Tuesday, January 23, 2007

25 RULES OF WISDOM

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i got this off a buddy's blog......truth follows...


1- Even the boss must get his fingernails dirty.
Don't make the people under you do things you haven't done or aren't willing to do. Once in a while, I'll go out into the field with a trusted capo of mine to send a message to my crew. If you're a leader, then lead by example. How can anyone argue with you then?

2- A handful of luck is better than a mountain of wisdom.
Okay, this one isn't Sal's or mine for that matter, but it's still an important rule. As smart as you can be, there are always things in life you have to be prepared for. Even a wise man can slip on ice. Don't underestimate the power of being at the right place at the right time.

3- For every one word you say, let your enemies say 10.
Sort of like Rule 8 (you'll see it soon, shut up), but I like to emphasize this point by saying that the more you reveal to your enemy, the more weapons he has to hurt you with. Let your enemy talk because information is power, and information can destroy.

4- Cash is cash, even if it comes from an elephant's stomach.
When you have greenbacks in your hands, there are no maybes, no ifs, no credit checks, no anything. A check can always bounce, a credit card is for suckers, cash is always cash (which is why my establishments only accept hard currency).

5- Never reveal 100% of anything to anyone.
If you have a great idea on how to become a millionaire, or how to convince the IRS that you really did only make $18,542 as a dental surgeon, never tell anyone all the details of your plan. Always hold something back, reveal only 75% or 90% of the plan if you have to. It protects you (especially if that last 10% is illegal) and ensures that your great idea stays yours .

6- Never make a decision when you're angry.
Smart, careful men realize they must have a clear head to think. When you're angry, it's your boiling bloodlines that speak for you, not your logic. Control your emotions. This is one of the most important rules there is. When you're angry, you make threats you often can't deliver on, or decisions you come to regret. Don't say I didn't warn you.

7- A man is nothing without his word.
One of the few things even a poor man has is his word. Your word should never be broken. Always keep your promises (you should never make promises, but I know how some of you clowns can't stop yourselves). The minute someone doesn't trust you is the minute you lose them.

8- Keep your mouth shut. If you have to lie, keep it short and simple.
If you don't have anything smart to say, don't say anything at all. Even if you have something to say, don't say it, you just end up revealing something to the other person, giving them more ammo to shoot you with. If your mouth stays shut, mistakes go the way of the dinosaurs.

If you lie, there's no use in you coming up with some conspiracy theory. A short and sweet lie is easier to defend (and remember) than some elaborate story about how some transvestite got lipstick on your tie.

9- The best way to dodge an enemy's bullet is by never being in a position where he can hit you.
Don't put yourself in a position where you can get in trouble. Avoid being put between a rock and a hard place. Never be in the same room with your enemy and he'll never have a clear shot at your head.

10- When you can't win a war by playing fair, bend the rules. Better yet, break them.
Unless you're some salame who's as motivated as a slug, you always want to win. Winning doesn't mean you have to play by the rules. It means winning. If you want to get ahead in life, you have to learn the rules of the side game. Those who run this country learned this rule a long time ago.

11- Never forgive betrayal.
Never.

12- Whenever you're in doubt about whether an enemy should respect or fear you, always choose fear.
Respect is great, fear is better. Machiavelli made this one famous. Fear is a better deterrent than respect; fear will stop an enemy in his tracks more than respect will.

13- A woman's anger can always be subdued with a diamond ring (and a man's with sex).
Is this a sexist rule? Who gives a damn? If a woman gets a diamond, she should shut up and be happy (it worked for our grandfathers, it should work for us). As long as my wife doesn't change, this rule will always apply with me. For men, I always tell my crew: A good night with a mistress will clear your head.

14- Behind every great man is a great woman.
Just because I tell you to follow Rule 13, doesn't mean that you should disrespect your wife. You need the stability of a great woman to be great. A man without a family can never be a complete man. A mediocre wife will always stop you from fulfilling your potential.

15- Nothing lasts forever.
Whether it's love, good fortune, success in business, your looks, or your hair, nothing lasts forever. This one is self-explanatory.

