Here's To Me

I am resurrecting a lost relic.

            What have I been up to since I last left? A whole bunch of things. I grew up, got a career and have been going out with the most compatible person I know. Wiser? possibly. Still naive? a little bit, but not as much. Older? Yes. My gut tells me everyday. And also add in the fact that I train Muay Thai with kids getting into university (at least they think I still go to school - x41413243 awesome).

             I don't care for a lot of trivial stuff anymore, I could careless what people think of me. I collect action figures and I collect comic books and I itch my back with a telescoping backscratcher. Also I like to embarass everyone with my feelings for Mandy. She is cool. I love that freaking girl.

           So whats going on? Im still a bit scared of the future. Well not about being married, but just everything financially down the road. Did you ever do a search on MLS.ca?  All the decent "small" houses are selling for over half a million! Screw that. Thats hippy shit. If i were in Hotlanta id be in a mansion for 300K. Real Estate isn't keeping it real.

          Well. Thats about it. For Now. Its past my bedtime. Yes, I have bedtime at 12 AM. Heresy.

whaaat a night

ok so i had quite the night last night.

So as a I drove home from wifey's aunts place, I slowly park my car on my street to shift my sister's out of the way to get into the garage. Next thing you know, BANG! ERRRRRG! i go outside to see my entire leaning on one of my rims. My heart just sunk to a new low. It was like the time lisa broke ralph's heart on the simpsons....oh yeah, did I mention that I had an interview for State farm the next morning? Yeah , le shit. So i found myself phoning whoever I believed was still awake at the time, Justin, dan, Cheng.....

First Justin Shows up, then Cheng, then Dan +5... my street turns into the fast and furious at 1am! After a quick diagnosis, it turns out either 1) my control arm completely snapped or 2) a nut or bolt snapped the fk off. Fk x2. What I find myself doign at 2am is figuring how to get my car onto a flat bed.......with 2 inches of clearance. This required, wood planks, bricks, and books........BOOKS? YES I SAID BOOKS. After getting the ass of my car onto the flatbed, i noticed that my bumper wouldnt make it....so without any hesitation, I have 5-7 car guys at 1 am trying to take off a bumper with 1/2 inch worth of clearance.

oh yeah some side notes: the attendance of people was crazy! on the top of my head......justin, dan, cheng, annette, kev x2, shermin, shane... plus another tow guy..2) even a cop showed up to the party, apparently someone in my neighbourhood phoned me in...wtf.....but he didnt give me bs, totally understood that I had my luck run out. 3) My parents didnt even notice, my sister in the front window didnt even notice.....AMAZING. 4) Two guys in a modded Audi heckled us, only noticing at the last moment that they were friends with other people there.... 5) Civic Si Stock jack = clutch, it fit under my car with no issues.....how the hell eh?

Eventually the car made it up onto the flatbed with no issues. I talked with the driver, looked like a young guy, but apparently, he was the owner of MEGACITY towing ( you probably see tham a lot zoom around northern toronto along the 401). His name was Caesar (like the salad/ emperor) he said he owned a fleet of 25 trucks and did a lot of work with the Police to impound people under the new street racing law (btw if this happens its 100$ a night fyi). I also found out that he bounced around high school and worked part time with tow cars at 18...crazy...now he has a million dollar business.

230am I finally meet up with my buddy Ivan from Igarage to help me with my dilemma. After a short inspection, the joint from my new purchased SPC camber kit sprung loose; there was a join made for another car in the kit, as a result leading to my car being "floored". Give or so an hour and a bit and next thing you know im driving my car back to my house. In the end i ended up driving home around 4am....

I finally make it home, and I realize....damn, im lucky to be alive...at least it didnt come loose on the highway..thus "it could always be worse"....hah it this moment I realized I had a interview in the morning....grreeeat.

on a side note: thanks guys.!!!!!!!!!!!

down goes the boat gently into the sea

work lately has progressed into its ups and downs; i like money, but is it worth it to sell yourself out sometimes? seriously, the things I have to do sometimes just pisses me off.

 I hate taking the blame for some bullshit I didn't do. Its not my fault that the food sucks so don't take it out on me. If you wanted food you would be eating at some baller restaurant. To some degree if the food is cold or looks just stupid, i can accept the fact that I served the food that way to the customer. But seriously, if you order a fkin pizza, don't blame me its not made in italy.

Serving customers I hate. I hate annoying people. Like yesterday I had some annoying bitches who couldn't stop starring at everyone who passed by. It was like I was under interrogation. To add to this bs, they kept asking for shit consecutively to piss me off.  WTF is wrong with you people? Has society turned into shit? I haven't done shit to you, treat me like a human, not a fucking dog that sits. Oh yeah...not only were they annoying, they tipped me 3 bucks on a 55.  Why do I put up with this shit sometimes?

I have to act fake at work (sometimes). (I always tell people to keep it real...... but in this case...yeahhh...) At work its like I have to go into another dimension. My voice octive goes up my politeness goes up and I can't swear. I have to talk to people I don't wanna talk to and be nice to people I don't wanna be nice to. Business is business I guess. Can't win this battle...

The worst has got to be the point that I have to work my ass off regardless of the outcome of my tip. Eg. the time I did so much extra shit for this table to get tipped 2 cents on a 40 dollar bill. For heaven's fucking sake I gave her son free stuff and more service...fkin shafted my ass. I hope u go back to your cheap ass country. No let me correct that....I hope ur boat sinks in the middle of the ocean. (im basically angry because I payed for their asses to eat. everytime i get a table 2.5 percent of their bill, i have to pay back to the house)

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But there's the flipside.

