THEjhoblood on Xanga

THEjhoblood

Name: ART
Country: Zimbabwe
Birthday: 12/25/1900
Gender: Female

Interests: a typical uneventful day consists of scaling walls for exercise, protesting against the injustices dealt to my fellow lefties, and saving the world from excessive muscus spit from the mouths of old Chinese men. i hope to make you laugh, cry, ponder, and most of all love. yes.. through my xanga that is ....i also aspire to save the world. day by day. through his grace. living the difference.
Expertise: i am the very best seinfeld watcher in the world. i also proudly admit i am very suspectible to nonsense. i am also prone to sin a lot. but thanks to God's grace i am also prone to love. also i am an infamous talker. hopefully i am not all talk. i try to give myself away every single day over and over again... cuz you are the only thing that's true. i give myself to you. supposedly i am a "good listener" and i am "dynamic". but i rather be known for being a castrated boy who sings high! =) oh yea. i am very good at breaking my own heart.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Textiles

Message: message me
Website: visit my website

Member Since: 11/12/2003

SubscriptionsSites I Read
Subscribe to THEjhoblood Get trial subscription

Blogrings
BAAYF \|bay area asian youth fellowship\| previous - random - next .:san francisco alliance:. previous - random - next Ownd by Jesus previous - random - next rich christians in an age of hunger... previous - random - next ManFest previous - random - next (__\__) UCSD IV (__/__) previous - random - next

Posting Calendar

\|<< oldest \| newest >>\|
view all weblog archives

Saturday, July 25, 2009

You know times are interesting when you can find out more about the CIA and its actions in the past and the future then the actions of the Federal Reserve.

You know times are interesting when you hear someone made 100K in one day due to investing in HGSI and at the same time have someone beg you for an extra $50 a month to support their family.

The rich only get richer. The poor only get poorer. The middle class thinks they can straddle the fence. Don't be too rich or too poor. But the reality is they choose a side. The middle class has to look themselves in the mirror and realize which one side they want to join and leave the other side to rot in hell.

Sometimes I feel like life is a lost cause.

Sometimes I judge people. Sometimes I look down upon thugs, drug dealers, and pimps. I mean who the hell stands on street corners all day and does something positive for their environment? I'm not talking about no stupid free hugs or passing out fliers. If you hang out on a street corner with a posse you can't be up to anything positive.

Sometimes I walk by the strip joint and wonder what makes me not in there but me walking on the street in dress clothes.

Who goes to a strip joint when there is porn all over the internet? How do those strip joints stay open and have so many in a 1 mile radius. Oh wait. Not everyone owns a computer or let alone has the internet.

Are we really given the same opportunities? Are we given fair chances? Or is everything planned out...or is it all a choice?

Addiction is a cruel cruel twist of soul less worship Satan has twisted for his own glory and praise.

As I walk through the Tenderloin daily now, I am greatly discouraged. Can people really change?

As I shuttle by the various Christian inner city ministries, I think to myself, how do they have faith to continue doing what they are doing?

You kick out the unwanted people in this world and they'll find a new place to congregate. It's easy to ignore that part of the world, let alone your part of the city.

I want an LED tv.

I'm not legit.

3:33 AM - 11 views - add eprops - 1 comment - email it

Friday, June 26, 2009

If P. Diddy, Dustin Hoffman, or J.J Abrams die tomorrow, I am going to build a bomb shelter cuz we are all Fed.

Funny how Michael Jackson's death today made me realize I could die today. I rarely think about death ever in my routines in life. Even when I talk to God, death never really crosses my mind.

Michael's death will equal about 1 million third world deaths in the sense of the coverage it will get. LOL. Media fail.

We need a TMZ for like third world countries. Where they don't follow celebrities but follow like everyday injustice and death. AOL won't own it.

3:24 AM - 12 views - add eprops - 1 comment - email it

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Would things have turned out differently?

So tomorrow I'm playing in my first Christian basketball tournament in....wow 4 years. The last time I played it was before I went to San Diego. I ended up hurting my back really bad to the point where I didn't exercise for over a year. I remember those days... it hurt to cough, to walk, even to sit on the can.

It was that pivotal huge fall on my back that ultimately played a huge role in where my life has shaped up today. Do I blame what happened to me on that tournament? I don't know, perhaps. A part of me does, I guess. But maybe it was my destiny? Perhaps I needed that very precise fall to shift my backbone out of place....to make me go through what I had to go through to find out how weak I truly am. Sometimes I wonder...what if... what if I could have been healthy in my time in San Diego.. what if.. I never went to that stupid basketball tournament.

