Don Khuth Chronicles

I’ve finally managed to find the car of my dreams online. The BMW 645CI Coupe is one sweet ride! I mean, look at it! Need I say more? It’s powered by a 6 speed, 4.4-litre, 325-hp 32-valve V-8 engine with 4 overhead camshafts with Valvetronic. I think it reaches a top speech of 240km/h, goes 0-60 in 5.7sec. It looks good and it goes fast. Well, fast enough for me. I don’t think I’ll be driving to fast in a car like this. You have got to drive slowly so you can show it off. You know, so you get the ladies’ attention.

Check out the interior! There’s a multi-function 3-spoke sport steering with controls for the audio system, cruise control, and Bluetooth. The speedometer, tachometer and trip odometer are all electronic. It comes with an anti-theft AM/FM stereo/CD audio system, Logic7 sound system with surround sound, digital sound process with 2 subs and a center dash speaker. There’s also a 6-disc CD changer mounted in the glove compartment and I think it’s wired so you can use your cell phone in the car.

It has leather upholstery and door trim, an 8-way power front seat with 2-way adjustable headrests. Power windows, automated climate control, micro-filter ventilation system. It is just packed with luxury all around!

Oh, I forgot, it comes with a cup holder as well.

My friend searched my whole room for his keys. And as messy as it is, chances are, things can get lost in here, it’s happened before and I’m sure it can happen again. But sure enough, it wasn’t in my room. So, he decided to check his car. Worse case scenario, the keys would be in there.

And with his luck, the worse case scenario was exactly what happened. He comes back in, sort of pissed, saying his keys are in the car. When I got out there, the keys were in the car already… still in the ignition! And they were sitting there since 11:00pm and it’s now three in the morning.

His dad had the other set of keys, but his house was up the mountain and I’m down town. And there’s no way in hell he’s going to call home this late. So, our only option was to try and pop the lock. I’ve never done it before, but I’ve seen it done many times. So how hard could it be?

Let me tell you, it’s not that simple. You’re pretty much trying to pick a lock, blind folded, because you can’t see what’s going on inside the door panel. It’s just you, the door and your ghetto fabulous coat hanger. All I know is that you stick the coat hanger into the door panel and start pulling it upwards. The idea is to try and hook onto the rod that connects the door handle to the lock, and hopefully unlocking the car. I’m not trying to encourage anyone to try this but incase you find yourself in this situation, that’s what you would have to do.

My friend and I took turns trying to break into his car. After like 10 minutes, I’ve successfully manage to unlock it. I felt like a theft at the time too. I should have just got in and drove it around the block just to see what it’s like to steal a car. But in any case, if I ever need a car, I can always go over and steal my friend’s, now that I have the experience. But don’t you get any smart ideas now…

Why does Sundays always have to be a boring day? It seems like nothing ever happens on a Sunday. Usually I work on Sundays, but because it was Easter Sunday today, I didn’t have to. And even though I haven’t worked since yesterday, it seems as if I haven’t work for weeks! I guess I work too much. I mean, I’ve been working since I was in grade 6 so maybe all this time I got use to working.

Or maybe, it is just the fact that I don’t do much and it seems as if I haven’t done anything at all. I spent the whole day watching Chinese movies. I think I can speak the language now, 我能讲中文!

I don’t know what it is but I’m at that point in life where sitting around and doing nothing isn’t acceptable. I’m getting old and I should be doing more with life. While others are out there partying, I’m at home doing work. Running a company takes a lot of effort, especially if it’s something that you started up. If I was working for another company, it’d be different, but because it’s a company my friends and I started, there’s a lot more effort that needs to be put into it.

When the company first got started, I was running around registering this and that. We have a Business Identification Number, Retail Sales Tax number and even our own domain. Those were the easy steps. Now we have to get our own business cards made up and that’s in the process of being complete, along with the website. And then there’s the matter of getting clients. That right now it’s not bad, there’s quite the demand for web designing, but we don’t have a price plan as of yet. My business partners and I will have to discuss at our next meeting. But as of lately, I like the way things are moving. It’s a slow progress but nonetheless it’s progress.

This is the last time I’m agreeing to take a 12hr shift for security. Not that it was hard or anything, it’s just that, well, it sucks.. I only agreed to take it because the supervisor is sort of a sweet talker. She’s a nice lady but I hear that she’s not really as nice as she seems to be. I never had any problems with her, but I guess other guards do.

But anyways, the site that I was covering wasn’t too bad. I stayed inside most of the time. I just had to do the hourly patrols that lasted, at most, 25 minutes. And the rest of the time, I just sat there. I couldn’t do much because there just wasn’t anything to do. I tried doing some work, but all I had was a pen and blank piece of paper.

It was hard to concentrate because the place stunk. It’s a factory and I guess the smell was from the oil that was being used to lubricate the machines. It stunk in some places more than others. Some parts of the factory were colder than others. It was just a weird place to be. After a while I started getting high off the fumes, started getting dizzy a little, and tiredness just started kicking in as the day goes by.

The hourly routines that I had to do were starting to get to me. Even thought I don’t do much, it was just a long shift, it takes a lot out of you. I’m tired right now, but I haven’t typed anything in my blog for a while, so I might as well do something before going to bed. I wrote a little something at work, but I’ll type that out later. I’m surprised I managed to stay up this late. I only had like 5hrs of sleep. Worse thing, I got to be up for 9am tomorrow for work again. It’s a good think I’m not working until Thursday. I’m going to take the time I have off, to do nothing but sit around the house. I look forward to that!

