In January you moved in, paid partial rent, I had to ask you for the rest before I finally got it. You took my candle without asking. Your dirty dishes piled up, and you used my toilet brush as a plunger. I found out when I tried to use it to clean my toilet, but it somehow was making it MORE dirty. You continually pissed all over the toilet seat. You took my other computer, other computer chair, and other computer desk to your room, because you told me you would work on it for me, and it was easier for you to take the whole thing.

February 3, you told me you had to go away for the weekend to see the doctor, and you said you would have the rent for me by that Monday. almost the whole month went by. You never once offered to pay rent. You even saw me once, handed me an envelope, and I expected it to have rent money in it, but you were just giving me my mail. I guess that was so I could see what a nice guy you were. So nice that I didn't even notice that you hadn't paid the rent. I noticed that my computer was stripped and taken apart and in the coat closet. Then, when I finally said you had to get out, because almost the whole month passed and you had not given me any rent money, you told me this story of your mom being in a car accident, and you had to buy a plane ticket to the East coast on the same day you were traveling, so it was expensive. You had medical bills, but I also had bills. Either way, I was foolish to feel sorry for you. I decided I wasn't going to kick you out, and told you that I needed my computer back together. Not kicking you out then=Biggest mistake of my life. Since you liked my candles so much, I got you one of your own as a hoping your mother gets well present. You told me you would pay me $300 out of $400, and I was ok with that. a day passed, and nothing. I asked you the day after, "Do you have any rent money for me?" and there was $200 on my desk when I got home from work.

Now it's March. You continue to leave urine and fecal matter on the toilet. I don't say anything, because you might have chronic diarrhea, or a deformed penis, or something, and I don't want to be insensitive. Besides, I would have felt embarrassed bringing that up. I referred you to a clinical trial study that would pay a lot of money, since I knew you were short on cash. You thanked me profusely, and said I was like a brother to you. I was suspicious as to why you were so nice to me, but I didn't listen to my gut instinct. My computer was put back together. I decide to wait for you to offer me rent, because I feel I shouldn't have to ask, and it's true, for decent people. I went ahead and asked you, but it was always some lame excuse. Then on March 30, you start moving stuff out, and saying you're going camping. Then you are saying you're going to throw out some stuff, and then you say that you're going to pawn your things so you could pay me money. All the big things you had moved out while I was at work. I'm not a snooper, so I don't look inside your room, but this time I had to. Everything was gone, except for my computer desk, computer chair, and other things that were mine. You stripped my computer of its parts. What was not mine that you left was the candle I gave you. Maybe because you had some kind of a conscious, and are not totally sociopathic? Or maybe since I gave it to you, there was no thrill in taking it? You left me dirty dishes, and you knew that I had complained about my last roommate moving out and not washing his dishes. The ultimate fuck you, though, was the plastic bag. This bag had a pair of jeans in it, which probably didn't fit you anymore anyway. I took out the jeans, and in the bottom of the bag were the empty boxes and cases of the coins-the silver coins which belonged to my dead father.

Now it's April, and I am without a roommate, but much happier.
The crazy thing is that I had a dream that I woke up, and everything was gone from your room. In the dream you laughed at me, and said I was stupid for trusting you. At least the dream version of you had that courage to be straight with me.

If I saw you again, I would probably pull your shirt over your head, punch you, kick you when you were down on the floor, and possibly kill you. Maybe stab you with broken parts of your dirty dishes. That would be nice.

So I am kind of stressed out because of Calculus, and the fact that I have to work on my day off so I decided to be destructive to my body and get a Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks. I wanted whole milk, because I think they automatically use (fucking disgusting) non-fat milk if you don't specify. So I said, "I would like it with whole milk." and the girl behind the counter said,
"You hear that, George! Whole milk."
"Say it in Spanish," says George. The Anglo-American (possible Canadian) woman has a blank look on her face and then I chime in,
"¡Leche de verdad!" (real milk) while making a very manly fist
George says, "I got this real man's milk Caramel Macchiato coming up."
Anglo-American (possibly Canadian) girl: "Man's milk?" okkaaaaayyy
My manly moment gone awry. Oh well, there was the time when I caught that water bottle that was thrown at me really hard with one hand. That should make me feel butch after this blow to my masculinity!