But really...even if I didn't go.. even if I didn't injure my back... I'm sure I would have been injured somehow, or somewhere else. Perhaps walking down the street and getting hit by a car, or getting into a car accident. The point is...Lost is correct. Whatever happened, happened. I needed that back injury. If it wasn't the back injury, I would have never realized at this early age and stage of my life what deep problems and personal issues I had. I sometimes wonder if its a mind game to tell you the pain you went through has purpose. That God ultimately ordered those steps for you to take to somehow mold you and change you into the man he wants you to be. I think sometimes I honestly believe it and then sometimes I honestly think God is truly a sicko for doing something like that.

Its funny. Growing up my dad use to tell me I was special. He always had high hopes for me. It was something he would tell me a lot. Then there were the Christians who would tell me God had a special plan for me. And you know what? It actually made me think I was special. But it actually backfired. It made me arrogant. Their words did more harm than good. They allowed me to think I was truly special.. but the reality is I'm not. I'm not extraordinary.... but i'm actually extremely ordinary. I think for the past few years.. its taken a long time and a due process for me to accept this humbling knowledge.

I think everyone kind of thought I was the smart one, the special one and my brother was the trouble maker. How ironic how everyone had it wrong... that they actually had the roles reversed. And I am truly happy for him. Even though everyone didn't believe in him, and thought he wasn't special... he proved them wrong. Perhaps the words of condemnation, of discouragement, of telling you what you can't do..... actually gives you encouragement, motivation, and strength to prove others wrong. I wish people told me what I couldn't do....instead of what I could do. Perhaps I would have been a different person.... but I digress.

The back injury was one of many minor and major things and incidents that would ultimately lead to my downfall. A downfall I still am learning to grasp, attempt to manage, and somehow rise again from.

Perhaps playing in this basketball tournament tomorrow is a start to my ascension. Or it could be a horrific reminder of my downfall. I'm hoping for the first option.

2:36 AM - 32 views - 2 eprops - 2 comments - email it

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

So... I kind of like to write streams of consciousness. I am not a good writer but I have some ideas with a bit of fiction and non fiction mixed together. And I've witness and experienced a lot of ridiculous things and events. I will begin posting them in hope of one day getting a chance to create a show that is Seinfeld plus Southpark plus Dave Chapelle show plus Lost. That is all.

Test run.

BUT I’M A DR….

Soooooooooo today at work, our phone lines were pretty busy. I’m usually updating the inventory or doing some SEM stuff, but today since we were understaffed and what not so I decided to venture into the customer service world. Boy, oh boy… MY BAD. Customer service agents have it hard. They aren’t even treated like human beings. So mad respect to them for not like going nuts and shooting up their offices out of pure frustration and anger.

Hi you have reached……..com. This is Honest Pete speaking, how can I help you?

Yes… this is Dr. KAZFUKU, and I’m here inquiring about my order of ………….

I need to know why this has been taking so long. You need to help me right now.

Ok. May I please have your order number? It should start with a 6.

It is 63467.

Ok, sir let me look this up in our system. (Damn got like 15 windows open, and Firefox is running slow like a mother) Sorry sir our system is a little slow.

Well don’t put me on hold too long! I’m in between patients!

So eventually I look up this guy’s info and then find out that his order was just picked up by our carrier from the vendor and is currently in IL.

I relay this information to him. And he goes bezerk!

What?!? That is unacceptable. I want to talk to your manager. I had talked to someone from your company and they said it would get here by this time.

But sir… if you read our website it says the shipping can take up to 1 to 3 weeks. I don’t think anyone here gave you that information.

You calling me a damn liar?

No sir. But I am pretty sure no one gave you that information.

I AM IN BETWEEN PATIENTS! You don’t understand. I am a Dr. I don’t have time for your fuckin’ stupidity. I want to talk to your supervisor right away! Get me someone who can help me.

(LOL. This guy must think I’m an idiot from India doing cheap ass customer service for Dell.)

Sir, you need to calm down. I haven’t sworn at you, there’s no reason to use foul language. (Now it’s like talking to an 8 year old)

I am a Dr. I need to talk to your boss right away! The economy is bad and you aren’t helping me. There are 10 people waiting in line for your job, BUSTER! I will make sure one of them gets it!

(LOL what a fucker!)

Ok. Sir. I will transfer you to my manager.

I explain the whole crazy ass situation to the customer service manager and go on to my business doing the work I was suppose to be doing. Definitely frustrated and a little pissed.

5 Minutes later… my manager gets super pissed and says OH SO YOU WANNA PLAY THAT GAME?!

Now I’m thinking LOL LOL. What the hell is going on? What a crazy ass customer.

Eventually my manager gets super ticked off and eventually transfers him to my boss.

My manager starts iming me on our company chat about what an asshole that guy is.

