Holy FUCK. I haven't written in a long time. Sorry sorry, i had a busy effin week. I guess the best way to do this is with a ¿MyStiFieD? WEEK summary.

Wednesday: Fuckin trained new co-op. Holy shit, he was a dumb fuck. I know, i trained him monday and tuesday too, but for fear of someone reading my blog at work, I decided against it. But now that I'm out of work, i can talk all the shit I want on the dumb fuck. I could write pages and pages about his stupid retarded fobby ass, but I won't, cuz he doesn't deserve to grace the words in my blog. I will say one thing though. If one cannot figure out how to use MS Outlook, nor know that LOGGING OUT will get rid of all your information on a network, then my god, please shoot oneself and save the world the trouble of dealing with you.

Thursday: Dumbass again.

Friday: Dumbass again. He smells like old chinese food. Disgusting dipshit. Go take a shower. He started to show signs of improvement as I left, but I don't know. I reserve my final opinion. I said bye to everyone, and it felt good to have all (most) of them want me to come back to work again. I think I will. Went home and put on my Injen Cold Air Intake Extension pipe. Car feels faster. mmm... speed.

Saturday: Didn't sleep much. Woke up at 10 am to travel to middle PA (mechanicsburg, ironic eh?) to get my turbo spoiler and 2.5" catback exhaust. I like speed. I like looking fast. It was only suppose to take a couple hours, but we ended up having a helluva time removing the exhaust from the other dude's car. Eesh. Ruined all my plans.

Sunday: Drove home and fuckin CRASHED. Napped for at least four hours on top of the seven hours I slept. I guess my body just needed to catch up. Came back to philly, played some video games, watched Wrestlemania 19.

As you can see, it was a busy last week of work. I was just mentally drained trying to teach the new co-op and trying to do my car things. Didn't sleep much, and tired myself physically in the end. (Yes, feel sorry for me). Now school is starting, so I say it's a vacation from work.

That's it, not very exciting, but then again, I don't remember alot of what I did this last week.

Today I was walkin down the hall at work, nodding my usual greetings to other co-workers and holding doors for those following me. Then it hits me. Why do people hold doors for others? I mean, I will continue doing it, but it boggles me. If I was not there in front of the other person, he would have to open his own door anyway. Why should I take three seconds out of my life to hold a door for someone? Think about it, if I hold 1000 doors for people at 3 seconds each, then I have just wasted about an hour of my life. If you can't do the math: 1000 x 3 = 3000 / 60 / 60 (that's one 60 for seconds and hours, dumbass).

I'm sure i've held at least a thousand doors so far in my life.

I've decided that this week i'm going to keep my entries short. I've written too much lately.

No post today, I'm dead tired. Waxed my car for three hours. Had a few dreams shattered too. No 8k redline unless i do more, no cheap body work with the turbo wing.

Well shit, I guess this qualifies as a post. All you adoring fans (all 11.2 of you) better appreciate what I do for your sake.

¿MyStiFieD? Weekend Summary:

Friday: All night Volleyball-athon. Holy crap man, too used to playing volleyball in the sand. I was diving around and sliding; ended up scrapping both my kneecaps and ruining a perfectly good pair of warm up pants.

Saturday: Still at the volleyball-athon. Got out at 5 am. Breakfast at Denny's. I dunno how everyone stayed so awake. I mean, it was eight effin hours of volleyball. I personally couldn't eat. Drove home, slept at 9, freakin woke up at 12:30 am. I hate not being able to sleep past 12. Did some other shit like fixing my sunroof but not much.

Sunday: Chilled with my long time friend Jim, drove back to philly. This dude, don't even know who, proceeded to IM me about my website and then went straight into calling me a riceboy. Wow. Talk about not being a people person. Needless to say I will no longer bless him (i'm assuming it's a him, girls aren't that stupid), with my presence.

That is all, i'm tired. Sorry guys, I got a long day of ricing out my car tomorrow. Need my window washer lights, muffler LED tip, type R sticker, seven foot wing, 7" exhaust tip, and stickers. Lots and lots of stickers. Yup. I'm a rice boy. I didn't know either until some internet stranger had the decency to tell me.

