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chris lin posted in Personal on March 31st, 2004

So, today is payday. Yeah!!! Everyone gets paid, gets drunk and gets robbed right after. But anyways, my mom had a payday also. Too bad it's her last one. The boss decided to let her go, which I don't care because my mom isn't exactly the best employee there. I mean, she's the best person ever and hard working, but her english SUCKS. I stress suck because it is horrible. But that's not why I am complaining. It's the bitch ass of a co-worker that has to talk shit about my mom just to ensure that she keeps her job at that company. What the FUCK is with the fagotry. My mom has never done shit except treat people nicely, including the bitch, and this is how her gratitude is returned. Well, fuck YOU, I hope karma comes as a packaged black man with AIDS and rapes you in front of your family.

Not only that, but when she told me that, I remembered an incident earlier this year where my own goddamn uncle, the same one that my mom hooked him up at that place, backstabbed her. To let you know, my mom's boss is one of our good friends and she gave my mom a job when my mom needed one. We took care of their baby from like when she was born to sevenish so we practically were the baby's family. Baby gets left her in morning, picked up at night. Yada yada, good friends and all. Now since they were good friends and my uncle was out of a job, my mom asked her boss if she could help out and get him a job. Course, being the good friends they are, she does. So my uncle has a job cause of my mom. Earlier this year (i think, maybe it was late last year), the company isn't doing that great. Then again with this economy, many small businesses aren't, so typically the boss goes around asking everyone what they think of such and such. When the boss asked my uncle, he fucking had the goddamn balls to call out my mom first. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL. If it weren't for my other aunt to balance out this outrageous fagotry, I would go on a killing spree. What kind family fucking backstabs their own. I mean, my mom isn't all that qualified but she has a good heart and he could've easily said someone else OR just said he didn't know. But just for the sake of keeping his goddamn job, he has to point out my mom. Karma is going to come packaged as an affair with a she-male for my uncle. How do I/my mom know about this? Since my mom is good friends with boss, boss tells mom, so my mom knows about what my uncle said but he doesn't know that she knows. I keep on asking why she is taking this but…I don't know, it's how my mom is. It's good that she doesn't believe in revenge but I told her it's business and you need to kick some ass to get where you want to be. SIGH, whatever, fuck you uncle and co-worker. The thing is I know both of them since I use to work there and they seemed nice…well, I knew my uncle all the time but the co-worker seemed nice. Guess it was all a facade.

And what's up with recruiters these days? They think it's cool to call my every goddamn semester trying to convince me to go to army. I said no once, shall I say it again? Jesus, I am not going to change my mind because you can pay for my
education. I know what you offer, BUT I DON'T CARE. You figured, they have all my information, taken from the government SECRAT DATABASE, yet they give a rats ass about writing down how many times I replied no. And of course, since I'm a pussy, I had to listen to his persuasive recruiting skills for 20 minutes til in the end when he says let's schedule an appointment to meet and I'm like "how about not." Then he asks why I sound sad. I reply with "cause you guys call me every semester and it's the same damn answer, no. And i needed to go somewhere but now I am going to be late." Apologies here and there and he hangs up. Time to get ready for next semester.

I'll blog later about my trip up northern cali, it was quite the unique experience, plus I stole Elise for a bit and took pics of her. Oh, since I am annoyed/angry, this is a no jokes comments. One fucking lame ass joke and I will ban your account (if you have one) or you IP from this entire network. I AM NOT KIDDING, test me.

