What are you waiting for?

Take a bite of my heart tonight.

Animals

Weekend's off.

I need to start making the most out of my weekends. I must make it a habit for me to plan something new every week.

List to do for the month of July:

• San Diego Zoo
• Huntington Beach
• Thrice at Fox Theatre
  
• Michelle's and Glenn's Birthday
• A photoshoot with a pretty girl.
  
• Rockclimbing!
  
• Las Vegas with who?
  
• Cooking lessons.
• Oh, and I'm going clubbing. haha.
• Finally eat at Boiling Crab
  

And believe me, I'll guarantee that I will do at least 70% out of that list. I just need to find people to do those things with :/

My loves.

Maybe it's just me being immature, but this job is kicking my ass. I'd always thought I was somewhat capable of handling stressful and strenuous environments and tasks, but I'm completely drained out. The guy that I essentially replaced called it quits within 2 weeks of employment; I can see why now.

Besides the weekends, I only have a solid 4 hours of free time per day to myself. In those 4 hours, I am already worn out. Too tired to do anything. too tired to enjoy anything. No recording, no late night excursions, no photoshoots, no familiar faces, no love. I miss you coming over at random hours late at night, I think I just miss you in general.

And Glenn, I'm not talking about you, so don't post any of your lame jokes :D

SCREW THIS JOB. and SCREW YOU JASON FOR BRINGING ME IN!

I don't belong here.

First impressions and introductions were made yesterday. The training began and my workspace was assigned. It was a mess in there, with papers everywhere and the computer desktop was flooded with icons. Half of the people seemed to be quite unhappy to meet me, while the other half looked like living zombies. My expected workload is strenuous, not because of the amount, but by the pressure. There are multiple new softwares that I need to grow comfortable with and I am given a week's time to learn it all.

After two full days, I was already sick of it. Sick of the programs, the paperwork, the driving, and the people. No one talks. You'd only hear vocals when drivers come in or when phone calls are made. I was already given some attitude by my boss, and he rejected my request for time-off for my pre-planned events. Welcome to the real fucking world David.

On the bright-side, I have my own office and a shared secretary, haha.

Sincerely,
David Wong
Receiving and Scheduling Supervisor
Coast Bridge Logistics

I kept my word.

I promised myself with a body art right after I graduate, and here it is. My very first ink was branded on my back yesterday. Pain was tolerable, time seemed endless, and the result became a part of my body. Happy Father's Day to everyone.

Movin' on up.

Work was different today. It went by much faster, a little too fast. Every hour was a goodbye to someone. Every hour was a recollection of a good memory that had happened in that store. It was nonetheless bittersweet, and I will forever miss these people. This post will be a way for me to remember.


Josh, D.J., Jeff, Dustin, Travis

Josh: The pretty boy, the one with the witty remarks. One of the few people who actually reads this blog, haha. He was hired around the same time I was. A very reliable and kind person.

D.J: The fitness specialist, the giant, and the one who always flakes on everything. The biggest person in our store, but one of the softest hearts around. However, don't ever expect him to attend your events, haha.

Jeff: If you are a girl, he will most likely flirt with you. He is the one who was responsible in recruiting me to Chick's Sporting Goods. He was a long time friend of mine since high school, and he was great manager until Dick's thought otherwise. A very popular kid, but nonetheless very well respected.

Dustin: Our bike technician, and without a doubt the wild card of our team. He will surely bring energy and life to whatever we are doing. Very funny, but also very irresponsible, haha. He isn't very reliable, but he will know how to have a good time.

Travis: Probably the most racist employee we have. From my first day of work to the last, he never fails to come up with new stereotypical remark to say about my eyes, name, family, and culture. lol. However, he seemed the most emotional to see me leave. :(


Heather and Mike

Heather: The sweetheart, and my dance partner at the clubs, haha. She's been here the longest (6 years!). She's very innocent and she speaks her mind. Heather is one the few girls I remember distinctively on my first few days of work (3 years ago).

Mike: The gym rat, and he has the muscles to show it. I have gotten pretty close with this guy over the years. He witnessed me fracturing my tailbone and killing a squirrel from golf. A south park fan, he's fucking cool.


Jacklyn and Marisa

Jacklyn: The pretty, but yet very nonchalant girl. I always get nervous before talking to her, it's a oddity that I still can't explain.

Marisa: My companion and sidekick. She and I will always find things to rant about. We would always have the same shifts, resulting with the same lunch breaks. She was very down to earth.



Mark: The PGA Pro, my supervisor, and my mentor. I grew more knowledgeable in golf all thanks to him. He taught me not only golf lessons, but life lessons. He was very happy to see me move on to do greater things.

There were many friends that I didn't get to see today, so no pictures were available for them.

Erin: The lovable and cheerful one. It seems as though she gets so much bullshit tossed at her, but she manages to always pull through. She was always down for sushi and she has a very similar taste in music as I do. Yea, she's pretty cool.

Erick: The young one, the innocent and goal-oriented kid. I hung out with him outside of work the most due to the fact that we went to the same college. He is very motivated and he will get things done. My partner in crime, and also a huge South Park fan.