Shelly, my official ¿MyStiFieD? #1 fan, was my unofficial 10,000th hit. unofficial because this time I want her to prove it! It's just too weird when the same person wins three times in a row.

First topic today: Nostalgia.

I remember way back in highschool years when I didn't know anything about cars. My favorite car was a dodge viper. I only knew about high end cars, and even then, I knew very little about them. I thought the bigger the engine, the better. Look at highest horsepower value, and look at top speed. Those would mean you have the fastest car. Man, becoming a part of the import tuning world has changed alot of my idealogies.

Now it's all about turbos and cheap cars. What's the cheapest way I can build a car to beat a porsche? What depreciated junk yard heap can I restore and run 12's with in the quarter mile? Yea man, those brainstorming moments are great. Kills alot of time.

I also remember how I didn't know shit about DSMs. DSM standing for Diamond-Star Motors, the combined effort of Chrysler (Diamond) and Mitsubishi (Star). One of my other favorite cars was the Mitsubishi 3000gt. One day I saw a Dodge Stealth and thought it was a 3000gt, and my uncle said that Dodge copied Mitsu's car. I was pissed. I hated the stealth. I thought it was a cheap rip off of the great 3000gt. Now so many years later, I became unignorant and finally learned that it's a DSM. They designed it and marketed it together.

Second topic: Embarrassing moments.

It seems like alot of embarrassing moments stem from taking a shit in public. Today's embarrassing moment happens to involve my pants. No, sorry, unfortunely I didn't shit my pants, and honestly, if I did, I probably would not mention it in my blog.

Anyway, I have this pair of pants where the zipper tends to open by itself if you do not 100% make sure it's zipped ALL the way up to where it meets the button. You know, most pants, you can zip like 95% of the way and be safe. Nope, not this pair.

So I do my business in the potty and decide to go outside for a smoke. A couple other people are there, and I light up, sit down and smoke. You know, i'm sitting all relaxed with my legs spread apart, just enjoying my cig and the nice calm weather after a large rainstorm. Welp, I look down, and my fly is WAY open. It's like, "hello penis" open.

So i lunge forward and cover myself up, sitting in a slightly odd position while the co-worker begins talking to me. Kind of embarrassing. I hope she didn't get a sneak peak, (or sneak a peak).

Yup, that's it for today. Stay tuned for more ignorance and stupidity brought to you by one ¿MyStiFieD? motha-fucka.

10,000 is SOOOO close.

Who wants to make congratulatory 10,000 hit banners for me? Best banner wins a prize!

Now for the blog:

JUgirl2#: As soon as racism dissapears, black people have evey right to complain.

Someone please help me to understand this statement. My guess is that it is a retort against my massively powerful political statement stated below. Now legions upon legions of white racist neo-nazis will come and decimate the black population based on what I said. Eminem particularly has stated that he is the most offended of all black people.

Ok, so let's break it down. "As soon as racism dissapears". Ok, so we are waiting for racism to DISAPPEAR, as in, go away forever. That's cool, i'm down with no racism. All us chinks, gooks, spics, wiggers, rednecks, niggers, homosexuals, jews, towelheads, and *insert racial slur of particular group* should definately unite as one. Oh wait, I think it's called America, where I last remember, white people were the only ones who don't have freedom of speech.

Example? Let's see a white person go to work and say NIGGER and not get fired or suspended for a week. But i bet if a black person went to work at KFC and called me a chink, the white manager would just shake his finger at the brotha and tell him not to say it again. Why, cuz the black person will call him a racist and tell him how the white manager's ancestors were surpressing him and how a brotha can't even support his baby's momma anymore.

Second part of the sentence, "black people have evey right to complain". Spoken like the ghetto person in us all. So i's went to da salon and had mah hair did... alrite enoigh pertenting to sphel rong. Ahem. I already explained why I think black people shouldn't complain. Woopie doo, good retort. *high five*

Now let's combine it together! "As soon as racism disappears, black people have every right to complain" This sentence takes on the IF-THEN sentence structure as it is currently written. IF racism disappears, THEN black people have a right to complain.

Uh... Ok. So they want it to stay?

Awesome. I knew we'd eventually come to agreement! Where exactly was the argument? Thank you for wasting 10 minutes of my life.

