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"People are always exceedingly grateful for help at first but after some point in time..." -- Erskine Bowles (former Clinton aide)

I wonder if that's what's going on with President G.W.Bush's popularity. At first people were overly excited to have him as the president.... and now people can't seem to wait to get rid of him and elect a new one whom, they will probably get tired of as well after a few years and many unpopular political decisions.
Get Over It, People!
You picked him. LIve with it! Quit complaining!

And what the hell is the deal with Healthcare anyway. Why the hell is healthcare cost so high?
Probably because somebody has to pay for those ridiculous salary to the doctors and damn drug company CEO's.

"The most powerful person in the world" -- the President of U.S.A makes about $250,000 / year. Of course that's just presidential salary only.
Still...
Yahoo!'s CEO made $400M last year. Now what the heck does he do?
Does he decide whether we're gonna bomb the crap out of a nation in the name of anti-terrorism campaign?
Does he make decisions to whether give in to terrorist demands and be a pussy in order to save one life?

School teachers get paid ridiculously low amount of money for "raising the leaders of tomorrow".
And Kobe makes millions of dollars every year, running up and down the court few times, and throwing an orange ball through a metal ring.

Unfortunately I didn't get to listen to the State of the Union Address tonight.
I would have liked to have listened to it. But of course the fun part is tomorrow -- listening to all the damn "free speach" exercising idiots putting in their "two cents" and complaining about another issue that doesn't agree with ideas their feeble minds can comprehend.

you DO make money. ...enough to live

Since when did we start believing that the money we make isn't enough for us to live. Especially when you spend all the money on your selfish self.

But then perhaps we feel that way BECAUSE we spend all the money on our selfish selves.

I believe in living for the good of mankind. Apparently some people don't.

I need a test to find out who I am???

Took a friend's advice and tried one of those free "career test" things online. Actually a few of them.

Here's a simple version.

Career Inventory Test Results Extroversion |||||||||||||||||| 53% Emotional Stability |||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 90% Orderliness |||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 83% Altruism |||||||||||||||||||||||||||| 86% Inquisitiveness ||||||||||||||| 50% You are a Guide, possible professions include - career counselor, psychologist, educational consultant, special education teacher, librarian, artist, playwright, novelist/poet, editor/art director, information-graphics, designer, HRM manager, merchandise planner, environmental lawyer, marketer, job analyst, mental health counselor, dietitian/nutritionist, research, educational consultant, architects, interpreter/translator.

Take Free Career Test
personality tests by similarminds.com

Bwahahhaah!

My CD player's been acting up for quiet some time.
It would've been perfectly ok hadn't it for the face-unit taking a dunk in a cup of orange juice / vodka; and of course that would have never happened had it not been abused by those F*&%ers tyring to steal my stereo!

But now very unfortunately, and quiet sadly, I must let it Rest In Peace...

My CD player had gained its own personality lately, and been changing the volume on its own. So while I'm driving - all of a sudden - the stereo would blast in full volume! And it wouldn't react to my feable attempt to lower the volume and save my sanity (not to mention my eardrums), so I would end up just turning it off... until I couldn't stand the silence anymore and try to play it again - in normal volume.
Tonight I drove home in silence.

Then it dawned on me just a few minutes ago!
I'll replace my CD player with my old TAPE player that's been sitting in the garage ever since I replaced it with the CD player 8 years ago!
Of course I would only use this unit until my friend delivers his CD player that's been sitting in his broken down '89 CRX for the past month.

BRILLIANT!











Check out that gash! It must be a tape player.

Damon Runyon stated, "In all the history of the boxing game you find no human interest story to compare with the life narrative of James J. Braddock..."

"...and everyday... they feel like they're failing us. Really it's just the world that's failed, you know." -- Cinderella Man --

How truly they've captured the heart of a man.

Reincarnated

Yes!
The mirror is here! And I can see again!

I installed the mirror soon as I picked it up from the UPS Store where I keep my secret mailbox. Shhhhhhhhhhhhh......

The actions on the mirror isn't nearly as fluent as the original.
But I guess I can't complain for $33.00 compared to $120 that would've cost me had I gotten it from Toyota.

^_^

I wanna run again

I was jogging the other day.
Well, it was more like moving my arms and legs really fast on the treadmill, trying not to fall off and be embarrassed like those people you see on America's Funniest Homevideo.

Anyway, I finished my run. Whole three (3) miles. I had said - before starting my workout - that I'd run three miles today no matter what. And I did.
Somewhere in the middle of my run, I started thinking about the 5K that I had run few years back. I finished the 5K, which comes out to 3.1 miles, in just under 25 minutes. But today (the other day, rather) I managed to run 3 miles on a treadmill in just under 28 minutes!
I have a whole three minutes to shave off in order to get the time I used to get!

Then I started thinking about how we don't push ourselves nearly hard enough. We run the race, but never give everything that we've got because we wanna reserve some energy just in case. Just in case the race turnes out to be harder than we had initially thought. Just in case I get tired along the way. Or just simply because we don't feel like sweating as much or just don't want to feel that pain sometimes we get from pushing ourselves. You know, that pain you get on your sides when you run too fast for too long? Yeah, like that.