So we decided to look up this DR KAZFUKU cuz we got his practice address. ONLY TO FIND OUT HE IS A MOTHER FING chiropractor.WE GOT YOU! POWNED CUZ OF GOOGLE YOU CHARLATAN!

While our boss is trying to calm the customer down because he is threatening a charge back and to get the better business bureau on our ass…. We start iming him!! HE’S A FAKE! IN BETWEEN PATIENTS MY ASS!

YOU BETTER HURRY HE NEEDS TO CRACK SOMEONE’S BACK!

My boss ims us while he’s talking with him… saying.. Sir, we looked you up and your profession is frowned upon by the medical institutions of the United States so please don’t pretend you are saving lives.

My boss is the smoothest talker in the world and eventually just cancels the order with that customer because we don’t need customers like him. We give him a full refund even though he’s a jackass.

However, my boss didn’t let him leave without somehow gently explains that the fact that he is a Dr. doesn’t matter in the retail world, and that he needs to stop using the fact that he is a Dr. to try and help benefit him in this situation. The world of online retail and of shipping carriers and freight carriers is one which there is equality for all. Dr. or not, your shit won’t get to you any faster.

Actually. That’s not quite true. If you are a Dr. you should have more money than the average person. So you probably could pay a lot more to ship something faster. But then again.. I guess it all comes down to…. Was he a real Dr.? Or was he like Dr. Seuss?

By the way. I don't hate Dr.'s I have a good friend who is a Dr.

Don't get me wrong. We need Dr.'s in the world. But we need more Dr. Dre's than Dr. Kazfuku's.

If you are a friend. PLEASE don't out where I work because I really like my job and don't want to get fired for writing semi truth posts about certain work experiences.

10:22 PM - 31 views - 4 eprops - 3 comments - email it

Monday, December 08, 2008

So my mom prepared this lovely dinner for me tonight. I got home from bball and there was all this yummy food to eat. I inhaled it. (The life of a mom is so hard. Go to work and go to work at home too! CRAZY MAD RESPECT and MORE APPRECIATION now that I come home from work go out or am usually tired and can only cook like 1 dinner a week for my family.... you gawd damn lazy mother Fer)

But on another note. It was around 10:30... I started getting hungry again. I was craving something... but I couldn't put my finger on it. I looked in the frig, I looked in the downstairs one.. . a lot of goodies... but not what I wanted.. I looked in the fruit basket outside... yum a lot of fruits... but not what I wanted.... and then it dawned on me....

I AM CRAVING A GAWD DAMN OVT BREAKFAST BURRITO.

The crave is back......... like a drug.

I know the chicken ciabatta sandwich is like my nicotine patch. It stops the crave for a while. But when you realize the workers burn your chicken, you realize....... the addiction is too real and just too strong.....

and so you go back to that gawd damn.. unhealthy breakfast burrito. filled with eggs tater tots, sausage and refried beans.

ahhhhhhh the races to the grill, people wouldn't believe the ovt grill closed at midnight. but I KNEW.... i would always run their first and order it. everyone else was walking slow and socializing after bball in rimac... but me... nooooooo.. no meal points in hand... but i was ordering it with no shame.

when people come in a lil late.. they get so mad that they aren't taking orders anymore. words expressed are "Fuck this!"..."I can't believe they are closed!", a part of you feels bad for them and a part of you laughs madly at them. They SHOULD have known! Oh... and then there's always the flirty girl who either coerces a weak feeble ovt worker with her looks and charm to get a last minute, closed order! or there's the male worker who doesn't succumb to superficial nonsense and adamantly says "We are closed!" Oh... yes that's right... Makeup and short shorts don't have POWER over every ovt worker!

But I digress.

The race to get my fix.... like the opposite of cinderella...sprinting to not leave but to get to the grill line before the strike of midnight!

i've fought it for so long now........but i succumb once again.. i just need to visit SD and get someone to swipe me one......... and the urge will be dormant........ for another 6 months. then the cycle will be over... if only i wasn't born this way... with this..... chemical imbalance... with this desire....... GOD!!!?!?! out of all things to be addicted to?!!? why not drugs, facebook, cigarettes, united live worship music or porn...... why the infamous OVT BREAKFAST BURRITO!

i know this though. i'm not alone. i may be predisposed to this... but i know there is freedom in Christ. the urge may never die, but the will to act on that urge can... but not by my own power. OVT BREAKFAST BURRITO... you don't own me anymore.

For everyone who got me to get the Super Quesadilla or the Wave. I thank you for your support. It has meant the world to me and I couldn't have gone through it without you. Thanks from the bottom of my heart.

1:52 AM - 39 views - 6 eprops - 4 comments - email it

Next 5 >>