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Sunday, October 09, 2005

 

Once, United States President Ronald Reagan was walking by an area bumping into a private garden with the most beautiful flowers. Breaking the law, Ronald Reagan bent down, extended his arms out and began uprooting the flower. "Mr. President, this is not our property", Secret Service Agent said. Ronald replied, "But I want to get it for my wife"

sn: angels can exist


Thursday, October 06, 2005

 

Prior to today, my confidence was on a 85 percentage. Today, I have enough boost to crush anything that comes in my way. I'm going for the $10,000 BMCC scholarship, numerous awards, and regain my popularity status that I once had for years in school and wherever I step foot. I will enter Baruch's Zicklin School of Business with Honors Status, like a bright spotlight pointing me out to everyone. Obstacles.... Psshh

 


Friday, September 30, 2005

Re-updated entry

the new security complained me to the security manager. dude is around 35 years old? he got sad cause i kept making fun of him. its a normal thing in the security team. everyone crack jokes on each other except the managers. so one time no security manager was working. me and all the older securities had the store for ourselves; no limit. the tradition: first to work, first to lunch. he came in earlier and wanted to go to lunch saying: "im going to lunch first right? i came in before you gary"  with a deep voice, i said, "no". (playing around) then he started whining like a girl thinking i was serious. flapping my right hand, i continued, "man, go eat grass at central park". everyone there started laughing - he stood quiet. kakakakas  i said, "you guys are so much older than me but you act like a kid". LOL they all stood quiet cause they knew what i said was true. but i stood quiet on that one too cause i felt bad. the manager saw that i was bossing the newbie around and simply told me to be easy on him. im someone that they wont want to lose.

as i walked in the lunch room today, i saw a spanish girl sitting down - unfamiliar. she's comparable to the size of the rapper Big Pun. next to her was hector, the new security. "hmmm", i wondered. "is that a new worker?" the both of them had the same looking blue lunch box with tomatoe pasta. "errfff, what a coincidence?" then the girl, with a commanding voice, told hector, "Go get me a fork". hector, bowing his head down, went to get her a fork. unsurprisingly, she was his girlfriend. from that observation, i see why hector is the way he is... its because, even though he's much older than me, all his life was lived being a servant-type. his dignity as a man was buried. to the point, it's that girl that wears the pants in his house. from then on, i cracked jokes to him no more. he deserves dignity as a man. (thank god i dont have a girlfriend, that's like that) *whipes my imaginery tears (phewwww)

 

Calvin Klein Collections

(operations manager was by himself using the computer. me walks up to him.)

Gary:   hey have you ever tried a blowjob?

(fearfully looks over to gary as if gary is gay)

Manager:   Whaaaa ?

Gary:   Have you ever tried a blowjob?

Manager:   Noo man

Gary:   What about sex on the beach?

(shockingly take a glance to gary...)

Manager:   No..

Gary:  (gives a friendly punch on his shoulders)  Yo, you're outdated bro... You gotta get updated with the drinks in bars!  HAHAHAHAaaa

Manager:   hahaHAHAHAHA

Gary:   Yo... but when you go, be sure to ask the bartender correctly...

Manager: ?

Gary:   Cause if you go ask, "Can I get a blowjob?", they may think the wrong way. And if the bartender is gay, he'll probably say, "Sure, lets go to the bathroom". Puahahahahaaha

Manager:   Hahahahahaa, yo gary man, you're a lethal guy.

Gary:   You can fix the sentence simply by adding one word: Cup. Say "Can I get a cup of blowjob?"

Manager:  HAHAHAHAHAHAA

 

And this morning I was reading the newspaper. One of the front pages, there was a little girl's picture. The girl looked asian, very little. She had two tied pony tale. I know it has nothing to do with you or me, but continue reading if you like. The article says the girl was just 4 years old name Valerie? She said her mother was Monica and her father was Ceasar. She's very talkative from Elmhurst (Queens). The NYPD found her standing at a street corner bare footed, without shoes, in the cold by herself. She said her father woke her up and brought her out and left her there... One little kid in a huge world of wonders, wondering around by herself. In a world filled with good and bad people that she would bump into. She wanders, not knowing why it had to happen - It's understandable though... She's too young to understand. Her tragedy touched the hearts of newspaper editors and the news. Everyday, many children are missing but she is the exception for the media to stand up... Her picture was posted on the newspaper, editors hoping that any one reading would know who she is or who her cruel parents are. The t.v. news did the same. Again, this has nothing to do with you or me because we don't know the parents or the little girl. But it's hard not to feel anything if you're caring... To the girl, I feel very bad for her... Her parents never reported her missing. I feel bad because she is innocent. She has done nothing wrong to this world, lived for 4 years so far, and it seems she's getting punished for a sin she has not commit. Looking at her potential parents, I would sound cruel to say it... But it is, what I do feel, deep down. If I was rich, I would hire people to track down who they are and hire a mob to pipe that fagget father down. If he never wanted to be a father, then he shouldve used a condom all those times in the past. Not only was he bringing hell to his wife by getting her pregnant but bringing a newborn to a world that she didn't belong in... For the mother of the girl, since she's a girl... physical means would not be the key... I understand that a person thinks a certain way or do certain things because of their mindset... I would hire a whole bunch of psychologists to re-condition her mind - That's what the government do to some people. Since I am not rich yet, the anger I have for that dumb father, I would pipe him down MYSELF. Or if I had powers... I would send that fool to burn in hell. The girl is now in a foster home struggling with new parents, unrelated to her.


Wednesday, September 28, 2005

something i wanna remember...

