I was just thinking about how lucky I am. Throughout my life, it seems that my moms budget rose as I grew older.

I remember when i was four years old, or at least, I remember stories my mom told me, about how I used to see a piece of candy at the super market. At that time, it was fifty cents or so for a little bag of it. I would ask for it, and my mom had to sit me down and tell me how she needed the money for other things, but she promised she would buy it for me later on. Or she would check the change in her pocket and see if she could squeeze that extra fifty cent and buy it for me. She always did things to make me happy.

And as I progressed in age, of course, my wanting of things increased in value. In the beginning, it was 5.99 for a toy, then hitting the second grade, it was thirty bucks of a nintendo game. And after that, 79.99 for a pair of nike's, 199.95 for a new bike... and it progressed higher and higher through the ranks of higher technology, bigger gadgets, and now it seems, my car.

Sadly, no, this blog isn't about my car, but about how my mom always just manages to squeeze me into her budget. It's more of how to gauge how far along we've come and how well my mom is doing. Yes. She works very hard. She has been since the days of 50 cent bags of candy. I don't think she's ever taken a break long enough to really know what being in America is like.

One day it'll be different though... One day, I'll be the one finding a way to just squeeze my mom into *my* budget.

This is a great link for writers: Click Here, Bitch.

Now for today's little light bulb:
*Begin Segment*

While getting off the Subway today, the doors stall and do not open for half a minute. Of course, this guy chuckles and breaks a joke, "They are just testing us to see if we really want to go to work" *chuckle chuckle, hur hur, nerd.*

No offense to all my readers (all 1.3 of you), but his comment absolutely summed him up. He was white.

You know i'm SO right for saying that too. Why? Because a brotha would have said something like "Shoot, stay closed so I don't have to go to work". A fellow asian would have said something like "F-ing american built pieces of crap never work properly." or "OMG.. what moron is driving the train right now?"

The list goes on and on. It just amazes me how middle class business types all manage to have the same sense of humor. It's like it was part of the job description or something.

*Start Mid-Segment Skit*

"Your credentials look nice... hmm.. yes..."
"Yes sir, but you missed the best part." *points down the page*
"Oh! Dry Middle Class Humor for four years! My god! Most people only achieve two years. You, sir, are hired."
"*Chuckle Chuckle Hur hur* I'm glad i was thirsty and went to the water cooler alot at my last job!"

*End Mid-Segment Skit, mostly in disgust*

No wonder when I walk down the hall with Jeff talking about shooting heroin and doing a line of cocaine while screwing a hooker and taking a shot of southern comfort, people look at us funny.

Maybe i should make more jokes about the IRS or something. Whatever middle class yolks talk about.

*End Segment. Still in disgust*

We still can't understand how he reach 10,000,000 posts on blog: (read entry below to better understand this one.. since posts are backwards)

SuburbanHood: more then 80 times man
SuburbanHood: let's say he's had it for 2 years
SuburbanHood: that's 13698 posts a day
Mystic511: blogger can't be that old
Mystic511: i mean, can't be older then like 3-4 years
SuburbanHood: so say 4 years
SuburbanHood: that's 7000 posts a day
SuburbanHood: 291 an hour
SuburbanHood: 4.86 a minute
SuburbanHood: assuming you don't sleep or get gash or eat or use the bathroom
SuburbanHood: 4 basic needs in life
Mystic511: what about 10 years?
SuburbanHood: that's a million a year
SuburbanHood: so like 3000 a day
Mystic511: 2777 posts a day
Mystic511: 115 posts an hour

Maybe this guy is in prison and has his own laptop. But shoot.. then he'd have to take breaks for butt reamings.

I just don't understand.

Ok, i'm sorry, I know my blogger isn't the best. I never claimed it to be. But there are some blogs out there that are CORNY. I know some people just want to write about thier life. That's fine, I can deal, mostly because it's like talking to those people and asking how their day went. But when you write a blog about nothing to the point where it's BORING, do you really expect people to read? And if you don't expect people to read, and you're not archiving your life, then it is mostly just like that person--a waste of space.

