Don Khuth Chronicles

I was walking over to Tim Horton’s today, in this crazy weather when I start to actually pay attention to the lyrics of the song I was listening to. Some of the lyrics in some songs don’t make any sense at all. Either that, or they talk about something totally different than what the song is about.

At the time, I was listening to Obession by Frankie J. featuring Baby Bash, the Spanish version. It was the same as the English version only Frankie J. is singing some parts in Spanish and other parts in English. The part that didn’t make any sense was the rap part by Baby Bash. I dunno why a grown man would call himself a baby. But anyways, here’s the lyrics that didn’t make sense to me:

Put on your favorite dress
Let’s impress the town a lotta
Got the gucci bag oops my mistake
You stunt that Prada yada
Yadada Im saying
Yadada I mean
Yadada I holla
And I’m so proud to say one day I’ll be your baby’s father

Sometimes, I think artists writes down stuff just to make it rhyme. Lotta, Prada, yada yada. This song is about being obsessed with a girl but if you’re obsessed with her, you wouldn’t be telling her ‘Yada yada.’ If you did that, you’d see her waving goodbye a lotta.

This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S

Why is the shit bananas? Does it look like bananas? Also, I’m pretty sure people know how to spell bananas. Why not ‘this shit is supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!’ Good luck spelling that out.

Believe, when I say, I want it that way…
Yes I know, it’s too late but I want it that way…
I never wanna hear you say, I want it that way

The Backstreet Boys sure know what they want. If you listen to the song, the lyrics above is in different sections of the song. So first, we have to believe that they want it that way. They know it’s too late but they want it that way. Oh, there’s a catch to it though. They don’t want to hear you say that you want it that way. Yeah, only the BSB gets to have it their way. If they hear you say that you want it that way, they’ll kick your ass!

We in the club but dont go nowhere without toast

Apparently, 50 cent doesn’t want to leave the house without having his breakfast first. Eh, it’s all part of the complete balance diet.

To the windows
To the walls
Till the sweat rolls down my balls
Till all these females crawl
To all skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet
To all skeet skeet skeet skeet

I don’t know about that one, I mean come on, what does that mean? What exactly are you doing until the sweat rolls down your balls? I don’t think I even want to know. It is catchy though, I’ll give you that.

Now there are songs that don’t even rhyme but that’s a whole other blog. If the song has a catchy beat to it, then I think it’s good because people will remember it somehow. Just by reading this, you probably couldn’t figure out which songs I was talking about.

Over here in Brantford, the weather is crap! It’s freaken’ cold and now it’s raining. It doesn’t look like freezing rain though, so I didn’t think it was too bad. I thought wrong.

I went out for lunch thinking it was going to be a walk like any other day. When I got to the door, a guy who I was training with me told me that it was slippery. I looked outside and all seems normal. All the people out there weren’t falling on their asses so I didn’t think much of it. Maybe it’s because they’re just standing out there smoking and not actually walking around.

As soon as I walked through the outer doors, I took one step and almost fell flat on my face. The ground was slippery as hell! I think a few people were giggling because they saw me doing my little dance. I was having trouble walking from the mall to the street lights. I took every step with caution because I didn’t want to be the one who ends up lying on the ground, especially not in this weather.

I made it to the parking lot and saw that there was a guy going around salting the lot. Because of that, I thought there would be more traction in this area. Wrong again. I got to the other side of the lot and things got slippery again. I was approaching the ramp that the pedestrians would take to get out of the parking lot and proceeded with caution. That ramp was so slippery that I could have slid all the way down without taking a step. Even though it wasn’t that steep, I had enough momentum to slide a few feet before coming to a stop.

Luckily, I made it to Wendy’s without breaking any bones or brusing any muscles. I got in and made my order and waited for them to get it ready. The cashier gave the things I ordered except the burger. Once that was made, there was a little confusion as to who to give the burger to. I guess I order the same burger as the guy in the next line. So, for about ten seconds or so, they were playing Hot Potatoe with my burger until finally, they decided to give it to me. How nice of them.

I sat down to eat and enjoyed the scenery. Not much of a scenery because I’m just starting out into the parking lot. Then one of the cashier walked by and brought out an order for some lady sitting across from me. She asked for ice water and the cashier complied. After she left, the lady got a little annoyed because the cashier didn’t bring any straws or condiments. Already, I can tell that this lady was one of those snobby customers who thinks she should be treated like royalty. A different cashier came by later to give her the ice water she asked for. She didn’t even thank the cashier and this cashier was like an elderly lady who, in my opinion, shouldn’t be working at her age. I couldn’t hear exactly what they were talking about over there, but I’m guessing that snobby lady was complaining about the service. I’ve been going there for a week or so now and I’m happy with the service I’ve been getting. This lady is obviously in the wrong restaurant if she thinks that she should have everything her way, that’s Burger King’s slogan, not Wendy’s.