 

at calvin klein...

me:  so hows st. johns?

doorman:  its good, pretty easy so far

me:  yoo the reading in college is like hell

doorman:  hahaha... gary, ill miss you - your sense of humor and staggered well-being

me:  (didnt understand wut staggered meant. hmm... )  i like your big words hahahaha

doorman:  haha

me:  (offers a handshake)  ill miss you too bro

doorman:  really? what will you miss about me?

me:  hmm.... the two dimples you have on your face hahahaa i still want to steal them from you

doorman:  hahaha

 

- good luck to matthew in college and abercrombie

 


Tuesday, September 20, 2005

i asked a dude if i missed out on anything new cuz i was absent last thursday. the dude tells me that the professor was grading the class on their speeches but not everyone went up. and so, today the professor continued letting people give their speeches. i got nervous cuz i was absent and didnt have time to prepare my speech. one at a time, students went up to give their speech. one student brought a bag to the front and took out a baked cake to give a speech, teaching people how to bake cakes... o.O   another brought a baseball and pictures to class, giving one teaching how to play baseball. there was even one who brought Loreal crap teaching how to dye hairs. i didnt even pay attention to their speech cuz it was so... LOL

one student at a time giving their speeches, i just gets more and more nervous because i was unprepared... i was thinking to tell my professor that i was unprepared - but that would give me a failing grade. i realized that me having to go in front of the classroom is inevitable - its the only way out because giving up is a loser, never give up. its better off trying and getting a bad result than to back out and not know how things could turn out.

while sitting down with students in the front giving speeches, my heart was pounding - i didnt know why... but i knew if i continued to let myself be nervous, i will mess up on my speech when i try. then i started thinking about things ive learned from very successful people like bloomberg and trump; and i thought about times when highly intelligent friends telling me that i am very capable, very strong, and hardcore; also the times when im working at calvin klein and even the managers there fear me because of my strictness; how young i am to surpass people who are much older than me;  in my memory, i also remember many people who once looked up to me as a leader and those who still do. immediately, my heart stops pounding because i gave it reasons not to worry. I am... a leader.

the dude in the front finishes giving his speech and walks back to his seat. i decided to get and i brought my binder with me, holding it closed between my arms like a business executive - i walk up to the front. there wasnt any speech in the binder, i just held it up to trick the professor into thinking that i was prepared. LOL the class remains quiet focusing their attention at me. the professor sitting in the student chair as a audience. even though i was wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans, the way i walked held much strength. if a person didnt pay attention to my clothes, they would think i just came out of the military as five star general - expressing a serious face. i stood at the front center of the class, laid my binder on the table and opened it to a blank page.

i stuck my arm out to check the time on my watch: it says 2:00 P.M. speaking with a strong loud voice, without a struggle, that would be my opening greeting:

 

Good afternoon. My name is Gary Chang. Today, my speech is to teach the class how to be a leader. I'm going to be brief because teaching everything about leadership would take days. There's a quote, "Leaders are the first one in and the last one out". The quote is by an unknown source because I cannot remember who said it. I am the first child in my family with two sisters following right behind. My mother is the only parent looking out for us. Several weeks ago, my mother offered to pay for my college tuition - I rejected her offer. Instead, I offered her that I will even support for my sister's when they enter college. In the military, an example of "first one in, last one out" would be the leader hopping off a helicopter entering battleground first and leaving only after the entire team is out. Of coarse, we're not in the military. This is a city. So how does the quote apply in our lives? Well, my story already setted an example. (Points my fingers to the left of the class.) I am the first one entering college, supporting and relying on myself to survive. (Points my fingers to the right of the classroom) After I'm done with college, I will still be paying for college fees until after my sisters complete. Donald J. Trump, billionaire real estate developer quoted, "You can train a person to be a leader but true leaders are ones born within them". Not everyone in here may be leaders but if you're not, you can still become one. Everywhere you go, whatever you do, there are always leaders and followers. In gangs, there are the leaders and the followers, recruits. At a school, the principle is the leader overseeing all the activities. There's a book that I want to refer, The 21 Irreputable Laws of Leadership by John C. Maxwell. It's New York Times Best Seller. Umm... I have never read it. (Class starts laughing because I'm referring something that I never used. Speech Continues...) But a lot of my business friends recommend me it. I am looking forward to read it and will do so as soon as I'm less busy. (Fold my hands.) In conclusion, its your choice to become a leader or follower. Thank You.

(class begins clapping.)

Professor:  okay, does anyone have any questions (for Gary)?

(one student raises hands.)

Me:  (looks over to the student and shokes head, accepting the question.)

Student:  alright, there are different types of leaders.

Me:  (starts smiling. knew no one can nail me down.)

Student:  who do you look up to or consider a great leader? What is your goal? Are you planning to become a philanthropist or some sort?

Me: There are two people who I consider leaders. One is billionaire real estate developer Donald J. Trump. The second is billionaire financial executive Michael R. Bloomberg.

Student:  But aren't there a big difference between the two leaders?

Me:  Donald Trump does business in real estate. And Michael Bloomberg does business in finance. It's just a different business. But they're both comparable (leaders). I'm aiming to become a millionaire and when that happens, my goal is to be a philanthropist.

(Student shokes his head as a sign of understanding. Gary walks closes his blank page binder, picks it up and slowly walked back to his seat. A student turns around to give Gary a handshake saying: "Your speech was nice".)

[The End.]

 

muahahhaAaa** i made the best speech without preparing! loll =D if i could do that all the time, i wont even have to do homework hahA! never think negatively about something we never tried because we dont know the result until we make the moves. trying makes things happen. if we dont try on anything, we would have a life of nothing. oh yeah, i juss got sum updated picz of bowlin wit mah familaY   xP

 

 

^ eugene'z turn

^ eugene . peter . me . melinda = cousins

^ posing with our big ballz*       >.<

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^ calvin + adam

^trying to impress a gurl across me loll  j | p

 



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