November 23, 2004
This Genie Is Green
What color is happiness? I happen to be in the search for it. Thanksgiving weekend has me in a financial bind. This whole month has been a financial chokehold. The aggregate loss of income due to Veterans Day and Thanksgiving weekend is $210. And then next month I lose at least double that amount because of winter vacation; it is no wonder a majority of the education sector function as second-jobbers.
Sure I still have Banana on the side but I will never be satisfied with a monkey's wage. I need a degree. One of the uncles told me I should have been an appliance technician. This was after he witnessed a technician replace the compressor from a broken cooling unit at the restaurant. I need a license?
I bet technicians pull in wads of cash each week. People just fail to respect the position; think of the garbage man in NYC. You and I both know he is the best example of the expression, "One man's trash is another man's treasure." Garbage Man is some mutated bastard child of Rumpelstiltskin. Yes, even Rumpelstiltskin had sex.
I have disposable cash; the cash that gives Alan Greenspan certain satisfaction. This is what I can do to make amends for my failure to vote in the Presidential Election. I will inject into the ailing economy my hard earned dollars since after all, money speaks the loudest.
I need to be sure to not exceed a limit. I need to budget. I have just three wishes that can be granted but I can just choose one. I know, the rules are peculiar with this genie. Whistler would be a dream but not sure if enough people are interested. The other two wishes are irrelevant. Whistler or bust!
PS. Now that I think of it, if I head to Whistler then the Canucks would be the proud recipients of my money. Oh well, I hate W. Bush!
Posted by kopa at 11:45 AM
November 14, 2004
Frolic With Fire
Tomorrow commences the ninth week of a burn-out quarter. Two more weeks and the shackles come loose. At this point, vital signs are insignificant—I was dead weeks ago. Good, how better to usher in yet another year with a revival. But life after catastrophe is life with residual palsy.
This has been a burn-out quarter but much too late to even figure out how to change that light bulb upstairs. Ignorance is bliss but darkness is loneliness. So I sit here like a lame duck. I sit here like George Bush Jr. would have had John Kerry secured Ohio. Another two weeks to burn and then muster what I can and topple finals week.
And let it begin all over again next quarter, next year and rejoice that there is a next time. Let next time be a good time. This quarter feels like a multiple-stab wound to the head. School decided to wreak havoc and avenge the times I belittled it. Past success brings no comfort; it is time rethink the game.
Vital signs are insignificant—I was dead weeks ago. But even Jesus found that arrangement too monotonous and rose from his tomb. I will claim no special powers of that sort but I am empowered with human will. It is time to rethink the game; it is time I explore not what I want, but how much I want it.
Posted by kopa at 11:29 PM
November 01, 2004
Unexpected Call
I screened both of her calls. She left a voicemail on the first call but I postponed listening to it. The second call failed to leave a voicemail alert. This is so unusual of me. It was wrong and vindictive of me to leave those two calls unanswered. Let me avoid the rhetorical nonsense this time—I was mad.
SUN 2:46AM I called but the moment was stifled. She would have to call back. I collapsed to the floor next to a heater and waited. Exhaustion would soon find me but the phone never broke its silence. An hour passed before the ability to walk returned and I headed home. Intoxicated, malnourished and far too fatigued to care, I collapsed to bed without much thought.
When she called, it was too late. I screened both of her calls. She left a voicemail on the first call but I postponed listening to it. The second call failed to leave a voicemail alert. This is so unusual of me.
This cannot be what it seems to be. I think it must be the weather. I think it must be all the stress from school. Let me place blame on that which must be responsible because it cannot be me. This cannot be what it seems to be but should it be, then let it be.
Posted by kopa at 01:58 AM
October 24, 2004
KSA: Cozzy's
Although it rained kittens and puppies, I went because I needed a break from madness. Life has become a double-dosed poison of work and school. Last week I almost succumbed to the common cold but it overdosed on a combination of acetaminophen and defiance. A battle won, and a drink to celebrate.
What else can I expect now from such student organization-sponsored events. Sometimes the same faces paint a bleak picture. I see them and wonder if graduation had somehow forgotten them like it has me. Perhaps we have all been left behind.
Familiar faces left unchanged but welcome because it brings a sense of stability. The days will go, and the leaves will fall but people persist. Linus, here is your blanket.
This was a high caliber crowd. Gentlemen dressed to address the ladies dressed to later undress. Even the hip-hop heads took the X's down a notch to just XXL. The sound was of course hip-hop. I often wonder whether Korean music will ever make a presence here in Columbus. Koreans can do club anthems, but people might laugh. DJ FOB is who we need. However, DJ HATEM made his appearance.
Drinks were stolen from right under my nose. The Chinese somehow felt empowered by their CaféPress security tee shirts and decided to confiscate half-full bottles of beer and once-sipped plastic cups of Jäger Bombs. No one bothered to stop the apparent wave of communism.
I spied a couple students from my ESL class. One girl took her bun and ground it against some beef. She had a facial expression similar to the one she has during an exam; focused and determined to do a job well done. Although unsure of the prior whereabouts of her boyfriend’s hands, I shook it and told him it was a pleasure to meet him. Another student clapped his hands as he danced and reminded me of a ho-down. I threatened them with a detention. I felt like a parent but a cool parent.
I was hit with a blast from the past. Her name is Sera. We are also in the same accounting 211 section. A glitch in the Matrix!
It was fine because it was good times. Come next time it should be another good time. Time out is good and repeat it shall.
Posted by kopa at 11:44 PM