Monday, September 27, 2010

Arcades



Ever since I could remember i have always had a passion and love for arcades. Something about that atmosphere always illuminated my feelings for the bright lights and clashes and bangs you heard through out the room. I Loved how you could just walk into any arcade and find something fun or interesting to play. Keyword- ALWAYS

Thus it has been one of my many child-hood dreams to work in an arcade. Yes it is of course, not as fun as being a patron to an arcade but just being at an arcade makes me feel so.. at home? It brings me back to the days when my parents would go gambling and send my siblings and I to the arcade. Mostly in Las Vegas there was this gem called Game Works. Game Works was a masterpiece in and of itself. They're pay system was made to use cards instead of coins. You basically buy the ammount of time you're going to play. The one day when my parents bought my siblings, cousins, and I an all day pass, was one of the most gangsta ass days ever. We played every single game nearly five times. The entire arcade was a two story underground lair which boasted all the new and popular games such as DDR, Initial D, Time Crisis, House of the Dead, etc. To the rare gems such as the many japanese rhythm games, to the not so seen shooters such as ghost squad. Interestingly enough we spent nearly eight hours in that arcade playing all the amazing games. Not skilled enough to play competitively i focused more on what games were straight up fun to play. However i digress, what im really trying to say is that, I'm applying for an arcade here in San Francisco, and by GOD i'm hoping and praying that i recieve the job. Not just for the career experience or the side money i can use, but for personal experience. To cross that destination off my bucket list. And to really say when i'm older, "yeah, my first job was working at an arcade."

Something in the way.




Tiffany Yen-Shing Diep

You surprise me in how you tend to linger in my mind nearly every hour in every day. The problem with blogging about you is that, there is just so much i want to say about you, to you.. erm.. past you.. erm.. in front of you, etc.
However, i truly mean this when i say that I Love you.
When i say that, i can only feel true honesty and love.
In other words, I mean it.
Truly and Deeply mean it.
I want this to work out.
I really do.
xD

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Slowly turning into an asshole myself.

This City is wonderful, i love it so much that i just cant explain it xD

But there is one thing im personally noticing about myself other than the weight im gaining.
Im slowly turning into a total douche that has to make fun of everything around him and have fun at other peoples expense.
As i walk downtown with tiffany i constantly make jokes about other people and yes it is quite funny i usually dont do this to the extent where it's just a little too far.

I say this because today got me so heated i cant just keep that shit in my head.
I wanted to just bash the head in of two people today.

My sister and I were at the Cal vs. Davis game which was very enjoyable. Cal destroyed davis i felt bad but whatever.
So these black kids sit behind me and they're you know being black and all.
whatever anyway one of the baboons asks if i want to trade posters, my cal for his piece of shit folded fucking poster.
i was like nah man.
he goes you sure?
i go yeah. and ignore him.
near the end of the game im holding the poster
the fucking nigger yanks that shit right outta my hand and tries high tailing it out.
i get up and go what the fuck?
chase him down the steps with the most pissed look
balled my fist and was about to lay this fucker out.
he looks at me and goes OHhhh sorry i didn't know you wanted it back
and throws the poster and runs.
im like.... fucking nigger.
seriously.
come back im hella heated.
we leave the game

So we're on the bart station after the game
and this other fucking asian creeps by and says "davis is better" in the most smug way ever.
Granted i dont even go to the school but the way he just said it pissed me off.
He's literally right next to me and my sister so i go.
"Oh shit, DAVIS GO HOME.
What was the score? Oh yeah fucking 52 to 3 how sad.
GO HOME DAVIS, man what a joke."
the guy is looking at me the entire time i'm obnoxiously saying it outloud.
then i board. Doesn't say a word again.
Fuck that guy
and fuck that fucking black kid

I'll wreck your shit.


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I need an outlet.