I am at work, and I receive a call from *Grizaldo, one of my co-workers. He told me that he left a flashlight of his on the floor, and if I could put it in a safe place so no one would take it. I told him that I would. Of course, it got busy, and I completely forgot about it. Even the next day, I was thinking, "Damn, I forgot about Grizaldo's flashlight. Oh well."

Later that week, when I see him again, he doesn't even say one word to me.
So there is this silence between us, and we are working with each other, and only each other. I figure he is really into his yahoo messenger conversation, or he is into something else he is looking at. I was going to apologize for the whole flashlight thing, but I figured it was stupid anyway. Then, out of the blue he says, "I'm sorry I'm so upset," Then I interrupt him and say, "I was gonna say, I'm sorry for the flashlight." and then he goes on to say that Treb* took his flashlight and he saw Treb oogling after it. It was a little before 2:00 AM before he went home, and he said he was going to pound on his door for it, or else he would fuck him up for taking his property. He also said the Treb lived with his mom, but oh well, his mom is going to get woken up too. He seemed especially mad at me, but was really mad that he had no right to be mad at me. He deleted me from his myspace friends list. This story leaves these unanswered questions:

1)Why is a flashlight so important to you?
2)If this flashlight is so important to you, why would you bring it to work?
3)If this flashlight is so important to you, why would you bring it to work, and leave it on the floor?
4)Why would you even bring a flashlight to work at all, if you have no official use for it, even if it's not important to you?
5)How can you have been so fucking sure that your flashlight was going to get stolen that it would warrant the need to call your co-worker and ask him to hide it?
6)Who would want to take a flashlight, anyway?
7)Why would your flashlight, or anything, get stolen at a small office where everyone knows everything about everyone? I have left my umbrella, my sweater, my DVDs and they have never been stolen.
8)Why was it that this flashlight was suddenly the exception? I know some maglites can be expensive, but so can the above mentioned things that I have left in the office. I never thought to immediately call and ask one of my co-workers to hide them for me.
9)Was Grizaldo bullied as a kid and everyone stole his stuff, and that is why he has this trauma now?

*names have been changed to protect privacy

ADDENDUM 11/19/07: ok so I worked with Grizaldo last night, and it was as if nothing had ever changed, except that we are still not myspace friends lol
It turns out that Treb has a flashlight obsession. Treb even had this little flashlight on his keychain and he used to shine it at the wall. He lost it a week later.
Also, when Grizaldo called Treb and told him that he had his flashlight, Treb responded, "It's mine now." which further infuriated him. I really don't blame him.

So. . . Ellen and I wanted to go to the Observatory and it would be way too difficult, if not impossible, to get there by bus. I thought I would rent a car just this once. I asked for the cheapest car, and Chrysler PT Cruiser was offered to me.

It's annoying because the gas tank is on the right. You can't pop the trunk; you have to literally take the key out. The horn honks way too loud when you lock it with the keyless entry, and it looks really cheap and overly plastic. The controls for the windows are down the middle of the car, rather than actually on the door.

The cool thing is that the horn is very powerful when you DO need to honk it.

With a car, I finally took my e-waste that I've had for over a year to the toxic materials recycling site consisting of two CRT monitors, a cordless phone, old cell phones, computer mouses, a printer, a fluorescent bulb, and other stuff. My living room already feels less cluttered, except for that HDTV box that my roommate decided to put in there, even though there is no HDTV anywhere in my apartment.

the PT cruiser has always intrigued me because of the whole "retro" thing, but five minutes was enough to get it out of my system.