Taylor: The one-time lovely model for my photoshoot. She stays true to her beliefs. Very open minded and is very good with making you feel better about yourself. However, her innocence may make her vulnerable to certain realities, and so I wish her the best. She still thinks I named my nephew after her, haha.

Melissa: This girl, I once knocked her out with a baseball on Thanksgiving morning. I would take her home when we would have closing shifts together. It's always a good day at work when we share the same shifts. I'll miss her.

So with that done, my reign of sporting goods stores has come to an end. My role as a golf apprentice is finished. Despite how much I hated it, this place has supported me through school and I would have never met such a colorful bunch of people. On to my new job now, in two days.

Hi, I'm the stripper.

I attended my second bridal shower this year, haha. Keep it up and I'll end up being a bridesmaid one day. Anyways, I was the responsible photographer at the event. This shower belongs to Courtney's sister, Amanda. I nearly missed the appointment, due to the level of intoxication I was under the night prior. Everything turned out well and the bridal shower was a success. Good job to Courtney and congratulations to Amanda!

For the record.

I was drunk when I wrote my last post.

Pictures were taken by Brian and Amy.

My mom was proud.

What an eventful Saturday. I started off with me unable to sleep, which resulted with me heading over to Brian's house at 2 in the morning. I eventually slept at 4 and I was obligated to wake up at 7. I arrived to Cal Poly at 8 and the preparations for the ceremony began. I sat next to the the two closest friends I made in my years of Cal Poly as we waited for our names to be called. A selected few of my family and friends were there, creating a warm welcoming as I walked towards them. I was a good feeling.

Soon after, my family departed and I went out to lunch with my friends. Brian, Amy, Andrew, Glenn and I went to Chili's (the place where I first met Glenn and Andrew). It was a good meal, and I was growing tired. After dropping off Andrew to his car, we all parted ways. I went straight home to take a nap, it was already 3. However, the nap was interrupted an hour and a half later by my mom. It was already time for dinner with my mother and brothers. With a full stomach, we went to Dave and Busters. I ordered a salad, and I couldn't even finish it. After an hour of gaming after our dinner, it was time to leave.

With traffic on the way home, I was late to my own celebration. Michelle, Grace, and Audrey were already waiting at Banana Bay, and it took me an hour later to arrive with Brian and Amy. I pregamed in Brian's car on the way to the location with Grey Goose and Sprite. And finished it off with two Jager Bombs when I arrived. I was buzzin pretty hard. After an hour or so, we took off to Karaoke. It was all fun and festive when I lost control of myself. It happens.

We all departed ways afterward and Brian took me home. Before leaving my house, Brian, Amy, and I were loitering on my driveway. We smoked the cigars that Brian had bought for me. It was a good ending to an eventful and emotional day.

I guess things will be different from now on, who knows.

It happens.

I'll be graduating tomorrow.
I'll be quitting my job this week.
I'll be getting my tattoo next week.
I'll be starting my new job in two weeks.

I remember everything.

It is coming to an end. My years of education has reached its final moments. No matter how much I have cursed at Cal Poly and the overall experience it has given me, it is now a permanent stepping stone memory of my life. My friends have been very supportive of me, a majority of them have voluntarily cleared their schedules to attend this event, and I am indeed grateful for that.

I am pretty glad that I have chosen to walk this ceremony, because it would be a nice fitting for him to see what I have done. My father was never really proud in the things I have accomplished, or the lack there of. I remember when I cried in front of my friend Elias, exclaiming that my father will never get to see me graduating college. I will most likely shed the same tears again this Saturday, so please don't judge.

This will be my gift for you, I guess. Be proud of me.

I remember everything.

Junebug

This song is so beautiful. I can't stop myself from singing this song. Have a listen with me, it's playing right now.

Junebug, I remember everything.
The blue carpeted floors, the tall wooden doors, I held you in my arms.
Junebug, I'd burndown a picture of a house,
say it was ours, when we didn't need it anymore.
And that was when I loved you best.
We were kids then. We shouldn't think about the rest.

You'd put the moon in a basket on your bike front by the coast.
The way your face lit up in pale grief you were a ghost.
You liked to play with darkness, all the universe could give.
I was the home you once tried to escape, the dark in which you lived.
And soon they'd find you laying there on several different homes.
They'd find you laying on their porches, did you need to use the phone?
And lure you into their rooms, that was the last I heard of June.
That was love I could not allow.
You were beautiful then, you're just a coke jaw now.

I remember everything. That was love I could not keep.
You were beautiful then. I'm still in too deep.

Weddings, Birthdays, and Graduations.

Seems like that time of year again when all these different types of celebrations are conglomerating. Bridal showers and receptions are becoming a rather common theme this year, as well as graduations. It's crazy to know that Waldo, Courtney, Marty, Sherman, and myself will be all college graduates in two weeks. I still remember all of us playing Mario Kart and Catchphrase back in Court's old house. Now we are all desperately searching for careers or higher education just to give ourselves that sense of self-satisfaction. Things are moving on way to fast right now.