I normally don't post people's real sn's, therefore the # sign is there. Please, do not try to figure out that single digit that's pretty close to the number 2 but not exactly 2. I really don't want you, my adoring fans, to IM her and enlighten her the ¿MyStiFieD? way.

That's my job.

Straight up 50 hits to 10k. Holy crap. What do I want to give away? I think I should at least give away something. I'll think about it.

First off today, some news that I found interesting. Toby Maguire may not play Spider-Man in the sequel. His pansy ass has 'back problems' and needs to recover. Pansy. Like I said to jeebus yestereve, spider-man could be played by a paper bag and I'd still pay to watch it. Spider-Man is Spider-Man is Spider-Man. As long as the pape bag was enhanced nicely by some CGI, I think it wouldn't mess with my delusions.

Second, with my plans for turbo put on hold for a little (deciding if I want to ever turbo), I've decided on a few things:
ok FINE. I know, i know, not all you people want to hear me talk about my car. Well, I won't. But eff you. Eff you lots.

I was just thinking today about something. It's about people who bitch and complain about not having it good when they can't look at the whole picture. My example involves black people, but just as a disclaimer for myself, it is in no ways geared towards being anti-black. I love black people. Especially Eminem and Colin Powell.

See, there is this specific group of black people who complain about the white man. How they were forced into slavery and made to come to a country they never wanted to come to. They want people to forever realize that they were surpressed, and will always use it against others when they feel they are not getting their way.

Boo hoo.

Why do I bring this up? Well, think about it. If white people never killed off Native Americans with their skanky ass diseases and never brought black people over to rape and force them to do slave work, we'd never be able to appreciate things like Hip-hop and light skinned creamy milk chocolate goodness mulatto women. Mmm.. jungle fever.
Ahem, well yea, you get my point. We'd never have ghetto's and bling bling Explorers with 22 inch chrome rims and booty shaking contests.

And it seems like Black people complain the loudest when it comes to these kind of things. I never heard chinese people hold against the US for making us dumb asses work on the railroads. I never heard the irish bitch about getting pennies a day to work in unsafe factories.

So many people don't realize or appreciate the little things like actually BEING ABLE TO COMPLAIN IN PUBLIC. You know there are countries in this world where you complain, they shoot your family right? So jeez. Shut up, sit down, and smile for living in a country where it's ok to express your opinion. Revel in the fact that you can, but don't actually do it. Your problems are trifle compared to 90% of the world.

Vote The Mystic, President 2024

The most embarrassing thing in the world must be going to take a shit in a public restroom right after someone else who just threw down the smelliest bomb in the world. And, you don't have a choice cuz you gotta go so damn bad. So you hold your breath, sit down, and go at it. All of a sudden, someone else walks in, smells the previous person's shit, and then thinks it's YOU. Damn man, that's gotta suck. I was almost in this position, but i'm glad we have modern inventions like stalls and the ability to peace out fast.

Here are some photoshopped pictures that Joe created, and one of them was by me:







Pretty slick right? Damn right. There are more, but those were the best ones.

Counting down to 10k. Woo yea.

Happy 10,000 hits to me, happy 10,000 hits to me.

That's right boys and girls, 10k anniversary in 100 some odd hits. What's in store? What's in store? I'm not sure, I kinda want to completely redesign my webpage, but with what time? Me and time usually don't get along. She hooks me right in the lip and leaves me hangin sometime. I say "she", because I figure it takes a girl to know how to blue-ball a guy.

Two more weeks of work. Slowly counting the days down. I'm not sure if i'm happy or sad to leave. I feel kinda bored lately, but then again, I think it's just the end of the cycle, and me wanted a different change of pace. It's usually in these switch overs from work to school that I find my mind and body wondering and trying different things. Last time around it was miniatures. This time, I think it's drag racing. We'll see though, I feel a tingling of video game craze coming back too.

I think i'm emotionally dead these days. After Valentine's Day and the atmosphere of it all, i was feeling a little lonely, but I think that died somewhere at 105 miles an hour on the highway. My baby is my car. I think it always was and will be. Kinda like a girlfriend. Sometimes you just forget why you love her, but when you ride her hard, it all comes back to you.

