Just a warning, I do not hold back when I discuss race, especially my own people.  So be warned that I am coming at you hardbody with what I think.  A lot of you already know how I get down, but this just a reminder if you did not already know.

This happened a few weeks ago.  My sister’s friend was having a birthday party.  It was one of those rare weekends where I did not have anything planned.  I was hanging out with my sister for most of the day and did not bother to make any more accommodations for the evening.  I asked if I could go along, and the birthday girl said it was cool.  My sister’s friend drives us to the house.  We get there hella early, so shit was not off the chain.  I am sitting there sipping my drink getting buzzed and what not.  As the evening progresses, more people show up and I mingle.

Thing is, this was an all out Mexican party.  Straight mex from jump street, so you know I already stick out.  It is like strike one by default on my ass already.  As more and more mexi-fries piled in I crack jokes at the expense of some of these dudes.  Most were cool with it, but it turned out that a few were getting offended but some of my remarks.  I don’t know how many Mexicans you hang out with, but they are kind of like guidos in the regard that they front like a motherfucker.  Most dudes are short and have a small man complex, so they get their 24 hour fitness memberships to enlarge their biceps.  I mean shit, I work out too but for much more practical applications.  To top it off, every dude had that gay ass Daddy Yankee look to them, and you get no respect from me when you purposefully try to look like a bitch.  I will be honest, I hold a grudge against these “groupings” of Mexicans because these are essentially the same people that gave me shit while growing up.  I was never seen as one of “them” so I always had issues with these motherfuckers.  That is why I hung out and grew up with black people.  To them I was just a white ass Mexican and left it at that.  I did not have to explain to them my family tree, what flavor of white I was mixed with or any other redundant information Mexicans care about.   I am not like those dumb ass Mexicans that tell you that they are mixed with Spanish, desperately trying to claim as much white blood to save face.  Fuck you stupid bitches that do that.  Don’t ever come to me with that shit unless you want to get handled. Why they flaunt their rapist ancestors like that I will never know.

Later in the evening, one dude in particular was taking offense.  This motherfucker just stayed away in the distance and never once confronted me about what I was doing or saying.  It all came down to one particular moment.  I gravitated to the living room, which was the dance floor for the evening.  I spot a group of mildly attractive bitches and wanted to see what was up.  I was macking on at least four of them, at the same time.  I singled one of them out because she looked bored.  I said to her, “Hey yo, you look bored, what is the deal on a key?”  She responded by saying, “I wish they would play more Reggaeton”.  My face went blank, and hatred consumed my soul.  Then, the vodka spoke on my behalf and I responded with “OH MAN, that is HELLA spic.” I proceeded to talk with another group and went about getting down for the crown.  Well, the breezy was upset, and yes I was wrong and it was out of line, especially since she did not know me or my beef with hating ass Mexicans and Daddy Yankee.  She told the birthday girl and the owner of the house.  The owner was asking me to leave, and then I got pissed.  Even better, the DJ stopped the music so I was now the focus of the room. I told that breezy it was a joke AND I apologized but they still wanted to kick me out.  Well, guess who else hopped on the hate brigade, that punk ass dude that I was pissing off earlier in the evening.  He was saying that he wanted to take me out.  Where was he earlier in the evening?  Why now?  Oh that’s right, because those two other dudes were trying to get in my face because I did not want to leave.  Yeah, good timing you little bitch.  I would destroy you.  Please believe they would have charged me with a hate crime on your ass.

The best part was when the bitch in question got in my face.  My sister, with a Coors Light bottle in hand, empties it, and fucking swings it at the inferior female.  I think she hit her, but there was a lot of commotion so it was not a clean blow.  I stomped out and yelled at all three of them to come fight me.  At this time I was already sobered up, so they were getting only the finest rage out of me.  Man, I wanted it, badly, it had been a while since I fought someone.  All the rage and energy I have to keep under control on a daily basis was fully unraveled.  At that point, I did not give a fuck.  Maximus Hardbody status was fully activated.  I was free.

In this rage, I kept yelling at these dudes to come out and get a piece.  I do some ballistic stretching.  Then I start punching a tree to get the blood pumping.  There were three dudes outside smoking that saw this and they ran back inside. During the final moments, I think everyone was more scared of my sister than me so she held her own. Respect.  No one wanted a piece and I was disappointed in the lack of action. We are both kicked out of the party and my sister is furious with me.  It was an excellent bonding experience for the two of us.  We made their fucking night.

So, what did I learn from this?  I should probably not be so defensive when interacting with a mob of Mexicans.  Also, some people still get offended by the word “spic”, especially when they are the epitome of the stereotype.   More importantly, I have a whole lot to lose, so I guess being such a champion of life has its downsides.  I do have a death wish sometimes and it really needs to stop.  I should be better at putting things into perspective.

You want to know the best part?  Remember the dude that wanted to take me out? Turns out that piece of shit motherfucker beats his girlfriend.  And I am the one getting kicked out?  I am the bad guy?  What a bunch of fucking marks.

Yeah very late, but I need to address my trip to Los Angeles. Let’s do this.

I should have done this the week after, but too much shit had been going on top of the holidays. Not to mention those seven days of non-stop drinking. Thank you snow days, good shit.

First off, I am not even sure how such a trip came about. Raymond just randomly mentioned it to me. He had wanted to visit Tomas down in LA and get bitches, so of course I agreed. Didn’t even think twice about it, that is just how I get down. He cops the tickets and things get in motion. We leave December 10th and get down there late in the evening. My main nig Tomas a.k.a. “the Darkness” came at us full force, rolling through with the Ford Fusion rental car. Surprisingly, the car was not packed full of bitches. After all, Ford seemed to have designed it to be a pussy magnet. If you have never seen one, it looks like an American car trying really hard to look non-American, yet fails miserably. There is a dial for accent lighting along the center console, red, blue, green, and purple. Yeah, it looks tacky as fuck. Sad, because you know some dipshit designer thought this would come across as classy. And they wonder why the Big Three need bailout money.

Anyway, we get picked up and we are rolling deep in the 213. A certain someone was feigning for a certain type of burger. These burgers are alright, nothing amazing. What was their name again? Oh, I remember. In ‘n Out, the most overrated burgers in the history of the universe. Don’t get it twisted, they are good, but no where near as incredible as people make them out to be. Get me a Dick’s Deluxe or a Double Bacon Cheeseburger from Kid Valley and call it day. 206 represent.