Here's what I saw.
Friday, February 23
Time X (x being whatever time it was): Here's a funny link.
Time X: I don't know what this is, I haven't clicked on it, but here, you click *insert link*.
Time X: The sky is blue.
Time X: Car keys jingle, so here's a scanned page of some car keys.
Time X: This gun is kool. Maybe i'll use it to shoot myself in the head and end my own life.
Time X: This bullet is kool. In five minutes it'll be a part of my brain stem.
Time X: I scanned a page of my shattered brain, posted it up before the world became a happier place upon my death.

As you can see, he posted ALOT in one day. Can you say loser? Sure, i knew you could.

And yea, ok, so the posts didn't go exactly like that, and yes, I am a little hostile. But the reason it irked me was because this person got recognition for having the most posts on blog or something. No shit. If I posted 80 times a day on retarted links online which nobody sees but losers who surf the web all day for retarded links, and I posted pictures that were funny 5 years ago, then sure, we'd all be posting 10,000,000 posts on blog.

I give him credit though. He's a moron, but a creative one at that.

¿MyStiFieD? weekend update:

Friday: Flipped out at my laptop and almost broke it. Blamed it profusely for me being late for philly. (sure it was my fault for not ignoring it until later. But i'm pretty stubborn about having to do something once i start). Ended up driving to jersey instead. Chilled.

Saturday: Cleaned my room of a one inch layer of dust from underneath my bed, disassembling most of it and taking it with me to philly. Ate great Italian dinner at friend's place. Went home, got drunk off 1 shot. Noticed how much of loser I am. Slept in bed which was part of old house. Snored.

Sunday: Was woken up at 10:30. Awake at 11. Sun usually not seen upon waking up. Bought various things for house from Home Depot and Wal Mart. Realized finding cart in those places SUCKS. Found car on other side of park lot. Really felt like punching people. Went home, cleaned house until six. Napped until 9 pm, awoke. Drove home to Maryland home.

Stay tuned and find out if i ever become turbo'd.

I realized that all my expressions in real life can be summed up in online faces. There's only a couple.

Me being happy: =D

Me being depressed or defeated: -_-

Me being gay happy: ^^

Me being silly: =P

Me being sad: =(

Me crying or really upset: T.T

Me Smirking?: =T (don't really know how to describe that emotion)

Me baffled: O.o

And that's it. It's also great for setting up the tone of the sentence too:
Take the standard "The Mystic is a really kool guy".

The Mystic is a really kool guy. =D
The Mystic is a really kool guy. -_-
The Mystic is a really kool guy. ^^
The Mystic is a really kool guy. =P
The Mystic is a really kool guy. =(
The Mystic is a really kool guy. =T
The Mystic is a really kool guy... T.T
The Mystic is a really kool guy?! O.o

Yup, and just from those faces, you can tell my mood and tone. Who said online wasn't a good place to talk? =D... -_-.

This post is for Jen from 2GNT cuz i know she lubs me and reads my "diary" everyday.

She's possibly the only girl who frequents 2gnt chat more then me, and she is always the blunt of every sex joke. And she takes it like a champ. (no, that was not a sex joke. no, seriously, it wasn't!). Her light hearted humor makes everything more enjoyable. If she didn't live out in the middle of bumfuk america, we'd probably be friends. (that wasn't a sex joke either.)

And to top it all off, between her and her boyfriend (that's right foos, she's takin!) they own FIVE Eclipses/Talons. Shit.. i only own one. So they both own 1.5 more then me. I'm such a loser.

And nothing is complete without a cherry on top.. that would have to be her cute and adorable pet chulupa (er... enchilada.. no.. um... chinhuahua?... um.. chinchillu? yea, whatever) Turbo! It's absolutely the best. And it's the only thing furry that's ever on Jen's boobs... maybe.

Check her, her cars, and Turbo out at her webpage here.

I have a chance to get a turbo. The only problem is, if i get the turbo, I'll probably have to live off tapwater and breadcrumbs for the next two months. It also forces me into the position where I absolutely have to find a job.

But I have a chance to save 600 or so bucks off the original price. That's alot of money. I also get hooked up because i know people who can help me to install it, so i don't have to pay for any of that. Originally, i estimated that getting a turbo would cost me well over 4000 dollars. Now it turns out I can have it all said in done for about 2500.

But me going for two months without spending money? That's like asking dogs not to sniff other dogs asses for a week.

Satan and I are going to Mars together in 2003:

This is satan's certificate

And this is mine

It's funny if you think about it.