What the?0
chris lin posted in Personal on March 14th, 2004

So just then, some weird chick called me. First thing in my mind is, who in the fucking hell calls me this late. I'm not a party animal so this is considered late to be calling. When I picked up the phone, lo and behold, PRANK CALLERS. The epitomy of faggotry. Instead of the typical "hanging up," this one decided to talk! How fun. So, since I didn't give a crap who it was, I decided to play also. I knew it was someone I knew or someone I knew telling a girlfriend to call me since they knew too much about me. She did the typical, I got your number from my work and mentioned my workplace. Then she made her mistake. She told me I was hot. And she kept on telling me that. I was thinking "what the hell, this is equivilent to saying blondes are smart." Then I asked what's her name. Her response? Anabeth. "What the hell kind of retarded name is that," I responded like one millisecond after. Typically, this is where people get offended, but noooooo, not her. She asked if I was calling her mom stupid, because that's who named her. And guess what? She's named Beth. THE MYSTERIOUS DEEPENS. After that, I got bored because I had other things to do so I told 'Anabeth' that I gotta go. She tells me that I don't have her number then proceeds to give me this number which I didn't bother to write down. THEN she proceeded to tell me where she lived, behind the Carl's Jr from where I worked previously. Oh great, some how she managed to get a cellphone/phone yet she can't get a place to live. Fucking brilliant. If you want to prank call me, please have a detailed plan because I start asking some inane questions in which just to piss you off. If it takes you a few seconds to respond to 'what kind of name is that' without cursing at me, then something is wrong. Oh of course, if it was real and someone did think I was hot, I just fucked every chance. LMAO.

So there, the highlight of my day. Our family needs fucking caller ID.

Anyways, ever since I quit work, I have been bored as hell so I decided to blog. I mean, there has to be something interesting in my life to blog about right? On Monday, we found out our math teacher, who I really liked 'cause he taught well, got in a car accident and is in critical condition in the hospital now. FUCK. Who is to replace him? My old math teacher WHOM I hated so much. DOUBLE FUCK. This guy pisses me off, he talks to us like we are elementary kinds in the way that he's not implying we are dumb, but rather slow. I have an "A" in the class right now but I don't think I'll hold it for long with his teaching methods. I am now praying for him to get in some accident also

All my cousins cept for one are getting or already married within the next few months. One of them is getting married next April on the 17th, 10 days after my birthday (send donations :D) and another one May 17th. I am going to attend the one in April since I am going to be !*Usher Chris Lin*! (sparkles and flashes around the title). I'm going to get those "My Name is" tags and make mine all pretty with USHER all over it, then I'll run around with a baton telling people where to sit. Wait, I'll walk around with a tazor, it'll make people move quicker :D. And I might just write "Groom" instead of "!*USHER*!" since the results would be more interesting. My other cousin decided it'll be fun to have her wedding in Hawaii. So it's basically telling everyone "RICH PEOPLE ONLY SINCE MY POOR ASS CAN'T FLY THERE, BRING DIAMONDS AS GIFTS" (just kidding, don't kick my ass, I know you read this ) Curses, I want to go to but it's also finals week and I am also broke. So unless our school gets demolished while going home from purchasing a winning lotto ticket, I can't attend. Plus the one that is married already told me I should with a girlfriend, because it will be more fun. That's one hundred percent true and I will when I get a girl, or maybe just a friend. Ok, a pet dog will be fine.

Oh Oh! Guess who came down last week? My cousin* and her litttlllee cutieee pieeeeee(not pedo). And look, she gave me a fansign!

I didn't get to visit her as much since I was busy (what the hell? Busy? Chris? DOES NOT COMPUTE) that weekend but they are coming down again in a few weeks for my cousin's bridal shower and wedding. I must plan an invitation** to my house for her.

Speaking of fansigns, someone I previously hosted gave me one also. I feel like it's love chris day, even though both pics were from along ass time ago. Go check her out.

Oh wow, I can't believe I blogged all because of that prank call. Thank you prank caller! I found my motivation to blog! Everyone prank call me so I may write stories (or nonsense ramblings) about our adventure!

*you may wonder why I don't just say the names of my cousin. They told me they don't want their name on the site. Probably because this is the internet and every other person viewing my site is a rapist/pedo/stalker or some weird ass psycho and if they know their names they will be stalked/raped/pedoed then. So from now on, I will call them Cousin1, Cousin2, Cousin3, like the are robots. Cousin1 = Florence, 2 = Grace and 3 = Connie. O shi, I said their names. If I wasn't so lazy I would erase it but I'm lazy.

