The Competition

it's been well over 45 days since I last laced you guys up. I sit in the midst of squeeking Nike's. I breath the stench of sweat. I smell my soysause smelling self. I taste the tasteless chewing gum. I look at the clock and wish it wasn't there to limit my time and passion. fantasyland I sit in front of the game that ill always be with. while its been so long since I hit an open layup I sense emotional toll once I get on. I attribute. my absence from this game similar to missing high school and showing up randomly without any documentation. I hope I can keep up. I hope this goes well, I hope I dominate cuz this is my house

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locker 473

within lies the contents that will contribute to explosive growth

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Today.

la la la la

tommorow I hit school in another semester. this time it probably wont be defined by madness. I denied the option to become the Indian club president. I denied a little bro, in which I would guide to greatness. I denied an apartment with a chance to bond with another roommate who probably would be punctual off the court as well as on it. I like to numerate and monetize things in my imagination. it's business. sense

ok think like this. personification with numbers and dollar signs.

I have one more year and I'm worth much more to the marketplace. (w)right now its whatever I write on my timecard and a diluted amount of tips. do i sound like I'm complaining? he'll the fuck no. i love this job, and a year ago it seemed spot more exciting, demanding. now its a week in week out habitual motion run. not a challenge. i need a challenge cuz I've grown out of my Pope shirt work pants and I've eroded the bottom of my kicks. the time spent here. i gain almost no enlightenment. only good times chatting about women and tits.

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tommorow

our work never stops

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embassy hotel

this is an old school heater. super oldschool

Summer.

I thought i told you that we dont stop.


eh-eh.

Lets get it Fall 2010.

ill be back

san fran samplin

my home

san jose

our alcohol

on red

cleaning

reminecing on what we can't remember

My Girl. Accounting.

After my moment of truth, i hoped it would come to this. I made a promise to myself,  that i would get A's in my classes. As nature and my past correleate, i usually forget about these self fulfilling prophecies, but, maybe the short duration of 5 weeks was what kept the spirit in my head. Maybe this relationship i had erected with Intermediate Accounting is foreal. A little help from my professor through his generous curve and letting us bring one page of notes to the final has been factored in. Into this blog where i will announce that 14 hours prior to my final, I am a candidate to recieve an A in this class. I just have to work harder than my peers.

I got another Class Management 340, im not sweating it at all.
I feel the good fortune, but sometimes i feel like its just God keeping me at equilibrium.
I get reminded of this

http://qik.com/video/7204776

I really need to get back to studying. while the good luck is with me.

Cuz im going back to Vegas.

Big kids club!

welcome Rahul! Happy birthday!

big kids club

happy bday.ra.ra

Big kids club!

welcome Rahul! Happy birthday!

90 days

traffic school

I love you rock

here's my card

we usually hire out of fullerton!

I just missed happy hour

I'm leaving as soon as I see an 18 year old

thurs

Better than Good Enough

its called

tuna rice and hot Nd sour sauce. I can live off this but I should hit up albertsons

August

August was the name of a girl i once fell in love with. I obsessed over here in the 10th grade and her myspace page was like the first thing that popped up on my computer screen when i clicked internet explorer. those PC days i used to sweat i mark the calender to august 1st and it marks the one year anniversary of Tangy Tomato. Its nuts, because one year ago i couldnt wait to start working here, i was admist the disney slave trade and thought the little india village would get me out of mississippi. Fast forward and its crazy that i dreamed about having this job. Maybe it wasnt the idea of picking up plates and serving the most inconsiderate guju's this side of the hemisphere, but rather i wanted to leave disneyland and hated the disneyway. Those assholes diddnt want me with a tail and said i had to cut my hair. I then quit and grew it. Well i cut it again in the name of symbolism, i think it represents my misguided talent. In the year aniversary of my fathers shot at redemption i stand corrected about my decicsion. What i onced cherished having, i now feel like it hate. It seems like a chore. I work too hard, its good money, cant lie, but now i see whats ahead, and just as i felt in disney i feel now in TANGY. On to the next one i guess. I can already feel the leather chair, my fingers against a keyboard, a tie perhaps. My hair nicely tapered and my car which also is different from one year ago. There are certain provisions i must adhere to. i just cant have this job at the big 4. it issss an internship though. 20-25 hours a week. But none of those hours are on friday saturday or sunday night. maybe now i can rest my head before i head on out. Its something i havent felt, its not organic. If im one out of 100 people aiming for this position, i think i can safely single myself out on why i want this job. its not about the job, its about leaving my current sitution.




my current situation:

I just witnessed the wedding of the owners son (Chir@g S@@@@@). This  SOB is 25 ish and has alot of money. so he eats alot of food, and thus he is fat. He went to school, but i dont know what he studied or if he can apply it. but i do know he is married to a hot ass girl. And i also do know this. Not one person out of the 600 guests at that wedding denied this fact. The girl married him for the money. I think im going to be rich when i grow up, weather i like it or not. My fathers business is recession proofed, robbery proofed, everything proofed. He talks only about expansion and caterings now. i dont miss the old guy cuz the new guy is doing what he loves, and the sales are going up up and up. I know were going to be alright. I couldnt say that one year ago, on the debut. But i do know the debut of this in your local city will stir fast. Its up to me to NOT ride this, and take my own course. Its accounting. Its law. its something in between. I do wanna cut hair and personal train, but i need to handle business. i need to hustle. This money has to come from somewhere. Cuz if i become fat, and marry some hot bitch, and her not think about me when shes on top of me...i coudnt have it. I cant have that.