It's That Time Again!

Hello World! I would just like to say that I am back and back to blogging. And here you are asking, "Allan, why would you start up your blog again? Is it because you're going to go away to Europe in 1 week and decided that it was a good time to start? Was it because you felt like you needed something to vent of to when there's no one else to talk to? Or maybe because you just saw Julie & Julia at the movies today and decided what the heck?" YES, SURE, and Maybe... =P

To be completely honest, it takes a long time to start up a blog again. I was reading some of the other stuff that i've written and its just rambles. But i guess a blog is to have your own little space to talk about your life. I'm trying to figure out what to do these next 7 days, I know that i have things planned, (Football, SF, Dinner), it's just that i want to spend it with the friends and people i care about.

I tend to tell a lot of people this but i think i am very lucky to have the friends i have. Probably the reason why is that i have a mixture of all different kind of friends. Not a lot of people can say that. It's nice to have friends that you can play board games with, and friends that you can party with as well. You know you have some real friends when they can do imitations of you, and to all those who know who you actually are, Thank you.

I guess i'll finish up my blog for the day saying I'm going to TRY to blog atleast twice a month while i'm there and try to put up a couple of cool pictures. Pictures like the one i just uploaded. Sure, it's probably not the coolest picture you've seen in your life, but it reminds me of a bird or something.

Til next time kids!

It's Been a While... (I've Lost Touch)

It's been a while that's for sure. I haven't blogged since Obama St. Probably because everything since that day has been kinda hectic and crazy. Been in a car accident, moved back home, started to just wonder where my life was taking me. The year of the Ox? Tiger? W/E year it maybe, they said that i would have 3 good months, 4 normal ones, and 5 bad ones... and just like that, February sure sucked ass... I mean it wasn't all bad, but if i were to weigh turning in my application to Denmark (which has about a 90% pass they said), to having poor poor Gwen taken from me, it was about the same... now that i think about it. The trip is going to cost me about as much as my car did. Isn't that a trip...

Anywho, I moved from San Fran mainly because i hated living in that gawd-awful hole of a room in some strangers place, only to find the reason i moved out in the first place. But i guess saving 600 bucks and getting nagged at by my folks is better than getting nagged at and having 600 bucks go down the drain by the landlord isn't so bad. The worst thing about coming back here, in my honest opinion, is the way i feel used. Not really by friends or anything, by my so called "siblings". It's crazy to say this, but to them, I'm the quiet one, the one that doesn't talk at the dinner table, the one that seems to just drift on by and maybe once in a while be of some use to them. And yet, they look at me like I'm some sort of failure. They use me and the now truck that i have, act all nice, then talk crap behind my back. Man i hate how ugly people can be. My niece, who is an awkward one at that, who actually knows me for who i am, was telling me how my sister and her husband think im going to fail in life. Now isn't that funny, the one that is going to college, the one that is doing something more with his life than cutting hair all day, going to fail in life? Don't even say that bullshit to me. I'm not angry at them, because all they see is a boy who whittles away in his room while everyone else is outside, the one that never seem to do anything besides go on his computer. I'm not mad, I've just lost touch.

I went to San Francisco looking for something. This something i didn't really know what. I met some real genuine people, thinking that might help with what i was looking for. Don't get me wrong, i have some great people in my life like my friends and their as genuine as the blue sky. It's just... I dunno... I'm beginning to think that no matter how far i go, i don't think its something you find, maybe its something i'm going to have to accept.

I've had this stupid feeling stuck in my brain for a long ass time, it doesn't seem to be going away. Is this how you felt? To blind by the act, to just let things go? To immature to see what was front of you that you just had to keep looking behind? I need this ghost to go away, it's eating me from the inside.

Denmark should be fun, I just need to send them my picture in the mail to fully complete my acceptance crap. I have a lot of midterms to study for and spring break is just beyond the horizon. Hopefully that will get my mind off of things.

Obama Street

I thought this was pretty clever... This street that i work on was originally Bush St.
They did it all down the city... now that's dedication...

Glad to be back....