But when we finishe the race, no matter how hard or fast you had run that race, we always think -- I could've done better. Or I could have run little bit faster or just a little bit harder. Because when the race is all done and you're standing around drinking your Gatorade, you don't feel that pain on your side anymore. You don't worry about collapsing down to your knees. You don't worry about having to reserve that energy for just in case.

Then I thought, what if I live my life like that? What if in the end, I say, I could have done more?
Woooooooooooo....

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So.....
I have absolutely nothing to write.
I had a bunch of things to write throughout the course of past several days...but now I sit here in front of my gigantic 19" CRT monitor that takes up the entire width of my desk, I can't...or rather, don't really feel like writing much.

So.
I'll do what every good ol' American would do.
Include visually stimulating objects instead of intellectually challenging words.
...not that my writings are intellectually challenging, anyway.


Good German Engineering

Personally, I think it's a suicide machine

Looks like one of those Star Wars arcade game!

I want those chairs for the office

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK !!!

these pictures were taken the night after I watched my mirror fly off the side of my car as I backed my car out of the garage ths morning.

it's a tragedy.

Da Vinci Code

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai !
They're finally releasing the book in paperback cover!

Apparently the book was such a big hit, that "they" didn't see the need to release paperbook versions of the book.
That's funny. I bought my paperback Da Vinci Code at France almost two (2) years ago. Of course that's exactly the reason why I bought it. It was small, portable, light, and wasn't available in the good ol' States.

So how come France had the paperback version and we didn't?
Do you think it has anything to do with how we Americans are? Always wanting bigger, badder, and bulkier?

Here's the latest trailer for Da Vinci Code the movie

Alone

"I think being in love is an opposite of loneliness, but not the opposite. There are other things I now crave when I am lonely, like community, like friends, like family."
- "Blue Like Jazz" -

My Inner European

So I found this one blog. Haven't read any of her entries. But based on her profile, SHE ROCKS!

Anyway, it led me to this other site. Some of the answers to the multiple questions couldn't be justified to reflect exactly what I want in life... but I tried my closest for the lifestage in my current situation.

And my inner European is...

Your Inner European is Swedish!

Relaxed and peaceful. You like to kick back and enjoy life.

Who's Your Inner European?

Wow... it's to true...

Gawd! I can't get this girl's scent off me!

Partying with the Armos

I cannot get this girl's scent off of me! ...and she smells so damn good...

I spent the passing of 2005 with a house full of Armos (slang term for Armenians). Oh yeah... it was a little awkward at first. Not because I was pretty much the only non-Armo there, but because I didn't know anyone except a few I can count with one hand. And of course I think the entire head count was close to 30, if not more. Nonetheless, it was a good way to end the 2005 and welcome the new year. Hopefully this year will bring prosperity to all of us.

The party was great! Those Armos are a fun bunch of people! Or maybe that's because they were a drunk bunch of people. I think the latter part played a little bit into the friendliness, but mainly I think they are a bunch of friendly people who knows how to party. Oh yeah.

It was good times. A few coworkers, their wives and girlfeiends, and a bunch of new friends.
Some cool guys. And especially some HOT girls. These Armenian girls are HOT! And I mean H.O.T. HOT!
Some of these girls showed up wearing those tiny school-girl skirts and F*%&-me boots; and some with knee-high socks instead of boots. Grrrr!

So I met a few peeps.
I don't remember many of their names. So many people... and being intoxicated doesn't help with your memory all that much either. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

But some that I do remember...
I met this girl. Let's call her "M". Really cute girl. Very cute.
And after talking with her awhile, I found out she's going to school and hopes to be an optometry surgeon. WOW! That's some hardcore stuff!
I also found out she just turned 18.

Another girl. Let's call her "T".
At first I thought she looked slutty. Ohhhhhhhhh yeah.
Turned out to be a really cool chick. Very fun. And of course a little spunky! I like that in a girl. Makes it more fun to hang with.

On my drive home at 6:00am, I realized that "T" has a lot of Corrie-qualities. If she were white, she'd be an exact copy of Corrie!
And of course it makes it more so by the fact that they wear the same perfume.
Mmmm... Gucci Rush. I love it.
I can still smell it! Damn.

So a little drama that broke up the party.
Apparently some dude and his friends were being a bunch of punks. And to the Host's cousin's girlfriend. That shit broke out of nowhere! Or maybe I was just oblivious until I stepped outside and saw a dude and a girl about to brawl.
I made sure to get myself between the girl and the dude. I mean, he had no business being that worked up by a little chick. And a cute one at that. Drama, drama, drama.
Damn girls and a bunch of hot-head dudes and alcohol. That's just F'd up.

I made sure to be in the middle of all of it, because if anything went down, I wanted to make sure that no one got seriously hurt. Especially the girls. I mean there were a lot of girls at the party, and I didn't want any of that.
At the same time I was hoping nothing will break out that I would end up reporting to Alon.
Because that would mean that S*#& broke out badly, and there would've been some blood-shed. For sure.

I don't want to be alone anymore.