So last night, my dreams pretty much went like this:

Work? Fuck it, just use the crap that I did before.

*Blank darkness for deep sleep stage*

25 psi of boost on PUMP GAS??? are you crazy????

*blank darkness from being in hell*

Oo baby, oo baby, oo-- well, you get the idea.

*Wake up, flip to a more comfortable position*

27 psi of boost on PUMP GAS??? are you crazy???

*Wake up, grin.. realize it was a dream, cry softly, flip to a more comfortable position*

She smiled at me, wow--

*Alarm goes off, all hell breaks loose, Allen reaches for dream mallet to try to break said alarm*

god damn it.. i'm sick

i basically spent the whole day sleeping yesterday. I'm dizzy, my stomach hurts, and I feel like throwing up. Fever was runnign high yesterday too.

plus i found out that one of my vcd's is so F'd up it doesn't work properly.

And that my mom is unreliable for mail delivery. I was suppose to get a package, and she has no idea what i'm talking about. It was suppose to be delivered two weeks ago. I'm just going to get a fucking PO box or something. God damn it.

So it seems like this week is my "down" week.

*Crosses Fingers*

Just give me a good weekend.

here's my new schedule:


I figure that waking up at 11 am on mondays and wednesday is better then 10.. and plus, this way, i can sleep in on fridays.

Plus, hot girls are in my new econ class. ^^

Unpacking sucks.

Yesterday I received my Meteor Garden boxed VCD set. For those who don't know, Meteor Garden is a taiwanese teen soap opera. It's pretty damn good. There are 19 episodes in the first season, and each episode is an hour long. I sat down yesterday to watch episode one, and it took me 5 hours. I was unpacking most of the time, and the other times, I kept getting distracted with other things.

Being in chinese doesn't help either, because it forces me to concentrate on what's being said. I can't just let it drone in the backround like I could do with an american show.

Sadly though, I am now back at work. England seems like a thing of the past.

At least I get out of work in roughly 18 days.

Packing is great, because you know that soon you'll be going on a plane.

Lugging your crap to the airport is ok, because you know you'll be flying soon to a great place.

Flying on a plane for 8 hours is tolerable because you know you'll land.

Lugging shit around in london is just on the edge, but at least you know you'll be having fun.

On the way back though... all that BS gets 10 times worse.

Stay tuned for the London Journals.

In an effort to raise my level of writing to that of which it was a few months ago, I have decided to please all my fans (all 1.05 of you) and write an interesting journal entry of the highest caliber.

So there are a few things I've learned in my life recently:

Drinking every night in a foreign country builds your tolerance alot. If you can't afford to fly to a foreign country to build tolerance, just drink alot. Nobody said a foreign country has anything to do with it, stupid!

Heroin addicts are my hero. Much the same way that female super hero's are heroines.

If i had an apple for everytime someone said or did something dumb, then i'd be eating apple sauce for the rest of my life.

Computers in london are weird. The @ is not under the #2, and the # is not whereever it's suppose to be. So the @ is really " and the " is the @ and ~ is ¬ and # is @ and shit... that's not right at all.

There is so much other stuff that I could write about. And if i wrote everything I wanted to write about writing the stuff i wrote about, then I'd write a book about it all.

One day, someone came up to me and said @OMG (crap... see, the " isn't in the right place. Who the hell designed UK keyboards?), you are the greatest person in the world! and you have a nice car too!@ (crap again...) (pps, you think i'd change it to be "'s, but that's no fun).

Remember kiddo's, don't drink and drive. Better yet, don't be like me and don't drink before going on the computer and typing a retarded blog about nothing.

Will be home in... oh.... 20 hours.

Will be on the plane in oh... 9 hours.

Marathon of staying awake has started. I will be awake to go home.

Then i will proceed to sleep on plane.

Today (and yesterday) were two really fun days. But again, i'm not telling you ANYTHING. wahahaha. You'll have to wait to read my written journal.
Also, i'm a little bombed... hung out with Chris (MUR1X from 2GNT) in UK..and he crammed me full of info on how to turn my car into a high horsepower beast.

Some people like meeting movie stars, or singers... but i'm perfectly happy meeting people who dare to push 20 psi of turbo on 93 octane.

