as our relationship grew over the days, she invites me to guess which of her new scents she is wearing at the time. Yes, there was a relationship; no, not the one I need and asked for, but a healthy friendship that just asserts who is the normal one, and who is the zealous one. And t'was all good.
Note. T'was all good. There was a relationship. What happened? New Year's Eve at the job, the bitch decides she's going to play a little joke on me, and it turned out to be more serious than it was supposed to. For job-related issues, I'm not going to go into specifics about what happened. But to make a long story short, her attempt to mess up my cash register not only backfired, but it messed up someone else's register. And it is no mystery, while she was not directly involved in the mishap, she was a heavy influence on it. And now, it has gotten to the point that we no longer speak to one another. Not even hello, how are ya, or bye. I cannot feel easy with someone I cannot trust. And it has officially gotten to the point that I don't trust her. Not just because of some prank she tried to pull, but because of the principles and ethics of it all. How do you trust someone who negatively talks of you behind your back, and schemes against you behind your back? How does one know that she won't try something like that again? You don't know. And I don't want to find out...
In the meantime, I keep my distance from her. Other associates can say it's messed up that it has come to this, but that's what jealousy and disrespect does to people: drives them apart. Not bring them closer together.
Furthermore, I am saddened to report that the SSF that I've encountered at the bank is indeed, seeing someone else. As my co-worker remained persistent, everytime she came to his window, he kicked his game; to no avail. In my unconvinced mind, I decided to try and find out the truth myself. And so, last week she arrived at my window; and as the transaction took place, she was busily shifting attention between her cell phone call, and her money. And just my luck, she was talking to her man on the phone. And I, in my poker face, looked unaffected by the whole thing.
Well, you know what they say: if it's too good to be true...
Finally, my weblog review is up! And, and, and...
Folks, I truly don't know what to make of it.
Hey, I'm not disputing anything fembat is saying. This is a personal blog whose font size is pretty small, whose archives aren't so hot. I can accept that. However, I am pretty sure I have an 'about me' link at my blog. Plus, this blog, to me, is worth a lot more than my freelancing (Not... just poetry). I also made note that I am not the html whiz-kid. I do apologize to one and all who actually come here and experience such navigation problems; but again, lack of time prevents me from experimenting the way I want to get the ultimate final product. "Alterations to the site design"?? I was really proud of my design. Wait a sec, it's my alteration of a very popular design! I just gave it my blue-ish NYC touch to it. Man, of all the comments made, that one hurt the most.
Alas, you can't please all people, all the time, right?
Well folks, there's no need for me to say that changes are a comin'. Don't know how, don't know when. But they're coming. And suggestions are welcome...
Until next time, I'll try some daily blogging (no, this is not a misprint, I will try some daily blogging), and maybe I'll throw in a freelance or two. Lata, navigata!