16- Never give a tip to someone who isn't looking.
Whether you're in a bar being served by a hot waitress or giving a stock tip to someone at your office, don't give a big tip if -- a) the waitress isn't even looking at you or going to know it's from you; or, b) the idiot you're giving the hot stock tip to doesn't even have an investment account or a clue what Nasdaq is.

17- If you go to war, always strike first. Strike hard, and hope it's the only strike you need.
When a conflict or fight is inevitable, always strike the first blow. You will knock your enemy off balance, and if your blow was strong enough, you could knock your enemy out completely.

18- Peace is only a prelude to war.
Never be complacent. Just because everything is going great in your life now, doesn't mean it always will. Always be ready for the worst, even if you don't live as though the worst is actually happening to you.

19- Have a priest on call if you choose to be a careless man.
If you're not careful, or at least cautious in your actions or words, you're doomed to make your wife a widow or torpedo your career.

20- When in doubt, follow your gut.
Instincts were given to us so that we can make a decision when all the elements in a decision-making process aren't obvious. Listen to your gut, it'll save you more often than it'll hurt you.

21- Man appoints, God disappoints.
I never quite understood what this meant. Sal used to say it all the time, and I would just nod my head even if I didn't know what he was trying to say. I don't even think Sal knew what it meant. Still, it sounds good.

22- Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.
People always misunderstand this saying. It doesn't mean you have to be best friends with your enemy, it just means you should do everything in your power to keep tabs on your enemy. Have someone you trust in his organization. Know his moves, predict his thoughts, and capitalize on his weaknesses.

23- Overestimate the time something takes, and underestimate its rewards.
Even the best plans sometimes don't come to fruition (yeah, big word, I know). Most of the time, we have to work to get something, and that means being patient. Overestimating the work and underestimating the reward will never leave you disappointed.

24- To make money, you have to spend money.
I hate greasing all these corrupt politicians, but most of the time, I makes me 10 times more money as a result. Don't be afraid to spend money if it will bring you more. Take a loan at the bank if you have a great idea for a business. Pay a good employee a decent salary. Pay for expert advice. If you are a smart businessman, you will always come out on top.

25- Lucky is the man who suffers humiliation in front of others, for his revenge will be sweeter.
If someone ever embarrasses you, make sure he gets a good laugh; make sure people see this embarrassment because the memory will eat at you until you get your revenge. Too often, people don't retaliate when they're humiliated. Raise the stakes, and you'll have no choice but to return with a vengeance.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Mr. Policare

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Man life is crazy....and man how time passes so quickly...

Well I was doing a Google search on my name (damn I'm fuckin egotistical aren't I? haha)...and something I wrote a few years back came up.  It was on the Bishop Amat website and it was a dedication page to the life of Mr. Charles Policare.

Man this guy...he was always grumpy...but so frickin hilarious and awesome.  I seriously can't NOT smile when I think of him and the memories...ahh...

so here's what I wrote back in August 2003 after his passing...

Mr. Charles Policare, whether he knew it or not, was one of the few people to mentor me during my final two years at Amat. I was fortunate enough to be in his AP English Comp. & Lit. class my junior year. I woke up Saturday morning, the day of his passing, to the sound of the telephone ringing. I could not believe my ears: "Mr. Policare's gone..." For a moment I was shocked, but some part of me didn't want to believe it was true. It wasn't until the next evening during a song at Mass that it suddenly hit me...it was truly heartbreaking. As a teacher, he was genuinely concerned for his students' well-being, and that, ultimately, they learn something in the classroom. He loved to kid with you and be your friend, yet he earned your respect as a man and a teacher. I remember standing at the podium in class and reading an essay aloud. When I was finished he heckled me for using too much "balderdash." He nagged the entire class not to use "balderdash" in our work and to write assertively..."I know," not "I think." "It is," not "Perhaps." My senior year, I saw him almost as much as I did the previous year, though he was no longer my teacher or counselor. He was just "a guy" I seemed to run into all the time and we would talk about anything...or at least he would listen to whatever I had to tell him or ask him about. I will always remember the way he said "hoat doags" and "coaffee" in a New "Joisey" accent. I will remember how he, along with Mr. Daniel Valdez, challenged me to a push-up contest to get me ready for my summer visit to West Point....the thing is he actually got down on the floor and pumped out 20, right then and there. All in all, he was a teacher who just happened to be your "average Joe." Yet something about him made him so wonderful and special. WE ALL will love you, miss you, and remember you. Our hearts and prayers go out to you, Mr. Policare. Chris A. Zambrano -- Class of 2002

