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Name: Camel
Country: United States
State: New York
Gender: Male
Interests: Tee hee hee
Expertise: I'm a cunning linguist...
Occupation: Computer related
Industry: Computers (Internet)
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Member Since:
8/17/2002
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| man oh man, been a wong wong time since I wote here.
Same ol shit going on....I'm embroiled in this mess at work. I have to set up a nice little server based environment running Citrix in about a month or two. Trouble is, they signed this deal into effect but printing will be a serious biatch. Basically in a nutshell, we need to establish full blown private networks with other places in order for this printing to work. Most of these admins at other sites are rather comatose and would rather shit in their pants than change their environment for something like printing. Well, what's done is done. We shall see what happens....
Oh I know I'm gonna sound like fruit for saying this, but vote Katherine McPhee on American Idol....*squeals like a girl*
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| Christ almighty, just when you thought it was safe to venture outside, they're BACK!
I'm talking about the annoying gaggle of ricans that live upstairs. All they ever do is hang out on the stairs, laugh, run around, smoke weed, shout, litter, spit, fuck (yes fuck ON the stairs), etc.
I'm walking down to toss the trash the other night and three of them were sitting on the stairs. Instead of getting up and walking down to give me room, they just sat there like they owned the fucking stairs. GODDAMN it I wanted to kick them down the steps. But then again if you scream at them, you'll end up facing all of them - like the whole friggin army. God give me strength... | | |
| So just as I was about to forget the topic of Imette St. Guillen's murder, we have another murder on our hands. A certain Broderick John Hehman of NYU College Arts and Science walked out of the 125th Street Metro North station one glorious night gabbing on his cell phone. He was there to see a friend they said. Little did he realize while on his phone, he was slowly being stalked by a gang of at least 5 black kids. Two ran ahead of him and walked back towards him while three others tailed him. As he stooped over to give a dollar to a homeless man, one demanded: YO WHERE'S MY DOLLAR?! Hehman was then punched in the face and grabbed from behind. He was brutally pummelled. One eyewitness called Crimestoppers and said they were yelling "Get Whitey!" Somehow he broke free from the tangle and in his desperation to get away from his tormentors, ran into traffic on 125th and Park and was hit by a car. Days later he was pronounced dead at Harlem Hospital.
While it is again sad and tragic that idiots like this are roaming the streets preying on the innocent, we should remember that unless they are forcefully removed we should never let our guards down. You simply cannot emerge from a train station, especially in a place like East Harlem, and keep your head in the clouds, yakking on an expensive cell phone and flashing money publicly. Helping the homeless is one thing, but self-preservation is another. Not in this day and age, not EVER. I cannot for the life of me understand why folks continue to succumb to basic mistakes like this. Maybe it's cause I actually live in the ghetto and grew up knowing exactly what a mugging feels like. Maybe it's because these are kids of privilege and affluence? They never had to face what I face? Maybe they're too naive?
Some people will blast me and say I'm blaming the victim for just being who they are. They might say, WHY can't we have the right to walk and talk on a cell phone in a rough neighborhood? It's our God given right!
I'm not blaming them really because most of the time it really isn't their fault. Their upbringing is sometimes drastically different from most of us. They might have never had to face a gang of thugs, or the edge of a knife or had to stare down the business end of a .38 pistol. No, they were lucky in their own way. Perhaps it should have been the parents', peers', guardians' responsibilities to train and teach them how to respond to different environments. Just like the Army. You walk in a citizen but you come out a soldier.
Hehman needed the proper tools and training to readily adapt or respond to stressful situations. Without them, he's no more than a green apple walking into the mouth of lion. Unless we forcefully remove the threat, we are always in a state of danger. There's no guarantee we would all survive, but at least in the end we can say we did all we could. But for Hehman to die like this, like a piece of roadkill....not this...not this way. | | |
| Oops, got caught staring before. Some girl, sports a bullseye on her back, tramp stamp, bac-tat, california license plate etc etc. Was bending over and I just happen to turn around and walk in the same direction when bam I got mesmerized by that thing. Sucked me right in like a friggin tractor beam. Then she looked at me and sorta frowned. Oh well...perhaps I should wear shades at work, or maybe those funny glasses with fake eyeballs. Hides them beady lil' chinese eyes better. | | |
| siiiiiiiiiiiiigh, so effing bored......gow meng ar....hooooo lun moon ar....zzzzz
Been having too much sushi these few days...I gotta lay off that shit. I'm starting to speak Japanese and I'm developing a strange fetish for girls in schoolgirl outfits. Osu! | | |
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