We cruise around a bit more and end up at Tomas’ crib which was in a premium location. Fantastic. We call it a night because the Darkness needs his rest. The next day we take Tomas to work. Raymond and I had the whip for the entire day. We start off easy, by going to a taco shop for breakfast. Yes, breakfast, that is how we roll. We then head towards Venice Beach. It was early in the morning, so there was not much activity. It looked exactly as how imagined after all the Baywatch I had watched during middle school. The beach itself is massive and it feels like you need to walk through a mile of sand before you even reach the water. Muscle beach was cool to see in person. That was pretty much it. We then made got back on Pacific Coast Highway and drove for a long ass time. Nice highway no doubt. We saw Pepperdine University that looks like it is in the middle of nowhere. The campus huge with acres of incredibly green grass which is impressive considering everything around it is nothing but sand and dirt. They must have at least four Mexicans landscaping that shit on the regular. We kept going north on PCH and ended up in Santa Monica. Or rather, Santa Monica High School, since we scope out only the finest jailbait imaginable. OK, we were not specifically looking for a high school. We just sort of ended up there when we were looking at some of the crazy ass houses owned by rich white people. It was only until we stumbled upon the high school that we drove through the parking lot just to get a sense of the place. Dudes were hella mean muggin’, but they can’t see me though.

We then got back on PCH and headed to UCLA. We found a parking spot what seemed to be eight miles away from campus. I considered this to be our luck day. The campus was very nice. We walked around for a bit. Raymond even had time to insult a bronze bear statue with some UW shorts. Lots of females. I swear, the Socal weather forces bitches to stay in shape, and I like it that way. Afterwards, we went to the most random place ever…Denjin Arcade in Simi Valley. Yes, it was awesome. I felt kind of bad for Raymond since we drove HELLA far to get there. I guess it was alright because we had sort of run out of ideas. Denjin is the best arcade I have ever seen. Unfortunately it was kind of empty. I played a few dudes in SFIV for a bit which was nice. No Marvel players unfortunately. Highly recommended if you throw down on the sticks and happen to be in the area. We then got dinner #1 at Carl’s J.R., where I always order that rodeo burger, you know, the one with the bbq sauce and onion rings. Too beast. One thing I finally noticed firsthand is that California highways seem to go on forever. You need to drive at least forty-five minutes at 70mph to get anywhere. That was the end of our driving adventure. We ended the evening by picking up Christine at the airport. Raymond and I had already started drinking. I don’t really remember the rest of the evening.

The next day was tight. Tomas hooked it up with passes to the Warner Brothers lot. Better than a tour, since we had the chance to just walk around everywhere. The most amazing thing was seeing the trailers for the cast of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. I wanted to take pictures, but I didn’t want to come across as a mark. We also peaked into several sound stages. We even got to see the really big one that shows up at the beginning of every WB movie. Awesome.

Later that night we hit up a bar close to the crib. Raymond reminded me that we started drinking early that night, I believe it was when we went to go pick up Christine. Yeah, now I remember. We drank vodka from out the trunk. To make matters worse, while driving, we saw signs warning of police check points up ahead. What the fuck man, bullshit. For some reason, it was decided that I chug the bottle of vodka/OJ. Great, drunk already. What else is new? Good thing is that the best was yet to come. We hit said bar for a bit, T-Pain was working some mad game on like eight bitches so we left. There was only one place to go at this hour which was around two in the morning, and that was to get some fucking tacos. Cactus Taco to be exact. We walked for what seemed like an eternity, but we made it. It was worth the trek through some grimy ass streets. It was alright though since drunk logic and fearlessness go hand in hand. Let me just say, these were some of the finest tacos I have had on the West coast. The 213 came through for this one in hardbody fashion. I got tacos al pastor (pork) and asada (beef), while RayRay got some beef tongue. It was everything a taco should be. No way you can go wrong with that place. If you are in the area, don’t even think twice about it. Just do it. Come see me when you do. Much better than all that wack ass Yashinoya bullshit I had to sit through last time I rolled down there with the crew. I will rage next time that happens when in the land of the Taco shop.

Saturday rolled through, and we also did a bunch of shit. We hit up a farmers’ market in the morning. I saw Tomas pet a goat. I did not pet the goat, for I do not enjoy touching random animals. For lunch we went to El Taurino, another highly rated taco joint. This place was straight up mex. When the place is packed with la Raza, it is usually a good indicator of how good the food will be, regardless of how dirty it looks. I went with the carne asada, Ray had more beef tongue tacos, and The Darkness had some chitlins. The joint reminded me of the Dick’s business model applied to tacos. It appears to work very well. Later in the evening we hit up some Korean place. It was alright, but that shit is way too expensive. The money we spent there would have garnered us at least two days worth of taco meals. After dinner we took a walk. Maybe this is just me, but anything outside of Hollywood looks straight up hood. We ended up at some random ass street fair. The street was closed off, and a stage had been set up. Seemed like some generic ass salsa/cumbia/mergengue group. We watched them for a bit. I focused all my attention the lone backup dancer/singer. Bitch was looking real nice and thick. Had some real sexy moves and would have smashed on her real hard.

We then went back to Tomas’ crib, got fucked up and played a game of Kings. Why do we partake in such a game? We all end up embarrassed. I think we were all assed out by 5AM, too bad we had to get up early the next morning to catch the flight. I wasn’t too hung over, but my stomach was killing me. It was the worst during take off, because I was in my seat sweating trying to hold back the urge to purge. Never again.

Overall it was a very enjoyable trip. I know I am missing some key events here and there. I would be glad to edit this post later, but for the time being this write up will do.

Working like a Mexican

So after getting back from Europe I immediately started work at a new job based at South Seattle Community College, in West Seattle. “IT Specialist” is the title and it means I do all sorts of random stuff regarding IT. It is more laid back than my previous job at Mithun, but has much more upward mobility which is great. At Mithun IT was accessible at all times. At South, we work on our own terms. When I was shadowing coworkers, I noticed they would politely tell users to “fuck off”. Not those exact words but that was the core message. I was originally hired to take care of the Georgetown campus, which is a satellite campus for South. However, they turned it around and said I would be based at the main campus and then drive down to Georgetown whenever there was work to be done. Usually, I drive down once or twice a week.