Nah mean?

¿MyStiFieD? Weekend Summary:

Friday: Slept REALLY early thursday for a total of 14 hours and woke up at 7 am. Was going to take the day off at work, but since I was so refreshed, I decided to go in for a half day. After that, went straight to Atco Raceway with Tron-bon and had a blast. How'd I do? Not super, but very well at 16.1 seconds. Crunching some numbers, I came to the conclusion that if I learned how to drive my car, it could possibly run mid to high 15's. Not too shabby.

Saturday: Hot Import Nights. I set up a car meet with my fellow eclipse car forum friends:

My car is so damn hot, right?

The carshow itself was not that impressive, but if you want to see pics, go here.

One of the other members beat me to posting up the pics, and his pics seem better then mine, so i'll just show his.
Afterward, we did alot of car dvd watching and crashed at an early 4:30 am.

Sunday: Woke up at 11ish, watched some more car dvds and videos, and headed to Geno's for some cheesesteak goodness. Came home, contemplated my weekend and here I am.

Nuff said. *Thanks joe for sharing*

I'm so proud of myself, I organized a car meet for Hot Import Nights. It went from a couple 2gnt people meeting up together to ELEVEN cars showing up. Well, give or take, I think some of the people are doubling up and taking one car down. But still, at least 6 or 7. Good numbers for only a few days worth of planning and spreading the news.

I had a really great blog planned. No really, I seriously did. But i'm blaming not remember it on my co-worker. Cuz, i talk so much crap and get all my shit off my chest to him that when it comes time to post, I already exhausted everything I want to say. Before it was easy. Store it inside, don't blow up, don't flip out, be nice be nice, go home and explode on blog. It was funny, it was stress relief, it was good.

Now? Nada. EFF YOU ANKIT. This is all your fault.

Oh, I do have something to talk about. Why the hell would a person demand money from you because of a debt, only to forget his wallet the next day and have to beg you to spot him? If the fucker (aka ANKIT) would have just said "don't worry about it, you can give it to me whenever", he woulda had his OWN money to spend. But no, the dumb ass had to make a big fuss about it and cry like a little baby and the cry some more when baby ankit forget his money woney at homey home homo.

See? I vented. I feel much better.

I have this huge urge to post something about cars... but for my non-car fans, I am going to refrain.

It's funny how life works out. Today I was on my car forum (wait, let me continue, i promise it's not about cars!) and I was reading this post about how one of the members beat the crap out of this guy who supposedly raped one of his female friends. He was scared that maybe perhaps this accused criminal might come back for vengeance. Well, last year in psychology class, we learned about rapist and how they thing, so I regurgitated that information and tried to put him at ease. What did I say? well, rapist are cowards that like to feel powerful. The rape itself lets them feel like they are in control. So it only makes sense that a rapist would not come back to seek vengeance, because it would not be about being in control... unless.. you know.. he's a gay rapist.

So yea, it's funny how the things you learn in life that you thought you would never use could someday be applied to something. Now, if I never took a minute to store that bi to information in my brain, someone I know, albeit through the internet, might still be panicking right now (well, then again, he probably still is, but at least *I* feel better). My point? Don't brush something off as unneccessary... you never know when you might need that knowledge.

So next time you pick up something to read (Oh my god, READ? gasp!), don't just skim and throw it away. Really think about it for a few minutes. It might just help you out someday.

First, i'd just like to get this out of the way:



So eff all of you haters who didn't believe me. This quiz proved it.

Weekend summary:

Friday night: Poker night with the boys. We played nickel antes and I won three bucks. No really, think about it. Three bucks from nickels. Too hard for you to understand? Let me put it this way: if they were 5 dollar antes, i'd have 300 bucks. So yes, that's alot of money if you think about it. Drank like 5 shots of Southern Comfort, not all of them straight shots though.. i would have died. Played Capcom vs SNK 2 for the rest of the night til I fell asleep.

Saturday: Woke up at 2 pm, get ready, drove home to Jersey. Hung out with Paul, his friend and his friend's girl, then went picked up Kim with Paul and went to watch Old School. The movie was actually really funny. I enjoyed it tremendously. Drove back to philly like a dumbass, went to sleep.