 

 Charles Policare

Monday, January 16, 2006

17 years gone

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Today marks the 17th's anniversary of my Grandma Lupe's passing.  Man it's crazy thinking back being four years old laying on the couch having my grandma be there with me every weekday morning, haha at my every command...what a little cute bastard i was.  Man she loved me....I miss her and I know my mom does too.

I thank God for the short time I had her in my life, I know how much she loved me, and I pray that she has been resting in paradise with our Lord.

See ya when I get there grandma.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Greek God

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hahaha, found this little charm somewhere on myspace...oh man, entertainment....

 

I am a greek god.  I go to frat parties. I love to fight. I especially love to fight GDIs. I think if GDIs were cool, that they would have rushed a frat in the first place. I most are jealous of my social life. I know that I am more fun and can party harder than any GDI. I am exclusive. I run mixers. I am the brains behind spring break. I am the reason road trips exist. I hope you enjoyed my party last weekend. I can recite the greek alphabet before the fire of a match burns out. I can rattle off my founding fathers as well as my fraternity obligations, but don’t know the words to my school song or my history professors last name. I don’t go to class. I never study. I devise elaborate schemes to cheat on my exams. I don’t buy books. I have a low GPA. I have an endless supply of doctor notes from the campus health center. I am thankful that my frat brothers will get me a job after I graduate, because I know I can’t get one on my own. I drink because I’m cool. I drink a lot because I’m cooler than you. I serve alcohol to minors. I urinate in public. I have keg parties and do keg stands. I am the master of all drinking games. I own you in quarters. I’ve never had to drink in the game “I never.” If I cant find my beer bong, I know I can get one next door. I don’t binge drink, I continually drink. I have a pre party for the pre party. I can dance, especially when I’m drunk. I wear my letters. I billboard my letters on sweatshirts. Most of my wardrobe is frat party shirts. I wear long sleeved shirts under my short sleeved shirts. I tuck in the front and let the back hang out. My hair is a mess (not anymore), yet totally in style. I sometimes don’t shave for weeks at a time. Ladies love me, but more importantly I know, ladies love me. I don’t wear condoms cause they don’t feel as good. I believe that a girl gives up her right to say no if she is at a party with us after 1:30 am. I am shady. I will cock block if I have to. I don’t care about what girls say. I only care about my brothers and myself. I will say anything to get a girl in bed. I will say even more to get a freshmen girl into bed because I know she will believe me. I am a player and I do crush a lot. I am often loud and obnoxious. I think living among rodents builds character. I love the smell of old beer in the carpet. I leave the seat up. I don’t clean up after myself. I put on a great front for parent’s weekend. No one can see through me. I know every word to every song by Willie Nelson, David Allen Coe, and Jerry Jeff Walker. I will sing them for you if you haven’t picked up by the end of the night. I cant remember my parents home phone number, but I know every digit to their calling card. I haze my pledges. I make them eat, drink, and do things that you would not imagine. I make them clean my house. I emotionally scar them for life. I abuse them physically. I make them cry. I call them pussies. I later call them brother if they don’t de-pledge along the way. I know hell week. I am everything wrong in America. I am everything you wish you could be. You want it, I live it. I AM A GREEK GOD.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

NO MORE DQ biotches!

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Thank the Lord Jesus Almighty!  I am off of disqualification, and not only that, but in good standing...

WEIRD!

cuz I worked my ass off only in two classes last quarter....Spring 05...best GPA out of all my 3 years here at cal poly.  haha funny shit.  But yea, maybe I'll give the full effort thing a go, ey?  Might just work out for me.

So yea, SUMMER 05 quarter, I can now enroll...and am...bout to drop a G like a true G right now.  haha.  oh man, super hyper and delerious.  But yea, now I'm taking OOP in ECE 256, and MAT 216.  Was gonna take statics/dynamics ME 217, but fuq dat, I 'll save it till later.  Plus the teacher was whack.