Overall, I enjoy the job. I am learning new things such as working on servers, linux, switches, and ghost. If there is something I want to learn I can do so at anytime, which I really enjoy since it keeps things fresh. The only bad part is that there is a lot more politics and bullshit due to the size of the college. Since we are all classified employees and forced into union membership, everyone grows balls of steel and feels they are important even when they are not. It boils down to the heads of the school’s departments trying to beat each other into submission. IT gets stuck in the middle of it all. Thankfully, our director does not put up with anyone’s shit so it gives us some breathing room.

Now I will present you with my workspace at Georgetown. I have described it as a closet. It is not that small, but it is in a random ass location. You have to walk into a classroom first. It is just some door that looks like a janitor’s closet.

The outside of Building B, where my office is located

The Entrance

Yeah, my office is in a classroom

The Closet

Another angle

There are three buildings on the campus which are used for trade apprenticeship programs. Two buildings are fairly new and “green”. I get stuck into the oldest and most dilapidated of them all. Amazing. Do not worry, my office space at the main campus is your usual cubicle set up. The only thing that sucks is that I share a cube, but nowhere near as bad as I had imagined.

Building C

Building A

Thoughts on the Beast

Ever since getting my new job, I have been forced to drive everyday. This has put me in a tough spot with how I approach my pride and joy nowadays. I still love the beast, but I used to only drive it on the weekends where I could truly appreciate my car. However, now that I drive it everyday the allure of the beast has diminished. The car remains the same, but its purpose has changed. I feel as if the car is being wasted. To keep things interesting I have been driving it hard which is stupid and dangerous when there is a good amount of traffic on the roads. I have been thinking of getting something else. A beater, or something a little nicer. I have been eying some Lexus models since I have never owned anything “nice”. These are used cars mind you. If I were to buy something new it would be an Evo hands down, that thing is beast on too many levels. I figure at this point in my life I deserve a decent ride, not one built for the drag strip. Besides, most new cars nowadays are ridiculously fast right out of the dealer. It is like I need 400 horsepower at the wheels to even compete. Not to mention that my car is absurd on many levels. Trying to get a POS 20 year old car to keep up with better and new technology is difficult. Just look at the new BMW M3s. Unless I roll up in a Z06 with Intake/cams/headers/exhaust it would be hard to rape people on the streets in other real man cars.

This reminds me, now that I drive every day I get more attention from gross ass people. One time going south on I-5, a fucking Toyota 4runner kept revving next to me, the white boy douche bag even honked at me. He wanted to race, for some reason. No logic in his actions. I ignored it, because traffic was everywhere. Well, his douchebaggery attracted attention from a worthy opponent. None other than a mid-90s Toyota Camry. Awesome, because we all know that is the kind of action people want to see go down on the streets. The Camry weaved through traffic to line up with the 4runner and they were off. It is funny now that I think about it, but at the time I was just confused.

Gayness

OK, there have been two times in the last few months where very flamboyantly homosexual men have hit on me in the most random spots.

Instance 1

I was helping my sister get ready for her drivers license test. It was essentially me sitting in the passenger’s seat while my sister drove around. Sometimes I would just fall asleep. One time my sister was driving and I was falling asleep when out of nowhere some gay guy yells, “YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HOT!” This dude was the epitome of the raver homos. Dude was decked out in a fishnet tank top, mini back pack, and those faggot ass Jnco Hardy Boy cargo pants.

Instance 2

Tonight I walked down into my building’s garage to throw out the trash and recycling. As I stood there picking out the glass bottles, a homo sees me the garage gate and asked, “Oooh, wanna come with me to the bathhouse? I would definitely pay your way.” I laughed and said no thanks. He just stared at me a few more seconds and then went on his way.

I am not sure what to make of all this gayness. It does not bother me at all, but goddamn these homos rush that shit down when given the chance. I just wish more females came at me hardbody like that, why must I do all the work?

Current Events

Oh yeah, so that black guy got elected. Si se puede? Good stuff. I hope black people take the ball and fucking run with it until they can no more. This is it. Granted, racism and socioeconomic disadvantage will always exist. However, Symbolism is powerful and it does not get much better than having one of your own in the White House after all this time. Politics in its purest form is empowerment. The time for bitching and moaning is over. Discourse. Action. If that does not happen, the opportunity will be lost. Obama had a more retarded childhood than most illegal Mexicans currently residing in the states. He embodies success in the face of adversity. Hell, a lot of black people refuse to accept him and he still hustled. The man is a machine. He should be considered a saint by all black people. Were a Mexican elected president, I can assure you Mexican households all over North America would have his picture next to their Virgin Mary statue. Guess we will have to wait and see.

Tuesday October, 7 2008

Italia and France 2008

I do not even know where to start with this trip. The original intentions of this family were to be a last hurrah of sorts in terms of familial travel. I got new job days before leaving. Horrible timing but it worked out seeing as how I needed to put in my “two weeks”. So I just bounced out of Mithun and told them I would be leaving forever with three days notice. Beast.

So what the fuck were some Mexicans doing in Europe? Apparently a lot, I had no clue just how much we were going to cover on this trip. I just google mapped that shit down and it is staggering how much we covered. It was a total of 12 days. Three countries and a shit ton of cities I have a hard time remembering at the moment. We started in Italy and took a train all the way to Paris making many stops along the way. It went something like this: Rome, Vatican City, Venice, Florence, Nice, Monaco, Cannes, Antibes, and Paris. We trounced all all over the place. We covered enough to never return to those parts ever again.

I would have really liked to document each day of the trip because I could have gone into much more detail than I am doing now. However, it would have been impossible seeing as how there was no time to do so. I am just going to freestyle it from here on out.

Roma and el Vaticano

Rome was impressive. I cannot believe how excessive people could be. From my understanding after having been there, Romans seemed to be the most elitist, narcissistic, and wasteful motherfuckers ever–past and present. The city was jam packed with things to see. Ruins, churches, monuments, and six thousand fountains (I counted). The most impressive thing was Vatican City. The church, Sistine chapel, massive amounts of marble creations, and the artwork is overwhelming. The man hours and skill needed for such things is incredible. Truly something one must see firsthand to appreciate.