Sunday: Woke up at 7 am, got ready to go paintballing. Got shot like 5 times. I have all the bruises to prove it. I'd take pictures and post them up... but... you know, that's just nasty. The paintball place was right next to Atco Raceway, and my god, it was so damn distracting. I almost got shot at once point because I kept looking toward the track to see what was going on. We quit paintballing pretty early so I headed to the track. Only got once race in... my first time... i thougth I did horribly, but my friends at 2gnt.com have assured me that it was pretty normal for a first timer.

I came home at 5:30 pm and went straight to sleep... needless to say... i'm nocturnal again.

Work has been great for the past five months. It's so unlike my last job, where I was bored by January. This time around, I'm so busy, I forgotten what the words "free time" are. I know free is something I get for nothing, and time is what I usually don't have... Nope.. can't put them together. Not working.

PJM better damn well appreciate the work that I've done: the solutions we come up with, the crap we've tolerated, the bucketloads of work we do without so much as a shrug, the splicing of precious time between 4-5 different people who all want things done NOW. Yea, damn well appreciate it. My believe is still that the next set of co-ops who are taking our place will be incompetent. Everyone will cry and ask for us to come back. We will laugh. It will be great. And then we'll shut up and come back because we like money.

*Car section, feel free to skip... losers*
So today I was surfin the web for integra stuff, you know, helping out Mashimaru with his soon-to-be new car when I possibly found one of the best car resources ever. Let me tell you, I was a little shocked to find some a plethora of information within a honda tech page. I think hanging around my own non-turbo eclipse forum has made me narrow minded. But before you go "Ha, that's what you get for thinking every car sucks.", let me remind you that I hold a self policy of respecting every type of car when they can prove to me they are good and I always defend the underdog. For example, we all know I hate Hyundais, but if some chump who didn't know anything about cars was trying to tell me Hyundai's suck, I would go out of my way to defend them and prove that guy wrong. I know what Hyundai's can do, I just think the majority of the people who drive them are immature kids who got caught up in the hype of "The Fast and The Furious" and want to have a 'sooped up' car.
*End car section*

Weekend is coming, I don't remember if I have anything to do. My car parts aren't here, so a big *boo hoo* for me.

I must first apologize to all my adoring fans (all 10.2 of you) for not writing yesterday. It was a long day of work mixed with rushing back home after getting a haircut and dinner. Yup yup, wednesday nights are my game nights. And please, don't ask what game, cuz I'm tired of explaing.

It was an interesting hair cut. Korean people are ultimately the most superficial of all the asian ethnicities, so it only makes sense that Korean hairstylists are perfectionist. So yes, for those who didn't get that, I am actually complimenting Korean people (with a condescending undertone). The interesting part was the two girls that were there getting their hair did too. I, of course, never go to the Korean hair cut place without my Korean friend, so it was weird to see that one of the girls was there with her korean friend. She spoke chinese briefly on the phone and I thought it was pretty intrigued at the double date possiblities.

Yea, i left right after that.

Well it must be car week. Tron got his new car a week or so ago, Catwoman's bro called me a few days ago about getting an Eagle Talon, and now, Paul is thinkin about getting his. We went to see a nice shiny blue Acura Integra GSR. Possibly the most perfect condition car for it's price, and modded to boot. How could I like acura's you say? Well, honestly, I'd probably be driving an Integra if I didn't find my eclipse, which was exactly what I was looking for back then: low mileage and clean. Because this blogger goes off on a tangent, i'll just say one quick thing about integras. They're possibly the best car in terms of handling, power, sooping up and overall goodiness.

I've been overly obsessive about my car lately. I mean, with this giant chip on my shoulder to tone down my money spending so that my mom can save money for family goals, I can't do all the things I wanted to with my car. Now, i'm being pulled apart with my desires for the perfect car, and my obligations to my immediate family. How to compromise? How to build the car of my dreams on a tighter budget? As if my planned budget wasn't tight enough.

Now with spring coming, the race tracks will be open, and my desire for speed keeps rising. I think it's in my blood to someday (seems like it won't be any time soon) to prove to myself that I am a racer.