I get to work with people I like. There can be the stupiest shiet going around. In one case, we try to find out the worst possible phrases we have ever said to customers....the best being....saying "enjoy" to a customer who was receiving a cheque....lol

ah screw the flipside, i hate working

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the end.

Its a new start.

its been awhile i needs to say a few things

1) I'm Sad

I had to say bye to my car of three years. My blue type-s has gone bye bye to some white guy named Matt. I hope he takes care of it. Lets just hope he doesn't mess with the battery that made the radio go into "ERROR" mode....

2) I'm Reminiscing

Of all the time I spent in that car. From the first day I drove it, to the day I drove it downtown......beating the crap out of Celica GT-S's....draining the battery and getting stuck at 1am...all the parts and time...falling asleep during work im my front seat/ in front of markville...my random parts flying out the window driving to Waterloo....getting pulled over by York Region.....

3) All Good Things...

Must come to an end, to make way for better things!

bye bye v-tec hi NISMO power.

4) First Impressions.

Although not a screamer, my car is more like a moaner....(im kidding..i think.). It guzzles a shitload of fuel, but I get a shitload of un-necessary buttons...i also have bluetooth. SICK. Overall its faster, I don't have to downshift to pass cars all the time, the powerband its much more accessible. The clutch is deemed heavy to some, but I find the car really easy drive..Oh yeah one more thing RWD!! this shit kicks its tail out!.....(not a good winter thing). Oh yeah another con, I have everything AMERICAN. I have MPH and fahrenheit. If I had to evaluate the G, it would be that its more refined, more powerful, but loses its fun appeal to the Type-S.

on another note, its $100 cheaper to insure a month!

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to be continued...mandy wants to chat again....

respect

This is just a rant from the worst fucking night ever. Don't read this if you don't like colour metaphors. In the 6 months working as a server, i've never experienced customers this bad consequtively. Its like serving hitler and the devil himself.

so....

you know what pisses me off?

snobs who think their better than you.

Its late at night, and I wanna go home from work. But who shows up? some jackoffs who think their the shit with suits. I'm like ok, whatever...........its 11pm they might tip good.

 So I proceed to ask... May I get you something to drink??? Their Reply. "I want a Three Cheeze Penne.", I want . .... this....this...Im hungry hurry up..... i want this.....

Goddamn ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION YOU FUCK.

Even worse, they argue how long the garlic toast takes to make, considering Mike in the back is busting his balls alone in the restaurant kitchen. Fuck. Like Shut up. What happens next?"Can I have a hot sauce, Can I have a ice T, Can I have video game tv thingy, Can I have...."...Ok fine...

Whats worse a table of 4 comes in and the whole night wouldnt stop badgering me about what they ACTUALLY ORDERED and how it wasnt how they wanted it. FUCK. I AINT NO MOTHERFUCKING MINDREADER U STUPID FUCKS. But seriously what can you do.......nothing......why? because you work there? Why? because you gotta keep your integrity..why? because ....MONEY THATS WHY.

Money either does one of the following: 1) strengthening your character or 2) Do stupid shit you don't normally do.

1) I'll take orders from all you ignorant, arrogant ass fucks that disrespect me. Why? because I know if I get through to you then, I can literally walk through atomic bombs.

2) But on the flip side, I feel like my character is erroding. Why? I'm sucking up to people who don't deserve shiet from me or anything from anyone else. I gotta take some assholes order and deal with it. Patel my manager said," you gotta pretend to be stupid". Which is basically what happens, you have to pretend that sometimes "its your fault". Goddamn....

Ok back to my night. These 4 guys that come in. Order some starters, they get their starters. Start ordering their main course. They tell me how I should do my shit. But I already know some of that shit isn't possible. I CAN'T FUCKING HELP THAT WE DON'T HAVE A BAKED MOTHERFUCKING POTATO.

1/2 hour later, they ask for a dish back (Mushroom Chicken)..meaning i have to tell the kitchen their food failed.

10 minutes after that

"Ice t is watery." (but it tastes like that EVERY FUCKING DAY ANYWHERE)

2 minutes after that. Where is the Garlic bread? x 5 times...

"IT COMES WITH THE ENTREE"

5 Minutes after that, the dish I returned, "this tastes like a grill"...(in my head I wanna gonna shoot someone....)

1 minute after can i have refill, i ask "anyone else need a refill?"..no one answers...

so i come back with a refil and each of them consecutively asks for refills after I ask them...

I come back "may I take those empty plates away?" one guy answers "NO" and theirs obviously nothing there, and starts laughing.....

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ready to implode. 4 guy table finally occupied filling their fat faces full of food.

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back to snob table. I ask hows everything to their faces, ignored. Thats icing on the cake folks.

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Im being polite to you, im being nice, im being as concerned as possible that you get what you want. At least treat me like a fkin human being, not some peon that you can step on.

Ok last rant. Why do you stupid fucks mess with waiters before you get your food order? are you stupid or something? use your brain. WERE THE ONES SERVING THAT SHIT.  thankfully I'm not that type of an asshole.

Moral of story "DON'T FUCK WITH THE PEOPLE SERVING YOU"..