The Vatican

Lance of Longinus

Speaking of impressive, the women were fantastic. No, I did not bang any of them unfortunately. But goddamn, they were beautiful. I was telling the homies that you would have to try hard to get an ugly breezy over there. I am not sure what to compare them to. They did not look like the white females over here for obvious reasons. They reminded me of really white Mexican females. The bodies were perfect. Ass and tits in the correct proportions. The type of female that looks like she will not gain weight even after marriage–for the win. Before anyone asks, I did not take any pictures of random females. A decision that fills me with regret at the moment because my words would not do these fine bitches justice.

Anyways, I have to mention the Colosseum. I was not that impressed by it. There were buildings next to it that appeared to be bigger than the actual Coliseum, so the impact was definitely reduced for me. However, once inside the architecture was impressive. To have witnessed the spectacles first hand would be awesome.

Colosseum

Oh yeah, the food sucked. Small snack sized portions. Maybe it is the reason why their women are in shape. Regardless, not impressed at all. To be fair, all the restaurants served home styled dishes which was cool. However, when I am paying 12 euros for a pizza or pasta it better be fucking delicious and bursting with flavors for the palette. Nope, not even close. Had I replicated a spaghetti recipe it would have tasted the same as the shit we ate over there. This brings me to another tangent, fast food places were the best deals everywhere. How sad is it that a McDonald’s is the better deal in terms of price and quantity. Either way, fuck the Euro.

Venice

Very interesting city. Our first day there we walked half way across the city because I trusted my parents to lead the way. Unfortunately they had forgotten just how massive and confusing it is to get around by foot. Cool thing was that they now had commuter boats for tourists to get around. You bought a pass for the day and you could hop on and off the boats and see the entire city in the span of a day. Again, why someone would create a city like that is beyond me, but money lets you do all sorts of crazy shit so whatever. Every building had some sort of shop or restaurant. I have a hard time believing that such establishments make any money, seems like the city is over saturated with them.

One of the cool things was visiting Murano where all the glass blowing/artisan shops are located. Some small and some were huge resembling factories. To think, Dale Chihuly thought he could go over there and show them how to work with glass. If you do not know who Chihuly is, google/youtube him so you can see what I am talking about. What a fucking pompous and worthless ass clown. Anyway, several shops gave demonstrations on the creation of several pieces. After the demo, they would funnel the tourists into their gallery and try to make you buy their products in bulk.

Piazza San Marco

Waterway

Look at this man. He is blowing glass in some running shorts. Dude is beast. Fuck you Dale Chihuly.

Florence

Saw it all in a day. Stopped by that old ass bridge known as the Ponte Vecchio. We then saw the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore which has some insane marble work on the exterior. It is as if they hired fifty or so Mexicans from the Home Depot parking lot and told them to painstakingly sort out pink and white marble slabs to use for the outside. Saw a bunch of plazas, the most significant being Piazza della Signoria complete with a replica of Michelangelo’s David and a statue of Persueus with Medusa’s head in hand. The only thing we missed was seeing the original statue of David because the line to get into the museum was two hours long. My parents had already seen it in person and I was cool on skipping it. My time is money anyway so we bounced.

Santa Maria

What the hell?

The French Riviera

We were based in Nice for this part of the journey. A very cosmopolitan city with many beautiful people within it and yet, still grimy. Lots of minorities consisting of Africans and Arabs, most likely why they had told us it was one of the more dangerous cities. Which is funny, because at no point during our stay did we have trouble at any city. We walked around the beach and went out at night. Very nice weather, but we did not really do much simply because there was not too much to see in the first place.

The second day we went on a whirlwind tour. Somehow we got a personal driver to take us around to several cities on an eight hour tour. It was ridiculous but worth it because we saw everything worth seeing. Our driver was this French guy born in South Africa, who moved to Nice, and then moved to Costa Rica where he lived for seven years. He knew how to speak Spanish and had a thing for dark Latinas. The man was hilarious was awesome as our tour guide. He also drove like a madman but he knew what he was doing so I trusted his judgment. Although, we almost hit three cars while on the tour so it kept things interesting to say the least.

The view from Saint Paul

Monaco. Where time really is money.

We went to Monaco, Cannes, and Antibes. Monaco was extremely small. We just went to see the casino from the outside and walked around for a bit. Not too much to see aside from the views which were fantastic. Lots of old people too, I have no idea why but that is what the majority of the tourists consisted of.

We stopped by Cannes for a bit and saw the grand stairway where all those movie premieres take place. Did not look that impressive up close. The beach front was nice. However, not much else to look at besides all of the designer stores crammed along the main street.

Antibes was nice too, especially considering the history behind the city. Awesome strategic location for Napoleon, and seeing the remnants of the fort was very cool. Not to mention the millionaires who store their massive yachts on the pier. The owners of the yachts pay groups of guys to clean and maintain them year round. Often times the owners do not even use them, but they still pay for someone to take them out every once in a while. Amazing waste of money and cool to see it up close. Word on the streets is that Arabs are the ones with massive amounts of scrilla and it makes sense. Please believe they are the real ballers of over there.

Paris

We then took an overnight train, the ones that have bunk bed rooms so we could sleep. It was weird, because the rooms house six people. Meaning that we had to share the room with two other strangers, must have sucked for those guys since were acting like a bunch of rowdy minorities.

Paris is the only city I had already visited before. The city reminds me a lot of Seattle, probably why I like it so much. Very laid back atmosphere and really awesome tasting gyros. We saw the usual stuff like the Eiffel Tower and The Arc of Triumph (or Arc de Triomphe as the gays call it). We went from 90 degree weather in Rome to 60 degree weather in Paris. I felt refreshed after arriving. No more sweaty ball syndrome.

Random Tidbits from the Trip

Overall, everything is too expensive. I saw a pair of Nikes over there for 110 euros while that same exact model costs only 50 dollars over here which is more than double for the same thing. That is only an example of the absurd prices but you get the idea.

The food was not good. The tastiest things we had were gyros made by Arabs. They were delicious and reasonably priced. When you get charged 12 euros for a plate of bland pasta you look for alternatives real quick. I called it before going over there too but I had come to believe that Italy was where I could finally get some good food. Wrong and anyone who tells me otherwise is most likely white, because they tend to love shit with no flavor. Eat at a taco truck for fucks sake, and then come see me about delicious food.

