Starbucks and Space Pirates.

Yeah. Moving out. SOON HOPEFULLY. I never realized how hard it is to find a place you'd want to spend possibly the rest of my days in. Ive browsed through websites and classified ads and had help from so many diffrent faces each with a suggestion of their own. But when it comes down to it, This is my cash. This is the place where I want to start the day. This is where I will dine and wine.This is where music will be made. This is where opinions will be shared. This is my heart finding a place to settle down. This is my choice. Sorry if I turned down countless possible locations but ultimatly it went down to a place that'll remind me of who I really am. Still that ripped jean wearing experimenting messy haired kid who has a heart 5 years older with a head still stuck in good times with un-fancy people. Yet with room to grow and much to observe and lessons to learn. A place that can lead me anywhere yet will be easy to find back to. A place convieniant to all my needs. A place that can be reached by the most awesome friends I've had for the past 5 years.This is my Home and inside those walls will begin another chapter of this life.

We've gone through that before. Lets go on with what happend.


Last thursday, I tried applying for a job. It was a rush I admit. But the pay was pretty good so I was told.My first resume was pretty much empty. Empowerment training? Achievements? I have attained none of thse. All I had was a lil' spot of previous work experience that said "officer in charge" of my familys business. Yet that only lasted a month.Should I have joined the reading club back in intermediate school? Should I have taken up the Mathletes? Oh wait, there was this one time where I got a lil certificate of reading more than i should be reading back in grade 2. Hey dont get me wrong I love reading. Its just that I was always forgetting to have my mom sign this lil paper noting on how many hours ive spent reading that night. I only got one lil award for the possible 200 or so I could've had. Look at my glasses. The prescribed thickness of these lens were given to me during the first 3 months of grade 3 due to reading under a dim lamp and gaming with a really really small TV.I wasn't those trendy Goosebump books that every other kid was reading. I was into the heavier stuff without pictures but due to my somewhat diminished memory capability I can't seem to remember the titles of those books. One was about a group of forest animals losing their source of food located at a farm owned by three nasty brothers (hey, that was how they described villians back then) , Starving for days until a fox found a way to Super Stealth Mission below the farms to feed the rest of the animals. I due recall Mr. fox bieng really close to death. The shotgun barrel only took of his tail. I remember during Christmas gift exchange time that I had to give a gift to my teacher. I got a random box of chocolate, Which turns out to be her favorite and her giving me a book titled "The Big Bazoohey" A nice story of a boy bieng kidnapped to win a Perfecto Kid contest.Yet after all this reading, I still have no proof besides my glasses that I've actually done it. Hence, the blank spot on my resume.I still printed it out.

I finally met mark. Like Ron, after 5 years of knowing him through the power of the internet. Not before getting lost at the station.I never ran out of things to tell him that day. He was impressed by how many diffrent accents and I can do and characters I can sound like. Was this my only talent that I dont practice at? When we got to the site of where I would be working all I could be heard saying was " This is what a city should look like". Tall buildings, cleanliness in the streets, no homeless, no jeeps. That was the enviroment I could wake up to and go to everyday. I think.

I wore my polo shirt and faded jeans and had a skate bag. My hair was frizzy and I was mildly sweating from the heat. I have forgotten that First impressions last. Yet the nice lady at the front told me that I can easily pass with the way my tongue rolls off words.Unfortunatly I didn't bring my Immigrations card or working Visa with me. Hey, How was I supposed to know? This is my first real job im applying for. So even though the nice lady said I pretty much have the job I cant even get a lousy interview since im an alien. Marks interview starts in 3 hours. What do we do to kill time?

We eat lunch at the mall foodcourt then chill at Starbucks. I can already feel my soul being sucked away with each delicious sip of this icy coffee beverage where other suits hang out with their pricey drinks and pricey cigarettes gabbing away on pricey cellphones about pricey cars.Me and Mark just talk about our common love for taking back sunday and predicting the future of the scene.Over Starbucks coffee.Delicious Starbucks Coffee.

Interview starts. Bye Mark.