Today was a great day. You'll have to wait until i come home and scan my written journal... but for now, here is a quote from Jeff, who decided to sum up his trip to england:

"where does all your money go in london? booze and women. that's it, simple. please come to england with no desire for women or alcohol. then you'll be ok and less fucking offensive."

Make of it what you will. I sure have.

Another great day in the life of the Mystic.

Well, my friends had a better day then me, but you know, I can't complain. I just have this feeling that things go a certain way for a reason. Therefore, that makes me a happy guy. At least for now.

One day i'll flip out though. But for now, it's just me, some english pounds, and a pint of Guiness.

Hi from London, all you adoring fans of mine (all 1 and a half of you.). Sorry i haven't been writing much... busy recovering from jetlag and also, getting situated.

I'm not going to write much or fill you in on what's been going on... mostly because i hate you... ha. ha.

No, on a serious note, i've been keeping a written journal that I want to scan when I get back. So anything I write in this next week will either:

a) have nothing to do with england
b) be me bitching about england
c) be me bragging about something awesome
or
d) be me having no life in england because I suck.

Well, hope you all will have fun with the anticipation of my journal. And hopefully, it won't be like my Taiwan journal where I became too lazy and never scanned all the pages. Maybe when i get back i'll get off my lazy ass and scan both at once.

I doubt it though.

First off, i'd like to thank the government for paying for my laptop. That translates to you, the taxpayer, paying for my laptop. (actually, my mom paid for it... but assuming i didn't splurge all my money on hookers and drugs.. i would have bought it with my government salary.)

Part two of turbo install went down today... everythign was fine and running smooth... the car turned on and WOH.. OIL LEAK!! shut off... damn it.. stores were closed, so Glacius has to pick up a few things tomorrow before you can run and test his car. I"m a little disapointed. All this grime and grease to wait for that one final moment.. and alas, it's all for nothing because of one lousy leak.

In other news... tonight i leave for Jeff's house and tomorrw from there, I will be leaving for england. One more day of work.. and then, heading out. Hotdogs and beernuts, see ya later... hello crooked teeth peoples and boxes of "fags".

Yea, you like to smoke a fag, wouldn't you?

Holy crap.. to be modest, I get only about a hundred hits a week... so i just want to thank all of you who bother to read about my dull and dreary and sometimes mundane life. I know, you all just read about me to make yourselves feel better, cuz you say "wow, life doesn't suck much anymore now that I know Mystic sucks more then me."

But anyway, today was part one of installed Glacius' HRC turbo kit. In a perfect world, the install would have taken 5 hours, but of course, we don't live in a perfect world, so that means we hit more snags then a dolphin in a tuna net.

In the end it was all worth it though. I got to take plenty of pictures of the install process (and being called Mr. Fuji for doing so). It doesn't seem hard, it's just alot of work. But when it comes down to it, you can bet your momma's fuzzy bunny slippers that I won't be attempting it on my own.

Today i'm feeling a bit reflective. It's not like a mirror, where you can clearly see yourself, but more like a rippling lake surface, where you can kind of make out your own life, and see yourself, but then, it's not quite there. Much like that, I can't quite grasp reality and focus on myself. I guess that's why I like to supplement thinking with video games and now, as an added bonus, think about my car. It has become another part of my living body, a place where I can go to escape for a while.

When I drive, I feel like I am in total control of myself. I know exactly where I want to go, how fast I want to go to get there, and which path to take. It's simple. Turn the key, flip on the radio, hit the clutch, put it in gear, and blast off. Let the sound of the engine drown away any real thoughts and feelings, and anything that manages to gain a foothold in my conscienceness, push it off with talk radio's droning talk.

In the end, I'll still have to step out of my nutshell and return to the real world, but while i'm there, I might as well enjoy it, $1.09 cents a gallon at a time.

my schedule for school in march:



As you can see... Tuesdays and Thursdays off... and only two hours of classes in the afternoon on friday. Wow.

But sadly... mondays and wednesdays are going to be all day marathons of HELL. I think it'll be worth it... we'll see.

Well, i'm writing my journal entry now, because I've realized that tomorrow, upon waking up, I will be scrambling around from 7-12 doing stupid things for stupid people. (including myself).

These things include:
Waking up. Which will be the hardest part.
Scrambling to get my classes scheduled before anyone else can.
Go to the MicroSoft offices in maryland for a conference. (which i can't really be late for cuz my supervisor will be there)
Sleep at conference.
Try not to snore.
Wake up and go home.
Play with laptop until either a) fingers breaks or b) eyes bleed.