It’s 9:30 in the morning and I’m still a littke fucked up right now from last night. I’m still sore from snowboarding and being drunk while you’re sore all over doesn’t help the situation get any better. When you’re drunk, you can’t walk straight. When you’re sore, you can’t walk straight. So when you’re drunk and sore you walk like a penguin.

Last night, there was a little party at Long’s house for my birthday. The guys picked up some chicken wing and General Tao’s chicken from Can Shen’s restaurant. We didn’t get to Long’s place until midnight or so. We weren’t even there for ten minutes when the neighbour came by and complained that we were being too noisy. They accused us of banging a hammer on the wall. I was in the living room the whole time and no one was banging on anything. I think it was that time of the month for her where she gets a bit cranky.

I didn’t eat much all day except maybe some cake so I grabbed a few chicken wings. Bad idea because I don’t know how much of that stayed in. I don’t quite remember how much came out either. I really wasn’t in that state of mind to estimate. But I don’t think I was drunk or nothing. I can remember the events of last night pretty clearly.

Alvin told us about this game where you pour pop into a cup. Then you take a shot glass and let it float in the pop. Later, you take turns pouring vodka into the shot glass. If you miss, you have to pour again. You keep pouring as much or as little as you want until the shot glass sinks. If you sink it, you get fucked up. You have to drink until the pop level is just below the rim of the shot glasses. Then you grab the shot glass and take a shot of that. The pop part was fine because it’s just pop. But the shot glass part, that hits you after a while. You’d assume that the vodka would mix with the pop while it was sunk but the laws of chemistry says otherwise. I guess vodka is more dense than pop so they don’t mix at all, like water and oil.

After a few rounds, I ended up taking two shots. The guys tried to get me take as much as they could. But my coordination was pretty good still and I managed to pass the bottle on over to Sang. Ricky had a ritual he did before he poured the vodka. He’d get up and start lifting up this pants and then letting it drop back to his hip. He’s hilarious, this guy, when he’s drunk. When he’s sober, his english is fluent. When he’s drunk, he sounds like a true chinaman.

Looking around the room, everyone that took a shot, all their faces were red. Which was a bit confusing to me because I hardly drink and my face was fine. Plus, I had four Heineken during the game. Around 2:00am or so I felt a little queasy. I headed for the washroom just in case. After that, I was done. I didn’t want to drink anymore. I was thinking of heading home, so the guys called me a cab. While hanging around the kitchen sink (don’t ask me how I got from the washroom to the kitchen sink) things started to get worse. There was no way I’d be able to make it downstairs and into the cab without throwing up. I had no choice but to crash at Long’s for the night.

Around 4:00am, the guys were still at it. I kept waking up every two hours for some reason. Then some girl came into the room and asked if I could sleep outside because Sarem needed the bed. The lights were off so I had no idea who she was. Apparenty, she knew my name. I walked outside and tried to sleep at the table. Sarem told me to go back into the room. When you’re half drunk and someone tells you to do something, you really not in the mood to argue. I just did whatever I could so I could get back to sleep. Or maybe I just dreamt that some girl told me to get out. Meh!

Now that I’m awake and hopefully back to normal, I can tell you that drinking isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. You can’t walk straight, you can’t see clearly and if anything comes out, it’s not pretty. So I’m still wondering why people continue to do it. It doesn’t make you feel any better. It didn’t affect my memory in any way. I wouldn’t consider it fun. Being drunk is pretty much like being sick. I hate being sick because all you can do it lay in bed and wait till you get better. I’ve got about two hours to get rid of any kind of hangover I’ve got before getting to work. If there’s any drunk at the library today, his ass is getting kicked out. I’m not tolerating anymore. If I can drink and still have control to stop when I hit my limits, I’m sure they can too.

As for those who hasn’t started drinking yet, I would advise you to stick to the pop. Alochol tastes bad, well, with the minor exception of those breezers and coolers and whatever. But it does you no good. Unless you’re a drunken master like me, you won’t be able to hold it in. Pop I can hold just fine. Alcohol, on the other hand, likes to come back out. Stay away from that.

I was supposed to finish off the last of my two weeks at the library today but by the end of the shift, I found out that I still have another shift left. The new company jump in until Sunday night. I was hoping to go out drinking tonight and not worry about the hangover in the morning. It looks like that plan is going to change slightly. Not like I can do much anyways. I’m all sore from snowboarding.

When I start my shift this morning, I was under the impression that today would be my last day. So when my coworkers asked if I was leaving, I would tell them that today is my last day. Words sure does spread fast. I didn’t want to tell anyone that I was leaving but as soon as one person heard, everyone else knew. Some of them heard that someone was leaving but they had no idea who it was. I’m not the type of person to make a big deal out of things. I try to keep things on the down low.

And it just so happens that my birthday was yesterday. Words spread about that too and my coworkers ended up getting me stuff. They thought up a scheme with the guards and made me run around looking for some guy in a black trench coat who was causing trouble. That was there way of buying some time while they had things set up. But I knew what they were up to.