Gyros. Best European food I found over there.

Again, I cannot get over how hot the women were over there. I need to get some Italian broad with an accent. I am not one who is usually awestruck by beauty, but I guess living in Seattle has deprived me of what truly beautiful women actually look like. A+ Italy, I approve of that ass.

Children should not be allowed on planes. They need to be over ten years old before getting on a plane, otherwise they annoy the fuck out of everyone. They never shut the fuck up and cry like little bitches. When I am sitting there for an eleven hour flight, the last thing I want to hear is a crying child.

Almost forgot. Since we made the entire trip on train we made several stops. One of these was Milano. So there we are at the station since we had to kill time for an hour. The number 2 call of nature was signaling and I had to respond. So I pay the .80 euro fee to handle some business. I get into the stall and I freeze. It was a squat toilet. Too many emotions ran through me. I was anxious, angered, surprised, and annoyed, but more importantly needing get some relief. However, I had to think about it for a bit. I had never used one of these things. What the fuck am I supposed to do here? I cannot do the Asian squat. The bio-mechanic nature of that pose is impossible for me to replicate. There was no time to practice either. To be safe, I took off all my clothes because I will be goddamned if I shit myself trying to be slick using one of these motherfuckers. I recalled my Kenpo Karate training and got into a wide “horse” stance. I had my arms out too just in case. I was not falling into the thing, fuck that noise. That act itself felt very strange. Had I been an avid camper or Bear Grylls this would have been a piece of cake. Sadly, I do not spend my spare time away from civilization because I tend to like modern activities and amenities.

In conclusion, awesome albeit stressful trip. I had one day of rest before starting my new job so it all worked out. Not sure what major trip I will take next with the family. I need to get on all the continents before it is too late. I have had enough of Western Europe. I think it is time for me to take a trip to the dark side, also known as Eastern Europe where they still think communism can work. Who knows, I guess we will have to wait and see.

Oh yes, please believe I wore "that" shirt while over there.

Work?

I have not had anything on my mind lately, just been taking it easy. And then one day it all changed. Big time. So I sit down with my boss to talk about some HR type issues. Then it turns out my contract runs out in October. Meaning, my ass is getting canned. What the motherfuck? Are you shitting me, is this shit for real? I have been at this place for over three years, working through school scrambling to wrap up credits for my wack ass degree only to be laid off a few months after graduating. Fucking bullshit. To be fair, things are not so good the architectural business. Some projects are simply on hold and people are left with nothing to do. Problem is since I am in the IT department, we have work to do no matter what. I guess they just bunch me in the overhead category and figure getting rid of me will save money, which is true but not fucking fair. Projections have come up short. But seriously, it is fucked up either way.

The worst part is there is nowhere for me to go and battle it out. Our team is constantly screwed. Three people to with an office IT needs is not enough and yet they feel the need to cutback. What am I supposed to do? “Aye dog, aye, yo man that balance sheet is wack son check it, you can afford to hire me as a fulltime employee!” I do not think that would work out very well and make me look stupid in the process. The white man’s economy always wins in the end.

Financially I am good. I can afford some time off. When I think about it, I have not had any breaks for almost five years. I could really use a month or two for complete and utter boredom. Then again, that Mexican work ethic must be quelled with constant cash flow. The grind for scrilla never ends. I have already applied an interviewed at a few places, so we will have to wait and see what happens. Next time, I am not taking anyone’s “word” on employment guarantees because this is exactly the type of shit that happens all the time in the private sector.

Censorship

I have a very dirty mouth and it transpires through my writings. I do not know if this is good or bad. Thing is, if I were to hold back on the usage of such language it would not be authentic. I am all about keeping it real. I write this primarily for myself, and any amigos that happen to find my ramblings amusing. While I may come across as sexist, jingoistic, fascist, and racist, all these elements would make much more sense when people actually get to know me in real life. This is a disclaimer for those random people who happen to stumble upon my page, only to feel as if they have been kicked in the chest with a heavy dose of real talk, please believe.

The Olympics, and Why China is Awesome

China is beast. Plain and simple. The country and its people epitomize hardbody to the fullest. Take for example the little girl who lip synched during the opening ceremony. The lip synching itself was not the issue, but rather that the act took place because the original singer’s teeth were too ugly to appear on camera for the ceremony. Think about that for a second. Imagine that happening in the US. Uproar would arise from all around whether it is from hypocritical feminist groups, parents with ugly kids, and liberals finding some reason to correlate this with Tibet AND Dafur.

You see, countries like China get it and such actions give you a glimpse into the Chinese way of doing things. They know what needs to be done to achieve certain goals. Poor Chinese parents use most if not all of their annual income to send their kids to the best schools possible. There, the child studies constantly compete with other kids to be the best. The fruits of that country’s labor have begun to show. The country has a freakishly large and growing middle class that live in suburban styled “McMansions”, drive around in Mercedes sedans, and demand American made products to furnish their homes. China has been building up its human capital at an impressive rate with great success. You need to break some eggs to make an omelet, and they know this to the fullest. Much different from the US method where kids are taught to be pussies and fat asses. My respect to China because when your country is on the spot everything better be perfect. No time to fuck around having ugly ass kids ruining opening ceremonies.

That is all for now. I just got back from Vegas earlier in the week. I will write a little bit about that, but at a later time.

Peacez.

I wanted to write something about finally leaving UW, but I was unable to come up with anything thought provoking.  It appears that the experience had left me somewhat jaded.  One of the things I realized is that there was a point in time where I hated school with a furious passion.  This was probably the first two years at UW when I came in with the “I need to go to engineering or business school” mindset.  I spent hours staring at my books with out any goddamn motivation to learn anything.  When in reality I did not care about any of that stuff.  It went in one ear and out the other.  I retained jack shit of the material which sure as hell made negative impact on my GPA.  Unfortunately I spent the next three years digging myself out this hole.