Well, it’s a Monday and like other Mondays, I have to work. But before going to work I usually grab something to eat because that’s what most people do when they’re hungry. And when I’m hungry and I have to work, I usually go to KFC, because that’s the closest thing to where I work. I order the Classic Combo because it’s like the cheapest thing there, less than $5.

I’ve gotten to know some of the people that work there. The cashier doesn’t seem to like her job too much, but she puts up with it. The other girl that works in the back seems to be working there everyday. Even on my days off I see her working. She’s always got a smile on her face and that’s a hard thing to do when you’re working in fast food. Everyone thinks they can treat you like trash because you work in this line of business. I remembered when I worked at BK, I hated it. The job sucked, the pay was crappy and the customers are asses! But it was my coworkers that made the job worth while. Well… the coworkers and the girls that comes to the restaurant on the bar nights.

Anyways, back to KFC. I made my order and the total came up to $4.27. I gave the cashier $10.27 and she gave me back $5 bill and a loonie, you do the math. I stuck the change in my back pocket and thought nothing of it.

When I got home, i took out my change and threw it on my desk. That’s when I noticed that there was writing on the bill. It was a web address and the address was www.whereswilly.com

I was curious to know what was on the site. At first, I thought it was a porno site or something, I mean coming… where’s willy? Hmmm sounds like it right? Please don’t tell me, I’m the only one that thinks this way.

Anyways, I get to the site and turns out, it’s a site where people write down the address on money to track it. I was like, “Hey! I was thinking of doing this.” So I signed up to see if I can track where this $5 bill came from, but turns out, there wasn’t a history for it. So I started one. The link below will take you to the site that is currently tracking some bills.

Track my $5 bill

I didn’t have to work today so I spent the day running around here and running around there. My hard drive was slowly dying because it would automatically power down occasionally. And the S.M.A.R.T wasn’t detecting any errors in the drive, but I know eventually, it’ll go. So since I’m behind in the hard drive race, i figured I might as well upgrade now.

I took a trip over to Summit Direct by Centre Mall via the Barton bus. I hate the Barton bus. It’s the crappiest bus of them all. First of all, as soon as the bus started moving, there was trouble. A car that was stopped at the light didn’t move. The bus driver was honking like crazy! He must have honked like 20 times before that car even budged. Then we get to some stop and some weird people get on. You see the strangest and weirdest people of Hamilton on the Barton bus. There was this one kid who couldn’t keep still. He looked like he was in his late 20′s or something. He keeps swaying forward and backwards and sometimes he screams for no particular reason. His mom tried to keep him quiet but it didn’t work.

Then there was this other snobby little girl that wouldn’t shut up. And her mom wasn’t much of a help either, she was trying to annoy the kid or something. It’s a shame I didn’t have any music to listen to, so I can drown out my surroundings. Listening to music on the Barton bus is very helpful.

Then I finally arrive at Summit Direct and surprisingly I was greeted by the girl at the counter. She was kind of hot too, so obviously my good looks caught her attention. Aside from that, I looked around and found what I was looking for. The workers there were sort of helpful, almost I usually pretend like I know nothing about computers, just to hear what they have to say. But anyways, I got what I wanted and left. Luckily, I caught the next bus that was heading downtown within a 1 of leaving the store.

From where I was standing, it looked like the bus was packed! But when I got on, a couple people got off and sure enough, there was plenty of space at the back. But there were two people who didn’t want to sit down for some reason. I waited for the bus to stop and asked to get by. As soon as I sat down, the decided to sit down too. Weird, no?

Then I get to the next stop and see my friend running for the bus. I wasn’t sure if she was going make it because sometimes the bus driver doesn’t like to stop, even if you’re running like crazy to catch up. Luckily, she managed to get on. When she got on, she saw me but she sat up at the front. Once the bus stop, she came over to sit beside me. My good looks strikes again!

So anyways, Ester and I talked all the way from Centre Mall to downtown. We haven’t seen each other in a while so we had a lot of catching up to do. It was hard to believe that she was still in school. Every time I see her, we’re talking about school and that was a long time ago, so I figured she’d be done by now. But turns out, she keeps taking other stuff along with her program, so I guess she got side tracked. And of course, she’s always talking about badminton. It’s as if, it’s her dream to one day play badminton in the Olympics. I don’t know how good she is, but she’s always trying to get me to go play. I kind of suck and she’s been playing since high school, so I doubt I stand a chance.

Of course, eventually our conversation had to come to an end because she had to get off at her stop. And once again I ride the Barton bus alone. On the way downtown, a fight almost broke out because some punk kids were swearing in front of a little girl and some guy sort of mentioned it and they didn’t want to be told what to do. I can understand the guy’s concern. I mean come on, there’s a little girl right there. I don’t think there’s any need to be using foul language. Some people can be very disrespectful towards others. What is this world coming too?

Hello and welcome to my first Blog. Some of you may not know what a blog is, so let me tell you. A Blog, or Web Log, is pretty much like a personal diary. It contains a collection of thoughts, events, links, just about anything. You can have whatever you want in your blog.

It’s pretty much like a website where you write stuff about anything. It’s a way of voicing your opinion on certain issues. Or even, share links to a specific website that I found interesting. It could also be used as a way to collect thoughts or even organize them. The most recent blog is the one that is at the top, so you can read what’s new. Since this is my first entry, obvious it’s on top but as the days go by, it’ll eventually be last.

And as the days go by, this page will have more functionally. As usual, I tend to make things better the best I can, as I go along. So right now, you can read, but later, you’ll be able to send your feedbacks on the current blog.