2003: The day after Thanksgiving

Posted on November 29 2003. Saturday.

The day after thanksgiving. another regular Friday, well. not exactly.

I wanted to sleep in late but Charlene Lai woke me up by calling my house 5 times to say that she was at the entrance of my estate/house. Fine. I woke up at 10 and took the fastest bath you could ever imagine, did the morning routine, packed an extra set of formal clothes and shoes in record time and raced outta house in just 20 minutes. She dragged me all the way down to school to meet Ruth. And my hair was highlighted. Mahogany brown man. Thank goodness I didn't get caught. Wasted trip down to school cause Ruth was sick, goshdarnit. Wasted a busride. We headed to the city. Saw Charlotte (some sec three) whom she knows me and I know her but we only say hello and bye on the bus. Got off near the plaza sing and we went to buy tickets to watch the Korean horror lesbian movie called wishing stairs. Show did not start till 1.25, so with an hour to spare, we ate lunch nearby at Parklane like wtf. It started to pour, so we got wet while walking back to the plaza sing.

Thank God everything from the movie is all fake. So darn scarry. A vampire movie. After the movie, we went to hmv to waste our time by listening to music, Springsteen and Eddie Van Halen and Tom Petty and Jimmy Buffett that's all I listen to and I had to leave for service at the world's first titanium church. I could easily give myself a fat ass gold star as Iarrived super early. Nearly forgot to change into formal clothes. Espirt dark blue collared shirt, gap black pants and rockport leather shoes and if I did so, everyone would think that i'm a newcomer. Heh, ate my dinner there and got downright beat up by Shaq and Kobe's and Manchester City's biggest fan, Samuel, the dude who works in the SAF and his wife is my leader, but man I hate her like hell. Yucks. He went back to complaining and  making a big deal outta me writing 2 new political essays about the war in Iraq and my opinion is so messed up. He kept saying that I should do gangsta rap. Just can't frigging stand him! and he's jealous that i celebrated thanksgiving at Michelle and Real's house, aka the neighbors. You could get a turkey and have the stuffing and cranberry sauce, and poof. time to eat!

How immature can this dude get? He's married, for the love of anything! Uh, he's only 24...wtf.

For service, whatever that was preached was somesort of what Rev. AR Bernard, Pastor of CCC in Brooklyn, NY preached last year. What a copycat. Hust tap into the creativity, ability and possibility. getting more from less. Like how you start from nothing... I spent 1 hour coming up with 5 rebuttals on why the preacher dude should read the book on Economics for dummies before he goes up to preach to 2500 people. He made himeself look stupid, especially for a listener who doesn't study economics at all.

After service, I took the chartered bus down to city hall and walked to the YMCA with Jim. same ol' thing, Once again. and this time, no late night supper at the coffeeshop opposite the hotel 81. No whore fun or ladies finger to eat.