So where the hell did it go wrong?  Honestly, I was not ready for a university setting.  I certainly enjoyed the atmosphere, but academically it was a terrible mistake.  Deep down I was hoping I did not get into UW while still in high school, which sounds terrible, but I had a gut feeling it was going to reign hell on me which it eventually did.  I had originally wanted to just go the community college route, because I knew for a fact that it would be easy street and then transfer.  All I ever wanted was a less than shitty degree.  I would have gladly taken a business degree from community college.  I know, it does not sound overly ambitious at all but it was certainly a more realistic approach.   At least that route would have been easier and a little more focused.  All I took away from UW was a random ass political science degree that is a little less shitty and worthless than something in communications.  Also, I am now a mid-tier Marvel vs Capcom 2 player thanks to all my training at the HUB.

I am not really sure what sort of conclusion to make about the experience.  A failure or a success?  I would like to think a little bit of both.  It would have been a complete failure if I were still working at that Jiffy Lube by University Village.  So I guess it was not so bad.  I have definitely matured a lot, and if I had the chance to do it all over again knowing what I know now, the outcome would have been much different.  None of my success has ever been a direct result of my book smarts so it is not that big a deal.  It was just a lot of time and money that could have resulted in a more satisfying outcome.

Also, I would just like to point out that I was proud to get a degree in a subject I do care about and enjoy a great amount.  It came naturally to me, and I really mean everything I ever said and wrote about in those political science courses.  I know there were some people in those classes who heard what I had to say and thought to themselves, “Is this guy for real?”  Yes dipshits, I was for real and always am, please believe.  Some of you may have noticed I do not even bother engaging anyone in a political discussion because I do not feel like destroying people.  I would rather sit back and decipher other people’s views.  I read people like books.  I guess just get me drunk enough to the point where I do engage you, which would be quite the spectacle.  From the start I knew I was very unlike the other forty thousand (at least it feels like it) UW polisci students who graduated this year with law school ambitions and hopes of selling out to the man.   Then again, I have always wanted a big house and Z06 Corvette, so I will need to swallow my pride kiss up to the man at one point.

Vale Tudo en Luta livre

I am not sure if people had ever picked up on this, but I am a closet MMA fanatic. I love it, and one of these days I am going to do it. I like every single aspect of it but the training is what I find the most appealing. The guys do cardio, grapple, and hit the bags damn near all week long. Hell, their resistance training is hardbody. They do not sit there bench pressing all day long. Far from it. They do crazy old school shit like swing a sledge hammer into tires, handstand push ups, and climb ropes upside down. I love that stuff, because it creates real explosive strength needed to toss people around and fuck them up. Seriously, what kind of free weight exercise could work the muscles needed to climb a rope upside down. Anyone who can do that has a serious level of “destrucity” at their disposal. I feel like taking people out just thinking about this stuff.

Lately, I have been craving it even more than usual. I have been following the sport since before it became mainstream, Pride 6 to be exact. This was back when Mark Kerr and Vitor Belfort were supposed to be the future of the sport. We all know how that turned out. So yeah, that was way back in the days of using mIRC to get my fix. Nowadays I can find the stuff with ease, which is great. I get extremely hyped with every MMA event out there and constantly check the event cards. Lots of good stuff coming from all over the place. Japan has several organizations since the collapse of Pride. UFC picked up lots of great fighters recently and even the smaller US MMA orgs put on good cards. What can I say, I like watching half naked men punch each other in the face. Guess I really enjoy violence, and I have yet to determine if that is a good or bad thing. Perhaps, I can finally put my awesome cardio and rage to use this summer when I graduate since will have nothing to do but work. Who knows, definitely something I will consider in the very near future. My only concern is other fighters aiming for my nose and breaking it. That is pretty fucking funny now that I think about it. I would probably do the same if I were in their shoes.

Last week at UW

Fuck. Last week ever. Sort of crazy but it is about time. Five years of UW have certainly been interesting. Perhaps later I shall write something a little more reflecting on my experience. For the time being I am just taking it pretty easy. I only have one official final exam so I have been coasting for the last few weeks. It has gotten to the point where I do not really care. There is no real attachment between the school and myself. Maybe if I gave a shit about school sports I may be more sympathetic towards the UW but that is not the case either. I feel this way…wait did I just say “feel”? What the fuck is that pansy ass shit? Man I need to watch how I say things. I need to keep it hardbody for you all. Sorry about that slip up. Anyways, as I was saying, I have no real bond to UW. I think a lot of if has to do with the fact that I have been working damn near the whole time. I have had glimpses of the “real” world and it definitely comes across as more appealing than “learning”. It has a lot to do with those fat paychecks.

I know someone out there is going think I am wrong, but trust me I am not. People always say “I wish I was still in school”. That is fine, but for me my time in school was also a lot of time at spent working. My experiences are not equivalent to those of white kids whose parents handed them everything on a silver platter. I am not bitter about it either, rather, I am not a bitch about such things. I am doing pretty well compared to most mexi-fries so no complaints here. I am top tier as far as I’m concerned and that is all that matters. GGPO UW!

Brazil vs. Canada / Drinking

I was fairly excited about this game. Not really because of Brazil, but rather that it would be the designated day to get wasted with the homies. It was a blast and definitely one to remember. We met up at my place around 5:30PM. Tomas and Claire had already started drinking before they arrived at my place. Raymond, Ben, and I soon followed in the drinking madness. We all pounded shots. I lost track but it was a fair amount. We head out to catch a bus to Chinatown and I am already buzzed talking all loud like your typical minority. Luckily there was no one on the bus so I did not have to make any white people feel awkward. Immediately after arriving Ben and I buy two beers each. The game barely started and I am drunk. It was difficult paying attention to the game but still entertaining since I was drunk as fuck.

Unfortunately, the crowd was sort of lame. I thought it was going to be almost sold out. The majority of the crowed consisted of families. The section we sat in was boring because of this fact. The Mexico vs. China game had an intense atmosphere which completely dwarfed this lame ass crowd. This game needed a lot more drunk Mexicans to complete the authentic futbol atmosphere. I am going to convince my friends to go to the next Mexico game at Qwest Field. Just think about it, 56,000 Mexicans screaming their lungs out, cheering and jeering whenever possible. Crowd waves occurred at a high frequency. It was just all out craziness for the whole 90 minutes. Despite the lack of crowd enthusiasm, the game was fun.

