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Saturday, 11 October 2003

"HOPELESSLY DEVOTED TO YOU"

As I listen to this song, the image of your exquisite face pops in my head, makes me think and realize that there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you to keep you from smiling. Love, I just want thank you for everything. Time is something you do not have much of and yet that didnt stop you from seeing and being with me. I think the only thing that stops you from seeing and being with me is my intolerance and attitude when we are together. I'm sorry for acting the way I do. I had a wonderful weekend by the way. Even though I didn't show much to make you feel I did, I wouldn't have trade it all for anything....

I miss you, I know that you are at work right now saving for our new phone. "Love naman." I guess I'll see you later......................

"..I'm just a fool who's willing to sit around and wait for you, but babe can't you see there's nothing else for me to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you.."

Monday, 06 October 2003

flyin low

My only hope for transportation has abandoned me when I needed her the most. I've always thought staying indoors would lead me to insanity... Friday, a hot scortching day, while i was dropping joe to work, I smelled something funny, i thought it was this bum guy who drove a whacked, rusted, 5-tone-colored car was making that smell. It smelled like burning clutch with a mixture of a bad exhaust. I paid little attention to it. When we reached our destination. i got off the car to go the driver side. Little did I expect, the smell was coming from my break disk. The freaken pistons of the caliper wouldn't release, creating massive imprinted marks into the break disk. I drove back home knowing that i could't visit my munchie. I tried rebuilding the caliper but the corrosion on the the piston made it impossible, which lead me no choice but to buy a new caliper. i called up every auto-parts store, and found out that the part i needed costs about $250. Since I knew that asking money from my mom was not an option and I didn't have any money because my the paycheck wouldn't be released until next week. I cried lilke a little boy who got his candy taken away from a bully. I needed to get the money on my own. Which I did, and i finally got it fixed.

I wonder what my munch is doing rite as of this moment.

Tuesday, 30 September 2003

Just came from work, tired as fucken hell. I've been going to working everyday, one in the morning till 7 in the morning for the last six months. I come home with flour on my head, butter on fingers and bread crumbs on my ass. As I look at the mirror and I ask myself, do you like this job and the same answer always lead to "yes you need this job because you need money to pay for rent, you need this job, because your mom stopped giving you money eversince when you were a senior at your high school.yes you need this job because you want to maintain your ride the way you want it to look." So basically,you have to like and love this job.

There's nothing wrong with this job. I just believe that i'm not getting paid for the work that i'm doing. i say this because i find other jobs out there with less sweat, less skimmatiks situation and higher pay. It's ok because i have to love this job.

How many employee's or anyone ever work out there deserve more, but too scared to aproach the "main dawg", because they might hear a line which they wouldn't wish it was said to them. "I see you need a raise Why don't you ummmmmm look for other jobs out there that will satisfy your special needs." Getting a job that you love in Guam is hard, you have to have "the hook up" but there must be somehthing given in return . I see it all the time and sad to say it's the blinding truth.

Oh well it is a sad world we live in. We can't always get want we want. Opinions are just being thought. i'm gonna go get some of what people do when their tired and that is rest. By the time I wake up I have to adjust myself to love my job.
Damn that "button pusher." I swear, only by their mere presence can triger and push my buttons. Breathing the same air with them makes me want to commit suicide. Your wondering by now, what they could've done to me to have this grudge, anger on them. Well, first of all they believe that the center of the universe revolves around them 24 hours a day, seven days a week. They act so highly of themselves, and the fucken most ironic thing I find so humorous is that I see them as the lowest part of the food chain.(ouch that gots to hurt!!!) I do not show any anger or any sign that I want to hurt them.

I hate the way these individuals laugh, they might find certain things funny, but come to think of it, the only thing funny is fucken them. Damn with thier jokes. I hate the way they talk as if everybody gets what the flying fuck they're saying. (Like I'm here, can you could talk any louder") I hate the way they manipulate other people, making others believe their the kindest fuck ever. I hate the way they judge, when they're the ones in need of enlightment.

Damn! Damn them to wherever they belong. Let the firely depths of hell shower them with torture pain that they surely without a doubt deserves. Writing this blog makes me think of them more. I try my very best to repress all of thier sick, unsocial ways but my unconcious mind can't handle it. It rises and once again it pushes my button. I could write forever about these indivuals who I despise so much, but I have to end it and that is because if I go in deeper in depth I might find myslef with a bat on my hand and seeing them "both" lying on the floor with my laughter being heard thousands of miles away............................hahahaha

But I'm not like that person who will do those savage actions.