khatam

So work again blew. The guy I shadowed for 3 days--reluctantly, I might add--was a major prick the entire time. It's amazing what authority powers he thinks he has when he's got some experience, yet he has none (authority that is). The fucker takes an unwarranted break everytime for 2 hours and if I even take a 10 minute break and he's back from his, he comes and gives me shit. The next time he says a fucking word to me, I am going to waste his ass--Chuck Norris style.

There's this rather attractive flip cleaning lady in her mid-thirties that works there. If I tried I could easily bag her one--but she's too sweet for that.

Why did the industrious Prostitute get a vagina surgically implanted on her hip?
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So that she could make money on the side! Bada bing, bada boom!

I hope you all get rabies.

Fuck, working in a hotel blows. Especially for graveyard shifts. There's like absolutely no one there except other hotel personnel, so I can't shirk any work, and I actually have to do all my rounds fully. Everything is computerized so they will always know where I've been doing my rounds. Fucking pricks. There was this one white chick with the cooking staff; I wanted to bone her so hard. At one point I was compelled to go over to her, throw her onto a large pile of onion sacks, and fuck her brains out. The guy training me is an absolute tool. Sure he's knowledgable about the area, but he's also oh so fucking pedantic. Fucking sticklers, I hate them all.

I am exhausted.

Watched Snakes on the Plane yesterday, and while it was remarkably gruesome and crude for a comedy, I laughed my ass off. I never thought watching cock and tits being bitten off by milk snakes would induce humour, but there's a first time for everything. The movie was worthy of clever stupidity, so I give it my own seal of approval. 3/4 stars.

Metrotown had a distinct lack of hot chicks yesterday. I don't know what it was, but I didn't like it. Who the hell allowed families to hang out with their children instead. I felt gypped, damnit.

current mood: horny.

So I went bowling today and had one awesome round. I sucked ass in the first round with a score of only 88, but in my second round, I made a daunting 196. I was just trying to break 150 because I started off a bit poorly, but I managed to get 6 strikes and a spare in my last 4 frames (3 being in the 10th frame) so that was pretty fuckin' sweet.

Now I knew that something had to go wrong to ruin my day and it was just waiting to happen. The bowling alley has this machine that conveniently looks like a replica of any change machine that you'll see anywhere else. The only thing is, to the left of it (about 2 feet away) there's this lottery machine. Now, I know this is a ploy by management for two reasons:

1. The writing that displayed "this machine does not give change" is written in fine print and,

2. right on the lottery machine, it says, "management is not responsible for any money lost".

How convenient of them to screw innocent people over who are careless (stupid?) enough to not read all of that and lose money, essentially, to the bloody machine.

Well, I put in 10 bucks and suffice it to say, it didn't give my money back. I was pissed. And it's not about just losing 10 bucks; it's the basic principle of being swindled by management, combined with my own carelessness.

So I was mad and wanted to just bolt out of there, but I decide to punch in every random $1.00 lottery ticket that was there, and some $.50 ones as well. Eventually I had like 12-14 tickets or so. The problem was that all these tickets were like those fucking safeway ones that you get after you buy some groceries. So fucking cheap they are.

So yeah...we go through a bunch of them and as expected, they were all shit. Then a friend of mine picked one up and said these distinct words, " I have a feeling about this one".

Now the odds go like this:

1/4 chance to win a dollar
1/10 chance to win 2 dollars
1/20 chance to win 5 dollars
1/50 chance to win 10 dollars
1/100 chance to win 20 dollars
1/250 chance to win 50 dollars

Well all hope was pretty much lost and I was just opening up the remainders, when my friend points out that I won something. At first I looked at it and thought they were just lemons which is good for 1 dollar. But after closer inspection, I realized that they weren't lemons, but instead gold bars. Which, I hadn't mentioned for suspense purposes, means...

50 FUCKING BUCKS!!!

Now bear in mind, it has practically nothing to do with getting 50 bucks. But considering that I was foolish enough not to read the fucking machine and lose 10 bucks in the worst possible fucking way, where not only do I lose 10 bucks, I also lose my shame and dignity, and not only to win, but to win the most fucking amount possible from those shitty fucking tickets was just fucking amazing.

So there you have it: a score of 196 and 50 fucking bucks (technically 40 because I had lost 10 already) so yeah....WOOOOOO! Fuck you all!!!

beer tastes so much better when poured into a pint-sized mug.

I've almost got all my security items out of the way and will be informed of an interview where I get to wear a complete 3 piece suit provided by the hotel at my work place. That is assuming that I get the job, which I will. Apparently, I got the job interview because of my stunning good looks--no joke.

Yesterday some guys got kicked out of the pool hall for smoking up. Serves them right for not sharing--pricks.

sometimes conversations just die, even though you might have a lot to say.

This test is pretty cool, I must say; the results are quite accurate.

The ultimate personality test

was tough as fuck, but I managed to finally find what I was looking for:

An interview of the real Sacha Baron Cohen on the David Letterman show. For all of those that aren't familiar with his actual stuff, he is none other than Ali G, Borat and the gay guy, Bruno.

Sacha Baron Cohen

Alright, this is definitely one movie that I will watch when it comes out--no question.

Borat

I went to see the fireworks on Saturday after I watched my cricket team dismantle the opposition. T'was fun. It wasn't in the best of schemes to head to the fireworks last minute and I highly doubt I'll go again next year unless it's planned well and on time.

Some of us got seperated at the fireworks but I, and 3 other brown guys were still together in the crowded junction. At the fireworks some honky with spiked hair and an eyebrow piercing exclaimed, "you brown pieces of shit only come here because it's free". It took a while to sink in because I wasn't sure if I had heard it correctly. Then Himesh also looked at me and it became very evident what he had just said. So, I being the hot-headed one of the crew, went looking for that fuck afterwards but he had gone into some dark alley so I abstained. All of us were pretty pissed, however.

I thought about checking out the parade during my lunch break yesterday but I didn't want to walk a mile to english bay to see it. Then again, there were plenty of fifi-men holding hands all around. You can totally tell which ones wear the pants in the relationship.

Now I am not sure if this setup is real, or simply fake. However, if it's real, this kid is one hell of an actor.


a slight hostility?

I, personally, believe that it's real. The way he acts when he's mental reminds me of my brother at times, which is usually the case.

checking up some physiotherapy colleges that I can attend to in India. I figure I'll do a couple years of study there and then do an equivalence exam over here. Still have another year or so before graduation so we'll see what happens.

I think that's pretty much it. Today we finished our project--somewhat. There still is some stuff to be done, but nothing research-related. Just some referencing and such, which will be taken care of by the rest of the group members. Now time to slee....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

I love actually going to my class in the mornings for my security course--it's awesome. The majority of the time, we're just having personal discussions about what we think about how the world sucks. We had an hour-long discussion about Rape today, in which our instructor (female) showed some genuine bitterness towards "man" in general. Then one guy got annoyed and retorted with, "perhaps you should just teach the course and find some other outlet for your predisposed bitterness towards man and take it out on your partner instead of this class". She actually took it with a grain of salt, though he was far off the mark. Then some other guy blamed Eve for the mistakes of man kind, to which she retorted with, "why blame Eve, why not Lillith; she was far worse, but it depends on what you believe in". It's funny, because I had only found out about Lillith the night before and wanted to bring it up in discussion. Man that class rules.