My coworkers lead me down to the basement where other coworkers were waiting. I walked into the room and to my surprise, they had a small little cake with a candle on it. Farah sang ‘Happy Birthday’ the best she could, I’d give her an ‘A’ for effort. The candle was a special one that was supposed to play the ‘Happy Birthday’ song but they didn’t know how to turn it on. At least they tried, it was very kind of them to get all this arranged.

But that wasn’t all, there was more. Kate ran out into the mall and got me a present and a card. She managed to get a get a few people to sign it. It was very thoughtful of her to do that. And she got me this blue M&M guy that sits on a motorcycle. You take of his helmet and pour M&M’s into it. Then you press down on his leg so that he hits the kick stand and M&M’s comes out. Kinda cool!

In the end, my coworkers made today day, a day to remember. It’s sad to leave a place that you’ve been working at for a long time. The groups of people that I’ve gotten to know over the years are all good people. Everyone is unique in their own ways. From day one, they’ve made working at the library seem less like work and more like play. There were times when I would spend hours on the floor talking to them, even though it was frowned upon by supervisors of the floor. There was nothing else to do, everything was quiet and it was just boring. So, I kept them company.

I will surely miss working with everyone at HPL. But I’m sure I’ll be seeing them occasionally. They can’t get rid of me that easily. I only live down the street. I’ll be able to drop by and visit every now and then.

I am officially a quarter of a century old! Wowser, I’m getting up there now eh? And it’s Friday the thirteenth! It’s not often that my birthday falls on a bad luck day. But it’s not bad luck for me because thirteen happens to be my lucky number.

Way back when, I had a goal set. I had planned to be out on my own by the time I reach twenty five. But the older I got, the most unlikey that the goal would not be reached. The cost of living is going up, the price of transportaion has high rocketed and the job markets aren’t that good.

It’s hard to make it out there on your own. Some people could be working four different jobs and are just making ends meet. In order to live on your own, in an apartment, you have to be making close to a thousand five hundred dollars per month. Nine hundred of that, would be sufficient to cover the cost of rent and the remaining six hundred should over the cost of utilities and leisure.

If you’re working more than one job, it might be easier to get a car so you can get to both jobs on time. A lot of people work in a city that is not their hometown. I’m currently training in Brantford for a job there and if I had a car, it would be a lot easier. Commuting is long and tedious but you got to do what you got to do in order to make a living. Some people are picky when it comes to work but when you don’t have a choice on the matter, you have to take what you’re offered.

The job market is not that good right now. With the election under way, some companies are waiting to hear the results. If a certain party wins, maybe it might mean a tax break for certain businesses meanwhile there is a tax increase for the rest of us. My coworker told me that it doesn’t matter which party wins, politics is politics. They’ll take your money if you want them to or not. We do all the hard work while they sit back and collect the taxes.

It’s not fair if you ask me. In a way, it’s almost like they’re stealing our money. But it’s okay because they’re the government. On the other hand, if I was to do the same thing, I’d get thrown in jail. Where’s the fairness in that?

A lot of people are spending, no wait, wasting their money on things they don’t need. Maybe they do need it but I’m sure they can live without it. You can save a lot of money if you got rid of the things you can live without. Some would argue that they don’t like to save because they can’t take it with them when they’re gone. But I say, save up for the future in case of an emergency.

I have a cell phone which would be considered a luxury. It is not a necessity because I can live without it. I just chose to have it because everyone else has one. And yes, if everyone jumped off the bridge, I’d do it to. The cost of owning a cell phone, for me, is an average of forty five dollars per month, if I stay withing my allocated air time. That is a total of five hundred forty dollars per year. That money could be put to use for other things like household bills.

Last night, I rented a car not because it’s a luxury to drive around town in a nice looking car but because it was a necessity to get to work. I could have taken the bus but I would have been an hour late as well. The bus schedule just doesn’t fit with my work schedule. I just need something to get me to work on time. I don’t have to rush home because there’s no need to yet. I just have to rush this week because I’m still at the library.

I get a hair cut maybe twice a year. My hair doesn’t grow that fast so I dont need one every two months. The last time I had my hair cut was around October and I think I’m about due for another one. I’d run to get one during my lunch hour but it’ll cost me twelve bucks and I don’t have any cash on me right now. But tomorow is pay day, so maybe I’ll stop by tomorow.

I would strongly advise everyone, when money is tight, buy what you need and not what you want. If you need to get food on the table and you have a cell phone bill to pay off, cancel the cell phone. The health of your loved ones are more important. I dont understand how some girls have more than two pairs of shoes. I have running shoes and I have casual shoes. I don’t need another pair of running shoes in a different colour. When that wears out I will buy myself another one. For now, it keeps my feet warm when I’m outside. And I don’t need the two hundred dollar Nikes. Some no name brand sow from Payless will do just fine. Nobody is going to be staring at my shoes when I’m talking to them. If they do, maybe they’re doing it because it’s a necessity. If they’re doing it for luxury, I can’t blame them for staring at my shiny shoes.