Afterwards we met up with some more people and went to Cha Cha’s. Never been there before but it was cool. Afterwards we went to Barca. Soon after leaving that bar Tomas puked next to a garbage can. What is awesome is that both of these bars were walking distance from my place, which further emphasizes just how good of a location I live in. Good fucking day and night. I wish the best for Tomas in his future computer science endeavors.

Rant

The last section brings me to something I have been meaning to discuss. From the few times I have gone bar hopping around my area, I noticed that I do not fit in with the hipster/bitch ass crowd. Every time I go into one of these places I notice people looking at me. I walk in with my Nike shirts and Dickies shorts. They probably sense that I don’t give a fuck about fair trade coffee, polar bears dying in the arctic, or sweatshops. Perhaps I come off as a little too hardbody? I myself do not think so, but I guess since all the guys wear dingy ass clothing from Value Village and bought their jeans from the women’s department I should not be too concerned. This causes me to come across as an outsider. Not that it matters, I always stick out, even amongst my own people. I just found it interesting considering I live in an area packed with these bitch ass “latte liberals” you can only find in the Capitol hill/ Broadway area. Guess I need to keep it real as much as possible. At least there is the War Room in which the minorities reign supreme.

Iron Maiden: Somewhere Back in Time Tour 2008

One of the greatest moments of my life yet. Amazing. Phenomenal. Monumental. Legendary.

Here was their set:

Aces High
Two Minutes to Midnight
Revelations
The Trooper
Wasted Years
Number of the Beast
Can I Play with Madness
Rime of the Ancient Mariner (ALL 14 MINUTES OF IT!)
Powerslave
Heaven Can Wait
Run to the Hills
Fear of the Dark
Iron Maiden
Moonchild
The Clairvoyant
Hallowed Be Thy Name (MY FAVORITE MAIDEN SONG!)

This was the perfect concert. I do not think I will ever see a show as epic as this one ever. They covered most of their best material. Everything went off without a hitch. For a bunch of fifty year olds these guys put many of today’s bands to shame. What was even better is that I met up with Peter and his friend. Brian “The Asian Sensation” was the designated driver, as well as an avid Maiden fan. We stopped by a Taco Bell, where I chugged a beer in the bathroom. Before going into the show I drank another beer plus a can of Tilt. Perfect buzz for the show. I cannot get over just how amazing everything was. I even bought a shirt for the staggering price of $35. I did not care, this was Iron Fucking Maiden. No way in hell I was missing this show and nothing was going to ruin it for me. Hell, I even lost my glasses somewhere in the amphitheater. Not like I cared since I had just seen the greatest show of my life.

Safe to say, my last week of school has also been one of the best. Well played sir.

Senioritis: Spring Edition

So this quarter has started. All in all my professors are good and not complete dipshits so that is great news. I want to end my final quarter at UW on a good note. One of my classes is Political Economy which is interesting. We look at economic concepts in depth even though such concepts are already easily explained with fairly simple ECON 200 equations. The other is American Foreign Policy since World War II. That class further reaffirms the fact that the US is beast and the greatest country in the world despite all of its flaws. Good stuff all around. However, some introductory remarks from one of the professors bothered me a little and reminded me that sometimes professors regard themselves as being all powerful, when in fact they are not.

I am talking about professor intimidation towards their students. Oftentimes professors make some backhanded comments regarding their students with regards to the difficulty of the course. They will say something along the lines of, “The class is full right now but I expect many people to drop when they look at the syllabus”, and then proceed to chuckle in a nonchalant manner. Are you fucking kidding me? Am I really supposed to be scared of your bitch ass? First off, do these professors just assume I am paying out the ass for a class I randomly signed up for? I spend a good amount of time making up my schedule because as a lot of you know I do not dick around with my time. Cash rules everything around me (C.R.E.A.M.). Do these motherfuckers think I willingly spend over $1000 dollars for five credits without having a fucking clue of what I am getting into? Some of these professors are softer than a set of pussy lips, and yet they insist on using such petty scare tactics. It is difficult to contain all this pent up minority rage and not use my Mexican judo skills for great justice. Do not get me wrong, there are some beastly classes out there. The problem being that some of these professors need to stop set trippin’.

Thoughts on Women’s Fashion

Usually, I am not very opinionated on women’s fashion. Usually, a hot female is hot regardless of what she is wearing. Clothes do not automatically give you sexy time swag. That being said, there seems to be a trend with females and boots. Not just any boots, “women in uniform” type boots; with buckles and everything. I find this to create a warm and fuzzy feelings in my pants-instant bonerization. This in combination with those tight jeans being sold nowadays is a fucking win-win situation. How the fuck did wack ass bell bottom jeans even make that comeback a few years ago? These tight jean and boot combos really show off the goods in a much more discreet, yet sexy manner. Ladies, please keep wearing these items because it is hot. I usually check out females from the bottom up, so such a clothing combination is an automatic 2 points on my hotness scale.

Pablo Joins the Next Generation…

In other news, I bought a next-gen console. I got myself the Elite Xbox 360. I wanted to play Call of Duty 4, and Grand Theft Auto is coming out next week. It was time to take the plunge. So far so good. There is tons of content via xbox live and whatnot. Playing FPS games online can be pretty fun, and not having to spend $700 in computer upgrades to play the latest games is a plus. To hell with PC gaming, that shit went out of style in back in 1996.

My only gripe is that all these new consoles are really expensive, reaching almost absurd levels. I remember barely being able to afford an N64 back in the day for must have games but at least I got instant gratification from such purchases. Perhaps I am just getting older and no longer have that need for the latest and greatest consoles despite having the cash to burn on them. How a kid nowadays can even afford something like the PS3 or Xbox 360 is beyond me. I guess that is why the Wii is sold out everywhere.

That is all for now. Keep hitting those switches whilst slapping them bitches.

Breakz time

This was the first quarter in which I had a serious case of senioritis. I stopped keeping up with any of the readings/assignments halfway into the quarter. The only time I reviewed anything was before the midterms and finals. To my surprise, it actually worked out fine. I think I would have gotten the same grades had I actually tried. I officially completed all of my Political Science credits that I needed. I only need nine credits to graduate and be done with school for the time being. The best part is a Pablo that is making full time money is a very happy Pablo. My time is money, and fools need to recognize this. School is currently stopping me from making money. Who would have thought?