Yesssss!

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Time and time again...

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Man, I just don't know.  Why did I allow myself to get so close?  Like really...I see the end...I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.  Three whole years...mostly wasted.  Why has it taken me so long?  Was I really burnt out or was that some lameshit excuse?  I think it was bullshit.  Maybe I did need time to sort things out.  But fuck...three long fucking years!

I always "learn my lesson" but never does it stay in my head...the stress and insanity I put myself through...I always forget it.  I never remember to learn my lesson.  Now if I pull through once again...will I have learned?  I don't want to even think if I don't pull through.  Then life will just be shit.  I will have let down the people I love and myself, duh.  Does all this rambling do me any good?  I don't even know if me writing this will have any bearing on whether or not I remember...or learn my lesson...or just stop being a spoiled lazy piece of shit.

Oh whatever I do things my way.

There I go again with the humor.  It's so not the time.

Sunday, May 22, 2005

Pi Kappa Alpha Formal

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Okay, so this past weekend was my Fraternity, Pi Kappa Alpha's 6th annual Spring Formal - 2005 Fireman's Ball - at the Golden Nugget in Las Vegas. Sin City biotch...whatchu know about a three-peat? It was good muthafunkin times. I had a blast with Kelli, F.E.I. and the bros...good shit.

Traffic was a biotch liotch cuz I left like at 4 on Friday with kellz...once we got past the 215, it was mostly a breeze though. So we got into LV around 9, checked in, super tired as hell cuz I knocked out on my bed for about 5 mins. But what the hell for right? Screw sleep! Got hungry and went to go grub at this random downtown hotel and this sports bar that was called 777 or something..it was super a crossbreed between BJ's (setting/brewery) and TGIFridays (servers' uniforms). But yea we were getting mad cuz we were hungry and service took long and it was late and we didn't wanna be late for the Boozefest....but man all of us were pleased with the grubbage. Me and Kelli shared a rack of ribs..holy shit it was huge...and the meat just slid off the bone, it was soooo juicy...haha like 3 times more meat than bone like it SHOULD be. but yea....then onto the partying....went up to the two story suite with my fellow FEI's...tite shit! Gotta love gettin blamed for breaking glass although it was anotha bro..ah well. But yes, good times were had. GOT WASTED.

Next day, woke up in a daze at 1 cuz stupid Lab opened the curtains! haha damn you! but yea, got up and went to the Rio Carnival Buffet. That was the shiiiiiiiet! Got so full I yakked. REALLY. I frickin ralphed. hahahaha, so yea, I now know the Olivas feeling of yakking from too much food. Then went to the Fashion Show Mall...that was dope cuz I left Kelli to get her makeup done at Nordy's and then I went to peruse the mall....went to Regis to buy some dope Hair Wax...makes my hair fuckin tite....then in the middle of the mall the floor rises and theres suddenly a stage and catwalk with fuckin hotass models. dopeness. So yea, then Formal happened. Good ass times....some BS awards...haha, and then more dopeness. I was a funny junior emcee some say, so thats good to know. Drank some fuckin whiskey on the rocks, a few glasses of rum and coke...in my brand new Fireman's Ball bourbon glass...and some burrr....hell yee...got plastered. Good times with my baby. Oh yea did i mentioned I looked fucking pimp...well we both looked fuckin hott. Whatchu know bout hottest couple. haha.

Today, went to the Monte Carlo, then to Circus Circus and I got some dome..i mean...we went to the AdventureDome. haha that was dope...oh yea and the carnival level of the casino. it was the tits. Then it was already 4 and super late so we came home. Finally got back like at 930...so we we went to Olive Garden...got dressed outside back into my tux and kelli back into her dress...haha.. and pimpwalke up into the restaurant for a late night monthaversary cuisine! (happy 5 months baby!)

Man my fuckin pink vest/candycane tie was the shit.

Oh yea Kelli looked hott too! teeehee!

anyway good frickin times and now back to school....suuuux

ahh well...gotta finish up the year...two more weeks and then finals nukkas!