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Well as July 1st approached, I am in the market for a headset for my phone. Come July 1st a California law takes affect in which I'm required to use a headset while driving and talking on my celly.

Problem is, I lost my old headset, the ones with the dongle hanging on the side with a plug at the end. Yeah i feel like james bond when i put it on, anyway I went to the store the other day and couldn't find any. What gives!!? Granted I have a 5 year old phone that function like an old beat up vw but still what gives!!

First they tell me that my phone is causing brain damage, cancer, and lord knows what else is growing on the side of my head maybe an illegitimate brain!! wait that's my other head down there, anyway where was i? oh yeah the dang bluetooth thing-oma-bob, all they had at the store was this thing called bluetooth headsets. Yeah those cool looking thing that sticks on the side of the ear, making people look like a cyborg or letter alone putting the borg to shame, yes resistant is futile damn it but i dont want a freakin bluetooth headset, my phone doesn't support it, i just want a plain old dongle headset.

Crap i've seen people walking around with the bluetooth stuck to their ears jibber jabberin’ or what not, what i find funny is that even with some research stating that wireless devices could cause brain problems they are freakin sticking more wireless shiet onto their heads!! i saw a big buff guy with a dinky little stub on his ear and i am like, oh my freakin lord!!! he reminds me of the big buff dude in venice beach walking what seem to be a poor excuse for a third world dog, a tiny enny weenie pup. And when he opened his mouth to speak into his wireless headset, he sounded like mickey mouse!!! look at me, i'm girlie man and i'm cool. If you're gonna be cool about it, at least get a freaking dongle at least that'll make you look like a god dang cia dude!!!

anyway, enough of my ranting hopefully i could find a dongle headset before July 1st.

Tags: Cell Phone

I was born in the khmer year of 1973 in the khmer province of battambong in khmerbodia. I lived through the khmer rouge moving around from khmerbodia to the khmer border of khmerthailand. There I lived in a khmer-UN camp called khmerKao I Dang. Being a khmer refugee and escaping the ravages of the khmer rouge, I was fortunate enough to be sponsored by the khmer-International Catholic Migration Commission and they set our family up with a khmer family in the khmer state of Utah. There our khmerness family arrived in the khmer calendar year of 1981. We arrived during the khmer winter of 1981 which was very harsh. We did not know or have ever felt what a khmer winter storm was so upon our unloading of the khmer-pan am plane we were issued khmer hooded jackets.

We struggled through the harsh khmer winter in Utah and when spring finally arrived we were able to start planting our khmer vegetables and other goodies. We grew khmer lemon grass, khmer chili, khmer basil, khmer plums, khmer apples, khmer lemon you name it, we had it all. We had khmer food on a daily basis. We didn’t goto the khmer safeway store much because our welfare checks did not cover all the expenses. To make ends meet, my khmer father bought himself a khmer floor freezer and on khmer Saturday and khmer Sunday we would load ourselves in the khmer mobile and off to the khmer lake for some fishing. We brung back large khmer buckets full of fish and dumped them in the khmer freezer. This sustained us through the meager khmer years.

Hope you have a khmer great day!!

Tags: My Khmerness

I am 35 going on 16….

 

Have you ever wondered why so many refugees reduced their real age?  My dad who is really 60 but reduced it to 55 tried explaining it to me once.  The conversation went something like this:

 

Me:  Dad, why did you reduce your age?

Dad: Well, it’s because when we applied for refugee status, the host country look at our application, they would want to see someone who is young and productive.  Also, we could attend the school if our age is younger.

 

Me:   Okay, that explains it.

 

Well really it did not explain much but rather threw my 10 year old brain for another loop.  Often, I would try and remember two different birthdates, one being the document form, and the other actual birth date guaranteed to be correct to the best of my parents’ knowledge, which wasn’t saying much considering the traumas they went though during the great purge of the 70’s.  They would tell me that I was born somewhere between Friday night and Saturday morning and the actually day and time was never confirmed.  Every time the topic came about I’d get an hour lecture from both on which day I was born.  It never occurred to me how important documents were until this subject came about.

 

So in school a friend would ask what my birthday was and I would explain to them that I have two birthdates.  Their puzzled look only brought me more frustration as I hesitantly reveal my documented birthday.

 

I also had a horrible time meeting the opposite sex.  I was terribly shy.  So what was a shy guy have to do, well I’d goes to the trusty local paper and read the horoscope.  I wanted to see if I’d have a good chance to meet a gal and the horoscope would say my perfect match was Virgo or a Gemini or an Aquarius and that today would be a good day, but only if I was going with my documented birth sign and not my actual birth sign.  What I would do was pick the birth date that gave me the best chance.  It was cheating but still gave me a little boost to overcome my shyness.

 As time dragged on, values and tradtion changed.  I still use my documented birthday only for official business, but would do everything else on my actual birthday, reading horoscope included.  Thank goodness I'm 16 but no really, i'm actually 34 or was it 35?  I forget.

Tags: I Am 35 Going On 16

Hi everyone, and a terrific Tuesday to all.

Alright, he's the deal. I am going to start working on this thread and model after FDR's fire side chat.

Everyone is welcome to join in. Each day there will be different topics and anyone can suggest a topic for discussion. There is much a do about nothing, so why not enjoy ourselves while we're at it.

First discussion is Costco, a major warehouse retailer here in the states.

A while back, maybe 10 years or so, I'm dating myself here, Costco was not very popular. Due to the fact that one would need to buy items in bulk. Bulk buying wasn't an "in" thing to do. Having to sign up for membership wasn't all that grand either. The American public shunned bulk buying as Costco was left to wholesalers who signed up to pay for membership privileges that they couldn't leave home without. It was to be avoided at all cost. Jokes sprang out from it such as, you know you're asian cause you have 20 cases of toilet paper that you got from Costco at your house etc etc

Strap yourself in a time machine and forward to 4/22/08, when its earth day and everything seem green. The plights of the birds are no where to be seen, and what does this have anything to do with Costco? Absolutely nothing!! haha

Anyhow, back to the topic. Yes, Costco, that big orange box super warehouse, the store that I can no longer avoid, whether the line, the parking or the $1.50 hot dog and drinks, its there staring you in the face and sucking you in.

Now shoppers clamor there like lemmings, parading their loaded basket through myriad maze of products from oversized tv's to ipod mini's. There are sample stations galore, where one can get a treat and test out products before they buy. I saw a man with one item in his gigantic cart, but a collection of sample lay on top of the item. It seem as though he was there just for the sample, I don't know. But these people are lining up, causing huge cart jams, trampling over children on their way for a tiny morsel of said "free sampled" products.

Where have we gone? Where are all our manners? Where are our sanity and common sense and decency and shame?

I went there again yesterday to look for a bag of rice, I have been hearing about rice rationing and global shortage of rice. Alas, when I stumbled upon two empty pallets, all I saw was spilt grains of rice strewn across the floor as though they were victims of melee. I look to my right and saw a lady with 3 bags of the sought after Thai Jasmine from Thailand I suppose and I wanted to asked her for a bag, but her guarded look appealed to my hesitant mouth, all I could think was, damn her, she got there before I!!! As they say the early bird gets the worm.

This rendition played over and over again at other Costco stores as my coworker told of their rice buying adventures. Costco, the warehouse that I can't live without.