April 5,
It goes in Tangents
It really is funny how the mind works.
You know yesterday was the start of Daylight Savings Time,
and you know you’re going to lose an hour,
so you better make sure you go to bed early and get some sleep.
But it doesn’t work that way.
You know you can’t just lie down and sleep right away.
You know you’re going to do some thinking.
Also, knowing that you have to wake up early the next day
does not help one bit.
Does this happen to anyone out there too?
Where you can’t sleep just because you have to wake up early the next day?
Or you think too much?
Think of different things? All at the same time?
And none of them doesn’t have anything to do with one another.
You know what I mean”¦?
Like”¦
First you try to get comfortable, fixing your pillow, your bed, your blankets, then you think about what happened to your day today, was it a good day or a bad day, did you lock the doors up, turned all the lights out, you feel your back ache from washing the car, Man, I am getting old, especially how I get out of breath just by squatting down and trying to scrub the tires; at least I got the oil changed the other day, Tyler’s doctor drives an H2. Man, I am in the wrong profession; maybe I should go back to school and start something else; $30 Dollars for a basic Oil Change? You got to be kidding me!?, Man, my back really hurts; What was that sound?? Maybe we got ghosts here? Hey that movie Hellboy must be good huh? They are the ones who bump back in the night. Matrix Revolutions is coming out on DVD on Tuesday, I got to get that one; Crap, I need to get the second one too. I need another place to place all my DVD’s. Maybe I should get another rack; I could use the one I have now for something else, God, I can’t wait to get back to work, so I don’t have to feel bad buying stuff for me, We need to save money for the wedding too; I am so excited to finally marry Tracy; I also need to get in shape; I would look ridiculously funny in a tux if I am out of shape; Crap, I need to find some Tux rental place; I wonder why Linux chose a penguin as it’s mascot; Screw the get in shape plan; I am in shape, round is a shape; It’s hard sometimes to play guitar when your belly supports the back of your instrument; come to think of it, it’s a nice way to relax your shoulders from the guitar strap; Oh man I want to get a new guitar; I miss my Fender Strat which I left back in the Philippines; I wonder how my friends are back there; Sometimes I wonder if they miss me too; I know Darwin, my best friend does, he constantly keeps in touch; John, Anthony and Eric does too, I wonder how they are as well; man, I remember all the gimmicks we had; If I had a penny for every time we cut school and hang out; I need to start thinking about Tyler’s college education; He’s got another tooth coming out, the kid is growing like a weed; I just can’t find a comfortable position, my back is killing me; What time is it? Oh God , I need to get some sleep; If I ever catch this jerk who drives by in his Bike and revs up so loud it annoys the crap out of me; I also hope those guys with whooping sound system in their cars goes deaf or impotent for playing it that loud; I was once young but there is no need to play it that loud at 2 in the morning; also the asswipes who screech their tires at the Wal-Mart parking lot; who are they trying to impress? Do they know who shops at Wal-Mart? You always find the most annoying; weirdest; obnoxious; unbearable people at Wal-Mart; Those fire ants in our backyard just won’t die; Where are they hiding their queen?; I need to get some stronger fire ant killing stuff; maybe I’ll go to Wal-Mart tomorrow. I’ll try to get some printer ink as well; Maybe they sell guitar strings there; Of course they do, They’re Wal-Mart; I love that store; I wonder how much is a single bed; If our mother’s come here for the wedding, where are they gonna sleep?; We only have one bed; I Need to go to sleep! Why can’t I sleep?; Why can’t I play guitar like Sambora?; Maybe if I turn to my side it would ease the pressure off my back; Maybe I should start drinking so I could go to sleep faster; I am afraid I might get used to it and have a drinking problem; Maybe I’ll go to rehab or die from overdose like those famous musicians; Presley, Aykroyd, or Cobain; Man, if I was married to Courtney Love I would kill myself too; Oh man, I got so much stuff to do tomorrow; Maybe if I fix this pillow right, I might fall aslee…. ZZzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzz”¦”¦
Is it just me or am I just Nucking Futs?
Sars me up!
Today’s forecast,
WINTER STORM!
Well..
at least we had a nice week of summer.
And today’s rant would be
Stereotypes.
You know Tracy works in the US,
and drives an hour and 15 everyday to get there.
Well, since it is snowing like the bombs in Baghdad,
I drove her to work, because that’s just how I am.
Since she gave birth to my son,
It would make me feel better knowing that she made it there safely.
Anyways,
So obviously, she gets to cross the US-Canada border twice everyday.
And what is it with border crossing that makes me so nervous?
I have no drugs, no ammunition or firearms.
I have no plans to cause trouble,
but it really does make me nervous.
Like dry mouth nervous, which makes my speech slurred,
and which makes them doubt me when they ask me questions.
Like:
When they ask me what my citizenship was,
I would say,
“Canadian.”
All good, right?
Then they ask me, What’s my purpose,
then I’d be like,
“Oh just to drive to the hospital where my lovely nurse here works.”
All fine, right?
Then they’d be like,
“Do you have anything to declare?”
(-note to self, “You suck” is not the proper answer.)
Then they’d be like,
“Where were you born?”
Then I say, “Philippines”.
“Philippines huh?
Would you please pull over to the side there sir and meet us inside.”
What the Faaaaa????
What did I do?
They asked Tracy what her citizenship was and she would say American,
End of Story.
But me, noooooo…
They had to check my status,
criminal records,
how long have I been here,
Age,
Who cuts my hair,
Shirt and shoe size,
Number of teeth,
Number of MP3’s downloaded,
Porn sites surfed,
TV program favorites,
Boxers or briefs.
What is up with that??
Okay, okay,
I don’t blame them for double checking because their country is at war,
like it was my fault.
Well, I usually go by the border quite easily and painlessly,
but today, I had to go inside for more questioning.
Tracy was irritated, but not me.
I am used to this.
Coming from a third world country has it’s little inconveniences.
You know what else,
If ever we were greeted by a young person,
about our age, at the border,
everything is cool.
I think they understand diversity better.
But today it was an old man who, from the start, looked at me funny,
while asking me questions.
Okay maybe it was my slurred speech, but that’s not the point.
He’s pretty old,
I mean, like,
– I was at the Korean and Vietnam war kinda old.
So maybe he was like,
“Asian huh?
I don’t trust these people to sit the right way on a toilet seat.”
Plus, Tracy and I are a couple, which probably drove him nuts.
We should have brought Tyler.
That would have brought out the best in him.
So he told me to park by the side and meet them inside.
Tsk tsk tsk, poor old man.
Must have been abducted and abused by an Asian army guy.
Okay okay,
kidding aside.
It’s quite sad isn’t it?
How everything in this world revolve around on how you look?
Now I see what Michael Jackson was thinking.
-UPDATE-
I just talked to my Mother on the phone, and told her this story,
She said,
Maybe because they think you’re an Asian with the SARS virus.
Phew. Now that totally puts a different perspective don’t it?
They are not being prejudiced.
They are just being careful.
So now the moral of the story would be,
If you see an Asian person.
They have SARS.