I'm actually happy to be back in SF... Not because i had a horrible time in Davis, quite the opposite in fact because i had a blast there just hanging out with random people and friends of course. I guess i'm just happy to be back to the regular pattern of my life. I don't really have anything much else to say besides i'm glad haha. Until next time kiddies...

It's been a long week... and it's Wednesday!

Here i sit, watching Napoleon Dynamite, I always find myself watching this show half way, and then not finishing it. This might be the night i actually finish it. Well, maybe this will end up like Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I mean this in the sense that i watched the movie over and over thinking i've never finished it just to realize that it has the dumbest ending ever, it doesn't answer all the questions, and tries to end even though nothing really gets solved. I really hope that doesn't happen to me again.

This had been a pretty crazy week, not the most pleasant that's for sure. I've been working three 8-hour shifts, and tomorrow i have a seven hour shift. It's not really the hours that are bothering, i think it might just be me worrying about school. I really just want to finish up this semester, apply to study abroad, then hopefully get that show on the road haha. Tomorrow should be an end of a rough week and hopefully the start of something fun, off to davis! There's nothing to really do in davis but i guess going somewhere different and hanging out with friends is better than hanging out all by yourself in SF.

Anywho, i think it must be nice being a person that doesn't seem to work for anything but seems to always get their way. It just has to make you wish that the story of the turtle and the hare comes true. Of course i don't want to wish bad things for lazy ass people, but it wouldn't hurt for the people to work hard get theirs you know? But i guess at the end of the day, none of that really matters because what defines you isn't what you get in life... ok i'll stop haha... I think i'll finish Napoleon and go to bed... PEACE!

Let's play a game...

...lets call it "be yourself". The rules are simple, whenever you see someone you feel like impressing or fond of, you just be yourself and not crave for their attention by making fun of others or being jealous of a certain person for their better features. It's fun, trust me.



It's fun being a barista at starbucks. You just stand there and take people's orders or you make their drinks. It's easy, well kinda hard, but once you get the hang of it and when things don't go wrong, its a good job. I've heard that a lot of other starbucks have sucked ass because of the managers and the people there, but for the most part, my starbucks closes early (8PM) and the managers as nice as there comes (she often calls people honey,darling, or sugar, shes from alabama). What i find most appealing is how the people who i've started to remember as my regulars have learned my name as i've learned theirs. We don't have name tags, nor do we have things that tell us our name to the customers, but some how they manage to find out. It's easier for me just because i just ask them for their name when i write down their drinks or in my lucky case, i work right next to a hospital so everyone pretty much has a name tag. It's a pretty lax job and once you get used to waking up early, the rest of the day after that is all yours to enjoy however you please. (I usually just take a nap).

Something that i'm going to try to work on this year will probably give relationships a chance. I guess i've been trying to delay the fact that i wasn't really done having whatever relationship i had before. But i guess now is a better time to try than any. Being bitter was something that i was good at, making excuses was something that i prided myself on. Now, im hoping things are going to change because i'm going to try and change. I know i know, i'm very picky with my girls, but is it really that hard to find a girl that is more interesting to talk to than a brick wall? I highly doubt it, i have standards, but they're not impossible. Guess only time will tell. PEACE!

MY FAVORITE COLOR IS FUCHSIA

It might be hard for some people to see, but I'm a creature of habit. I go through the day, thinking of what i can do with my life. I seem to always have that frame of mind in which if there is nothing to do, go out there and find something. The times that i don't seem to have anything better to do than drive back and fourth from San Francisco to San Jose, i find myself thinking excessively about the people in my life and how much they actually might know me. From the habits that i have, to the things that i like, to the people i respect and hold dear. I guess somethings are left for wonder of course but in my opinion, until i find a conclusive enough reason to change what i'm doing i will stay this creature of habit and just do my thing and mind my own business, because hey, if you really want to know something that badly, just go out there and ask. And if you don't feel like asking that badly, it might just not be worth it at all. It's a lot of rambling i know, i really should think of things to talk about but this thing is mainly for me, because to be honest, who actually reads this? lol... I know for a solid fact that if i started saying everytime i posted that i loved the color fuchsia instead of the color red and then went and asked people what my favorite color was, 10/10 people would probably say red. Well that's all folks, i leave you with a picture that i thought was very... efficient. ENJOY