Hey, Im in the city, Ill hang with another person. Oh well fuck he gets out of class at 7:30. Now I have 4 hours to kill. Yet I dont want to stray too far from Mark. I spend 4 hours in the mall getting lost and sitting down at the arcade. Please note that the night before I couldnt fall asleep. More on that later. The arcade was pretty boring actually. Too rectangular for my tastes. No Virtua Fighter, Usual crowd hovering over Tekken 6 and racing stuff. The only things that catch my eye are the pinball machine and a tennis game. I didnt play neither since the pinball machine had a Lord of the Rings theme and there was an intense tennis match going on. I choose to sit down at the broken Daytona racing machine. A few minutes later a rather pretty lady sits next to me and starts playing. Obviously her first time to play something so old yet she drops down a bunch of tokens on the dashboard and asks me how to play. I didnt know how so i scoot off to the seat next to me. Were there signs? Did I miss out? Meh. Leave me alone woman, Im watching someone play that shooting game where you have to physically move to dodge.

I do that for the next 4 hours with occasional breaks to look for a decent bookstore.

Its finally time to hang and i get lost again. Hey theres a huge National bookstore right next to the place and I've never been inside that mall. How would I know that I've been at the wrong place for the past 20 mins. Go in. Smile. It's Igi. We always text each other but since im always at the country we dont get to hang out that much so yeah just bieng with him and talking about random stuff is awesome. The mall was near empty and we go to the top floor to meet the other people who Ill be hanging out with more once I move.

Im so obvious that Im from the country. Half the introduction with everyone ends up with me gazing at the cityline of lights.Hey, I dont get a view like that everyday. Enjoy it. Oh and btw, We ended up at starbucks again.The guys were just great to talk to. I don't get to be in a group and talk about comics and gaming alot and not just discussing Spider-man flicks and DotA. Mark and me meet up at the place too but he had to go soon. Its parting time and I have to take the train. Me and Igi say our goodbyes and minutes later I say hello to a crowded train. I hate this. I am definitly moving to walking distance of work. Fuck the train and the ladies complaining out loud and the guys with huge arms in my face.Get off. Finally. Can Breathe. Ok. Go.

Where do I go? I got off at unfamiliar territory at night. "Follow the crowd" kept playing in my head. I follow. I get lost. Oh, over pass. Use it. minutes later I ask a cop how to get to my stop. I take the jeep and what do you know it takes me way too far then my intended stop. I read the little sign right but didnt know where to get off. Thanks alot Mr.Driver sir. But a nice lady tells me how to get to my destination. Luck out. No bus. Looks like im staying at the city for the night. Good thing mark lets me stay at his place for the night, But even getting there in a cab I get lost. The driver was nice though ,Letting me have a discount since he got lost too. As soon as i get to his place I hear the squeals of pigs dying. This will be intresting. Ive never had to listen to death while I sleep. Before we try to sleep we continue where our talk awhile ago left off. Music and how fame fucked me over and how he never sought it, Torrents and how to use the damn thing, awesome funny on youtube and how our lives were off the computer. Oh and his mom told mark that I sound look and act like his cousin. Neat.

The next afternoon after browsing a few possible places to stay at for a month with no luck I board another stupid train and then the bus home where my mom cooked a fab dinner which was saying something like "good luck with work when you get it". Thanks for the steak mom.


Also this past month My heart has been in 8 places and all coming back more hurt then the last. God damn it. When I move I just want to settle down with a girlfriend and We would shop for Force Unleashed and just stare at the box before buying it and on the way home we would never let go of it. We would then have to deciede on who gets to play first by a match of Super Smash Bros Brawl and if she wins she'll Dance with joy while pumping fists everywhere wearing my the smile I love. Then she'd cuddle with me and we'd play that game for the whole day then watch the movies until we fall asleep then we'd talk about why Boba Fett is so popular and laugh at how 2 guys grab each other when having the force used on them. Before we climb into bed we'll set Cat Power on repeat on the stereo. Then we'd kiss before sleep.

I have been told countless times that a girl like this does not exist. I wish they will be proven wrong.



This weeks GFW Radio Podcast was too quiet. I request more funny on Shawn Elliots part.

Aicha gave yet another drawing of me and one that is worthy for bieng my primary picture on my profile. Oh and she has taught me how to request hentai from SLAVE on the 4chan forums. So thats were she gets her weirdness. From a fucking forum.

Thats all I have to talk about for now. I am getting sleepy and me and kat are sad. T.T



See you in the city


~ Jay