**kidnapping***

***just kidding****

****no really.

[b]Cliff notes:[/b] Cliff notes is not available for this version of the blog so either read it or SHUT IT.

Woot!0
chris lin posted in Personal on March 7th, 2004

Man, what a few weeks I been having. Ever since my last blog, I went to play airsoft twice and the second time I went was today. Before today, it was the weekend prior so I went in two consecutive weeks. I'll keep the summary short and just leave it as "today was the most fun I had ever." The past week during school was hell. I had this essay due and I worked on it all afternoon on Tuesday to get an email that night with my teacher correcting all my sentences, rendering my essay I worked on USELESS. I was so goddamn mad, made me want to go over to his house and beat him with my pencil for wasting all that time and not sending me the freaking corrections earlier. So I had to spend all Wednesday redoing the essay + study for this quiz I had ONLY to show up to class with professor not there. Another stab. My cousin came down again for my other cousin's bridal shower and brought Elise with her. She's growing up so fast, she can walk now! When I first went to their house I just saw her walking around and she went to this old school radio (the ones with all the dials to change stations and the size of a room) and she accidently turned on the radio. Loud noises erupt, she gets all scared and scambers back to her mother. While we were saying "ahh, how cute, she scared herself" she was thinking "HhhhHOLLY shit, they've come to take me!"

On Friday night I went to UCI to visit my friend and go to this party. That's all. On Saturday I went with same friend to Carson to get my gun upgraded at this meeting our airsoft group has before the day we go play airsoft and spent 2 hours to upgrade my gun. Well worth it, VERY WELL WORTH IT. When I played with it today, I noticed the change; I was shooting faster, it went faster and it just sounded different. Of course, they had this thing where they shoot all members who upgrade their guns with their own guns, so I had to run like hell and someone sprayed BBs all over me. It didn't feel like much until one that hit me in the neck and I just started saying things that even Dennis Rodman would be surprised. But yeah, after the 'modding session' Sean and I went to a Brazilian BBQ where they served not ONE, not TWO, but a bajillion different types of meat, all you can eat style. Each worker there basically goes around every table with a different type of meat and asks if you want to try some. There's this thing on this table where if the top is green, they keep coming. If you don't want them to come anymore, you flip it to red and they stop. There were also Brazilian dancers dancing for us while we ate…in 'costumes' otherwise known as bikinis with feathers and not just any bikinis, it the g-string kinds that has like a tooth floss covering their ass. Sweet? Damn straight. But other than that, I need to get the boys and take them to that place, they would love it. All you can eat meat with barely clothed girls dancing. If God wanted to eat somewhere, it would be there.

I forgot what I did the week prior and would've blogged about it but I had no desire to. I am slowly losing my interest in web designing/blogging/coding, don't know why though. Maybe I am at the stage where you just don't want the site anymore. Maybe this is the last year for lat3nt, I don't know. But unless someone gives me a desire to do anything web related, I am slowly fading out. I mean, shit, I got my layout all done and coded but there's just some bugs stopping me from revealing it. Some bugs that can easily be fixed in a while, but I just don't feel like it. Oh well.

I also noticed I stopped ranting. What the hell. WHAT THE HELL. This isn't my blog without ranting. I think I stopped because I stopped working at Coldstone, thus stop interacting with society and realizing how ****ing retarded they can be. Maybe that's it, quitting is the best thing I ever done since I don't have to serve society anymore. I mean, it's sad. I go to visit and you can just see the fed-up-full-of-annoyance-and-pain in the eyes of my ex co-workers. They don't show it, but I have been there so I know. I know. Oh well, tough break :P. If they quit like I have been telling them to, they wouldn't have this problem. I don't know if she got a raise yet but last I checked someone been 'promoted' to team lead but hasn't gotten a raise yet. "WTF, why aren't you quitting?" I asked. "I don't want to make Tasha (current manager) sad," she replied(or something along those lines). Shrug, ****, I can't help stupid. I can help you quit, but I can't help stupid.

I leave with the moral of the blog: If your pants are wet, you peed in them.