I got to hang out with “Los Gheys” too and that is always a good thing. We ate at some Korean barbecue place in Federal Way. It was all you can eat; the only bad part is that you have to cook the meat yourself. I mean damn, I am trying to grub and these cats want me to cook that shit up? I am all for authenticity and shit, but that goes out the window when I am on a mission to eat. All this aside, it was delicious. I took a massive dump the next day because of it. Good shit, literally!

Another event was me going to Burbank, California with La Familia. It was randomly amusing. I did not want to go because I knew it would cut into my work hours. Yes that sounds terrible but I enjoy watching those zeroes in my bank account grow. We went to Universal Studios. Apparently, if you buy a ticket it is good for the entire year. Thing is it is not transferable because they finger print your ass. I guess if you live down there it may be worth it. Highlights include a terrible, yet hilarious picture of me and La Familia on the Jurassic Park ride. Another was getting my parents on “The Mummy” ride which is actually a pretty beastly roller coaster that goes backwards. My parents were not too pleased, but shit was hilarious.

Anyways, while it was probably obvious to a lot people, California is officially Mexico junior. I have not been down there in a few years, but this time around the amount of Latinos was overwhelming. I can speak Spanish anywhere I please. I do not even think I could live around that many Mexicans and not be annoyed. No wonder people fucking hate my people so much down there. Regardless, I do not care. California was never US soil to begin with, so that take that white people and deal with it. Now, if only my people would go to school and play “the game” properly we would probably be voting for a Latino in the White house and not Black Obama. At least he used “Si Se Puede” translated into “Yes We Can” to get us minorities hyped. Anyways, the Latino situation down there is serious. However, those of you who do not like my people that much can rest assured that such heavily concentrated Latino populations only reside in 10 states or so. So yeah, it will be a while until we take over for sure. Such a thought is scary, and that is coming from a Mexican’s point of view. I do not see Latinos reaching the White man power status for an extremely long time. Large population numbers can only take you so far. I mean, just because I handle my business does not mean others can. This is because I am top tier, please believe.

In other news, I downloaded the entire Bone Thugs N Harmony discography. One of the best downloads ever.

Automotive Advice:

If you know your alternator is dying, CHANGE IT ASAP.

That is all for today.

I am a little late in writing about this, but who gives shit I will do it anyway. On February 20, 2008 I decided to take ride the number 49 bus home, because I did not feel like running and catching up to the 43. To my surprise, Eric also happened to be on the bus. This was exciting, I never run into any of the homies while on the bus. We chat for a bit, mostly about how fucked up he was on his birthday. No more than two stops later something happened. There was an ugly ass Native American looking guy sitting in the back, probably shit faced off that fire water. I saw him right when I got on the bus, because I always keep on eye on minorities. Nothing out of the ordinary, there are tons of these fools downtown.

Anyway, after two stops or so, this particular Native said, “oh shit” and then proceeded to waddle off the bus in a peculiar fashion. As he passed by us, I could smell that Steel Reserve he probably drank before boarding the bus. However, after he had made his way past us, I got a whiff of something quite putrid. It smelled like one of those watery, diarrhea type shits you get when you drink way too much the previous night. I hear some snickering coming from the back. Lo and behold, that dirty ass Native literally shat himself, and the watery bowl movement seeped through his pants, and on to the seat. It was hilarious, because it was maybe a one inch skid mark at the most, and the smell was exceptionally strong. So, by protocol it seemed, the bus driver called a supervisor. There I am, laughing my ass off with Eric, waiting for some unlucky bastard to clean that shit up. I could have walked home by this point, but I did not. I wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. It was exactly the type of randomness I love to experience. This is the stuff great stories are made of. This experience actually made its way on The Stranger, which I found hilarious because I actually emailed the editor of Last Days, and he responded by telling me that someone else had already wrote him about it. Awesomeness. Click here and scroll down.

This also reminds me, homeless people annoy me.  They piss me off when they smell like shit and happen to ride the same bus as I do.  For example, the other day while going to work.  Some guy smelling like BO and shit got on the bus.  This fucker knew he smelled like shit too, yet kept a pretty nonchalant demeanor the whole time while the people surrounding him made faces.  Usually I do not care but the temperature, humidity, along with the barometric pressure were in perfect conjunction with one another so that this motherfucker’s aroma was at its peak.  Even worse, that fucking disgusting scent stuck onto my clothes for the rest of the day.  Seriously, how fucking disgusting must you be to let shit get that bad.  I would have washed myself in a McDonald’s bathroom at some point before I walked around in the scent of death.  Fuck that guy.

In other news, I learned how to cook something. It is a food item that every manly man should know how to make for themselves when they don’t have a woman to do it for them. The item is none other than the almighty steak.

I actually did some research on steak, and I realized everyone and their mom has some sort of opinion on how to make it properly. There seemed to be those who have good advice, and those who are elitist pricks. Just from what I read on a few sites, there is always someone insisting you not put anything on steak, that you should only use aged meat, and USDA Prime. That is fine and dandy, but unfortunately I don’t have “Franco’s Butcher Shop” down the fucking block, and I must make due with whatever I can get my hands on. I don’t have time to waste when I am hungry. I got some good marinade recipes online; specifically McCormick’s which is delicious.

In order to cook the steak, I use the cast iron skillet with the 500 degree oven assist. I actually got this technique from the Shoryuken.com forums of all places. You stick your cast iron skillet in the oven, and then set it for 500 degrees. After it reaches that temp, set your heating element to the highest setting. Put the skillet on the burner and I just seer all the sides of the steak until you are satisfied. Then, put the skillet in the oven, and cook each side for around two minutes. I usually leave it on longer, because I like chewing meat. Not a big fan of rare. This method gives you a medium to medium-well level of doneness. Maybe I will learn to cook something else, like chicken. For the time being, I will just eat steak whenever I can get some meat.

Here is what it looks like:

In other news, Rick Ross released his album, “Trilla”. Go download it, some of those tracks you just need to bump at maximum volume. Even Mannie Fresh had to make an appearance, that right there is quality beat making.

You ain’t gotta guess, it’s me and Mannie Fresh/
You know we gettin’ money by the way a nigga dress/

Cop that shit, it is hot like fire.

This is all for now, next week is finals. I do not care about school anymore, senioritis to the max. Please believe.