Today I went to University of Maryland - Baltimore County. That place is a freakin high tech plane of construction and emptiness. In other words, it is so nice there, but yet, nobody hangs out. Makes the place feel like a ghost town. Actually, i've probably seen ghost towns with more action then UMBC.

I went with Jeff to go see his friend Elaine, we shot pool and spent alot of time making fun of Drexel for how shitty and ghetto it is. Decided to call up my other friend to see if she wanted to chill with me. Considering the fact that we haven't seen each other in almost a year, I would have been pretty pissed off if she said she was busy. But she came and all was good.

Summary of the night:
Pool is and always will be great.
Found out the Viet Mafia resides at UMBC.
There are also no cows to tip.
Night Shifts is only 10 minutes away.
I can't wait to go back to college, regardless of how ghetto it is.
Living in the dorms sucks so hard it blows.
UMBC is so high tech, they don't accept real money. You have to put it on a card.
I'm not sure those homos even know what real money looks like anymore.
My laptop is better then yours.

Guess what? I made it into someone elses blog! yea!! Ok, so it's not so amazing to YOU, but for ME, it's absolutely ssuper. Go ahead, say it like a homo. It's fun.

See my name mentioned at my friend Elaine's Webpage here.
(For those of you stalking me who do not know my name... it's Allen... but then again.. if you're a stalker.. you should know that.)

What have I done today? Nothing.
Well, i have been checking up on the things I've been ordering. I want them before I leave to London. Then again, I guess i don't care, because when i come back, it'll be like christmas all over again.

What will I be doing? Laundry. Yea, go ahead, laugh. Like you never ran out of underwear before.

At least I know i got my 800 dollar laptop today. Now I never have to leave the computer! Joy is me!

Today, i'm afraid, is just a silly day for me. When you treat yourself to an present (ok, so my mom treated me. shh. i'm telling a story, g'damn it.), it really feels good. More people should do it more often. Bust out those credit cards.

Now to go home and play with myself.

You know exactly what i mean.

Well... not much has happen since last night when I wrote the other entry... it's only been twelve hours. I drove around, talked on the phone--of course, not at the same time. Apparently, for all you non-maryland people, there was a five car accident on the highway. The cause? An investigation is now being made toward the usage of cellphones while driving.

Dumb people suck. Don't be stupid. Sure, even I use my cellphone while driving, but this particular accident happened on a turn-off ramp. So that means the schmuck probably was trying to turn with one hand on the wheel, not even realizing she--i don't hesitate to use the word "she" either--was going 80 miles an hour on a roundabout designed for going 35.

Teehee... yes, I know i've done that too. But NOT while on a cellphone!!! I drive for fun. It would be blasphemy to ruin the moment by being on a phone.

Keep the conversation short, or hell, just don't pick up like I do all the time. There are things more important then talking on the phone. Mostly driving, and perhaps being alive.

Weekly weekend update:

Saturday: I helped my friend move his bed and other things into our house.. and then (an den, an den, an den...), I moved my own things in. That night, we had alot of fun chilling together at a Bubble Tea place. There was a girl there that was absolutley gorgeous. And it's weird, because we actually engage in conversation. That just totally defeats the whole purpose of talking to ugly girls for intellectual value.

Sunday: I came home and pretty much just got ready for sleep.

Right now, I can't wait until next saturday. I should be getting some engine work done... ah.. can't wait.. car go vroom vroom VROOM. I think i'll go driving now.

Sent out the money for some old school 95 Stock Eclipse 16" rims. Winter and bent rims won't get the best of me... just my wallet.

I met some guy yesterday while driving down to 7-11. He zooms past me, I see that he's driving a GS-T, and I speed up next to him. I roll down my window and give him the thumbs up. At the next stoplight, we talk a bit and I tell him to pull into the 7-11 with me. He does, and to sum it up, I made a new friend.

Seriously, I need to start planning to rob a bank. Winning the lottery just doesn't seem to be working. I'm just a poor little guy in an expensive world with expensive dreams. Government jobs just don't cut it... you'd think that it would, but it doesn't.

So what next? Don't know. I'm just going to sit back, kick up my feet, and pretend to work. Four months down... one and a half more to go.