On the road again....

I can't think of the artist nor the actual song title, but those lyrics keep popping into my head... "On the road again, da-da-da-da-da road again..." This is as far as I know, besides the chorus, the rest of the lyrics escape my mind. Here I am at almost 9, at work on a Saturday. Its been a while since I've worked on the weekend. The last time I recall was while I was a Sales Associate (very briefly I might add) at a sporting goods store back when I was a poor college student. But things feel different this time. While I'm not enthusiastic about the idea of working over the weekend, I almost welcome that quiet time to myself, no gossiping, no laughter, no nerf darts whizzing by my head... just silence. Just my thoughts... "On the road again..."

Expanding my vo-ca-buw-laree

In my effort to expand my personal dictionary, I have started a semi-weak attempt to grow my limited word catalog. With the help with iGoogle, I have three new words to play with...
(1) effrontery : [i-fruhn-tuh-ree] –noun, shameless or impudent boldness; barefaced
audacity
(2) amicable : adjective, characterized by or showing goodwill; friendly; peaceable. (although after looking it up, I did indeed have this word in my vocabulary)
(3) manumit : [man-yuh-mit] –verb, to release from slavery or servitude.

Here let me take a crack at this...
One of the many amenities at work are the talks which invite authors of all types to speak about their life long work. In reality, what brings me to most of these talks are the free books which are given out. Whenever I show up to a "no book" author talk, I have a feeling of disappointment of being one of many who did not receive their gift for showing up. These moments of effrontery makes me feel ashamed, that my presence should be rewarded. But I know one day that this all will end. I will move on to another job and the company will continue to prosper. I look at this as an amicable split. The company got my months of hard work and I received compensation and literature. However, all good things must come to an end. When I am eventually manumitted from my employer, I'll look back and be happy that at least got a free biography from Floyd Landis :P

ehh not too happy with this but whatever.

PS - I never did finish my SF story but it wasn't a good story anyways.

Back Again

Its been a bit since I've written here but I'm sure lots of happened since... well not really. Life has been pretty much routine, nothing special.

Well Saturday, I was happily asked to carry out some errands. Some of which required me to go into the
city. This "city" is San Francisco. A location which I love almost all aspects of except one... the driving. When I say driving, I mean every thing from driving to SF, driving around SF, and driving away from SF.

Driving to SF usually means dealing with the constant traffic which turns a 40-45 minute drive into some over an hour easily. Then there's driving through the city. It is simply amazing how a metropolitan city has so many steep inclines. I think this trip alone has taken a year off of its life. I dreaded every time the evil red light
forced me to stop driving up a hill. Then there is the final drive away, the traffic isn't so bad, but leaving the city as I watched it in my rear view mirror simply "sucks". Yes I said "sucks," I can't really think of a better synonym that better describes the city. So much to do, so little time. See ya later SF.

(next blog will describe my solo adventure in SF)

Insomnia p2

Results from last night's test:
Warm milk = massive stomach ache

So I haven't slept in 21 hours... tonight I'm sure I'll get some rest. Wish me luck!

Zzzzzzzz.....

Note to self: Lack of sleep will cause extreme fatigue
Note to Note to self: No Sh!t

What does one do when he/she cannot achieve sleep.

Experiment One: Warm Milk

Hypothesis:
1. Falls asleep from milk overdose
2. Absolutely no f*cken affect
3. Causes one to violently throw up

Procedure:
1. Pour milk into mug
2. Nuke milk with trusty microwave
3. Chug it down

Result:
1. Pending...

Birthdays Birthdays Birthdays

It seems endless. In the last month, I have gone birthday shopping every week, buying multiple presents. This trend continues on. Well tomorrow is my little sister's birthday. Being the great brother that I am, I waited the last minute. Honestly I usually buy it with good time beforehand but this year it crept up on me. So thus it starts my journey for the "gift."

I usually like to put some thought into my gifts... unlike my siblings who have two rules:

1. Cheap
2. Take no longer than 5 minutes finding it

But I on the other hand like to give a gift that will be meaningful or has some longevity. Being the genius I am, I thought Toys' R' Us would be the ideal location for the "gift." In a sea of infants, children, and mothers, I lurked through the Barbie section, board game section, the pink section, etc... After maybe 4-5 round trips, I almost gave up. The endless supply of crappy/overpriced gifts and loud annoying children almost drove me mad. Lets take a look at some of these crappy toys that are being sold to the children of the world...

1. $15 for a jump rope.... I'm apologize $15 for a jump rope with Barbie's logo
2. 15-20 or so Barbies that look almost identical, say a few accessories
3. $60 for a Barbie dream house.. which looks like they spent not even $10 making it
4. Almost $200 for a toy laptop... about $300 more and you can get the real thing which can do more
and be more useful for your child.
5. Battery packs that seem to go in only 6 or more... please I only need 2.
6. etc, etc, etc

Well I found the gift, but I can honestly say that I'm not completely happy with it. Battery powered fishing
game, whee boy I wish I was a kid again =P But seeing the wall of Transformers did make me reminiscent of those days when I could play with them without feeling too old because they looked soooo cool =)

A new beginning...

I sit here now in my dark room, cracking open this blog to take my first crack at blogging. Maybe I was inspired by fellow bloggers, myspacers, xangers, or whatever fake noun used today for someone who post their personal thoughts online. I was always a person who looked down on this practice, the thought of people I know and total strangers having a glimpse into my mind was frightful.

What's so frightful about myself you ask? I'm not sure but I have a feeling that I may not be normal, but in reality I know I'm a very normal person. I don't excel at anything nor am I a complete failure at life (well this is still pending...). But I'm afraid that people who know me will be repelled by me. My friends, family, co-workers, acquaintances, etc who all see my many faces, my many personas. But I don't know which of these characters are really me... maybe the quiet guy who is nice to people, the die-hard sport junkie, the nerd that likes sci-fi (even as I wrote that I felt a bit embarrassed), the playboy who is still looking, or the post-collegian who still at times drinks and parties hard. Maybe I'm all of the above, like every other person who doesn't have direction in life. So in mist of this confusion, why would I dare share this state of bewilderment with people I do not know, even worst people I may know. With all these uneasiness I still write this blog, why?

After some blog stalking, reading about people's vacations, their daily life, their regrets, their passions, I've come to the conclusion that blogging keeps you sane. An individual, who especially can't unload these thoughts everyday, will go mad. No one will probably read this, except for myself but I still don't care. I need to get this out and I'm glad that I can. Under an alias that will keep me secret for the time being. But I welcome this new world to myself.... the blogging world. =P