I have tried the sprouted grain ezekiel bread, then the tortillas, but last night I bought the cereal. OH MY GOD it is really good. It tastes like a very healthy version of grapenuts. It's kind of hard, so you can let it soak for a few minutes in the milk. and it had no added sugar at all, so if I feel like it, I can pour a little agave or raw honey on it. I found my favorite cereal! (formerly, nature's path hemp cereal)
It's also very heavy, so it doesn't take a lot to fill me up.

because I was walking to work tonight like I always do, and these frat boy types threw water at me from their car window as they were driving by. Do I have nerdy pheremones that make me the butt of pranks, or was I just the only one on the street, and unlucky?

So I am in Kowloon, and we took the train to see the big Buddha statue in Hong Kong's Lantau Island. The train doesn't go all the way there, so we had to take a bus from the train station. On the way there, the bus ride was fine, but still, driving on the other side of the road, I thought that bus was going to crash into oncoming traffic. and to make matters worse, because of construction, it was one (narrow) lane for both directions. I really felt the power of that bus' brakes.

the Buddha was cool. That part was fine, but on the bus ride back. The bus smelled like feet, dirty hair, dirty penis, dirty vagina, body odor, and urine in one toxic mushroom cloud of smell. George Carlin once said that we should have signs for everything. There was a sign on another bus that said, "Please observe personal hygiene". . . if only this sign was on this bus, then maybe that whole situation could have been avoided.

I am currently in Hong Kong. It's 9:00 AM here August 23, 2007

The escalators move a lot faster here.
The heat and humidity really tire you out quick, after a long day on the town, but everywhere has this arctic chill air conditioning. It's quite nice.
The MTR (Mass Transit Railway) moves 3,000,000 a day. That's more than San Francisco, L.A., Chicago, and Boston's systems combined.
It's so crowded here. A gang of pedestrians cross the street in every direction, and I thought New York was crowded.
The streets are laid out a lot like London. The drive on the left side of the road, they have lines (queues) for everything-even for the elevators. They have signs (in English and Chinese) for EVERYTHING like in London, and they are even written in the same font. The double decker buses are the exact same ones as in London. The only big differences is that the buildings are a lot taller, and there are a lot more Chinese people. haha
When you order food here, they are very crazy about having your receipt to pick it up. We were even told that we can't get our food, unless we have our receipt.
Starbucks here has this really good chicken and mushroom pie, which I have eaten almost everyday. There is also this curry beef puff pastry. The caramel machiatto is not as sugary as its U.S. counterpart.

and damn, what a skyline!

I am at work, and I just want to get ten minutes of uninterrupted sleep, and my boss keeps giving me some bullshit on msn messenger, or I am getting some bullshit phone calls. I just want a warm place to sleep! boo hoo

Tuesday 7/24/07 was cool

I went to the Beach and I ran around, stuck my feet in the water, sunbathed with no sunscreen, lied on my blanket, listened to the healing sounds of the waves crashing, got away from some electromagnetic chaos, ate my organic raw vegan cherry cashew kookie, and practiced writing some Chinese characters with a red sharpie. YES!

Then I went with Alice to see the movie "Knocked Up" which I'm surprised is even still in theaters! We tried to sneak in the movie by saying we were going to go in to use the bathroom, but the girl taking the tickets saw us going down the escalator, and escorted us out. So we had to pay. oh well.

Then the movie was over at 10 P.M. and it was kind of chilly, so I went to Café Crêpe where I knew for sure the green tea was organic. I asked for a green tea to go, and I thought the girl behind the counter looked familiar.
It turns out I was in the same Spanish for Native Speakers class with her. After short greetings, she asked me, "Is that all you're getting?"
"Yeah"
"Don't worry about it."

so no free movie, but free organic tea!

Then Alice took me home, and I showed her the recent Panama pictures and the story of how Ellen and I got together, and she told me of how she broke up with her last boyfriend. Different endings to our stories, but both happy! Then I went home and actually got to sleep during the night, instead of working the stupid graveyard shift. BEST DAY IN A WHILE!!!!