Now and Forever.

I always wanted to get into the comedy business. Stand up would be fun. I can picture what my skit would be like:

Hi. I'm Allen. I'll be your comedian today. Let me start off by telling you a little about myself. I'm Taiwanese. Yes, Taiwanese, not Chinese, not korean, not light skinned indian. But you say, "ah, but all you asians look alike." And I say. "Yes. How very true!"

Some Asian people would argue that they could tell what ethnicity any particular asian person was by looking at them. You know, it's like white people looking at other white people and being able to tell if they're italian, scottish, german or whatever. But see, it really isn't THAT easy. White people, you have very obvious ways of telling each other apart. Freckles, red hair, thick mustaches, brown eyes, blue eyes, green eyes, blond hair, big noses, small noses, big chests, big breasts, bone structure. I can go on.

We asian people? *pulls eyes* All the same. *pause for laughter* Black hair, brown eyes, black hair, brown eyes. Guys have fragile frames, high cheek bones and a flat chest. Same with the girls. *pause for laughter* Ok, sometimes we have one or two confused people who bleach their hair blonde and get blue colored contacts. So... did they honestly think I or anyone else for that matter would confuse them for a white person? *pause for laughter* And we can take that a step further by talking about Asian people that actually have the world "ASIAN" tattoo'd somewhere on their body. What's next? Labels on the backs of their necks that say Made in China and Made in Singapore? Cuz you know, we need to look more like our nike shoes and gap shirts. *Pause for laughter*

*End skit*

Ok, so i don't know how funny it would be. I guess it would depend on my audience. Too white, and the jokes would go over their head. Too asian and I would have a deathwish hovering over MY head. And also, i would have to elaborate more on what I mean by certain things with body language and side comments... stuff I can't really display on this blog.

That's it for today. I'm going to think about my Made in USA tattoo.

March 3, 2003. 03/03/03. O' Three, o' three, o'three. Wow. That's amazing. The last time I was this excited was 02/02/02 and 01/01/01. 11:11.11 a.m. or p.m. on 11/11 of any year always gets to me too. It's a wonderful split second of reality where everything freezes on the same number. It used to be even cooler when I actually wore a watch that told time and displayed dates.

When I was awakened today by my psychotic alarm that rings like crazy til I am tempted to throw it against the wall, my left arm was numb. No, not just tingling numb, but I literally thought my arm died on me. Of course, I was laying on it for possibly the whole night, so it made sense, but it felt as heavy as a log. I couldn't even turn over to turn off my alarm.

I ended up having to pick my left arm up with my right arm, swing myself onto my right side, use my elbow to keep from falling (my alarm is on the floor), reach down, hook the alarm with my pinky, throw it on my body, push myself back onto the bed, and fiddle with my thingy one handed--er... you know.. my cock.. i mean, clock. yea... clock.

Usually this is when I would fall asleep again, but this time I couldn't. I was fascinated with my dead arm that still had yet to revive itself. I hit it, grabbed it, threw it around. It was amazing. For real though, why is it that when something on your body goes numb, it always feels like it's five times bigger then it really is? I felt like my arm was getting it's armly version of a woman's period--bloated, fat, with pangs of sharp pain.

Soon bloodflow returned, but not enough to enjoy accurate movement yet. And that's when the second part of unnumbing bodyparts hit me. That super tingling sensation that feels like millions of little tiny bugs were crawling all over my shit and biting the crap out of me. Needless to say, I was awake.

I kinda just kept punching my arm, hoping the pain of me kicking my arm's ass (if that's possible) would distract me from feeling the pain it was inflicting on me.

Of course, to top it all off, my cellphone's alarm goes off, and it's about seven feet away from my bed. So my right arm goes to tackle my left arm, who dodges out of the way and hits me with a tingle attack. I grab it and throw it to the phone, and HA, silly me, I go flying toward the floor.

Yea, i get it. Time to wake up.

I hit snooze on the cellphone, and go back to sleep for another 20 minutes.

Fuck the tingling numb arm, nothing can keep me from sleep.

¿MyStiFieD? Weekend Summary:

Friday: Worked alot. Watched Cradle 2 the Grave with Jet Li. Talk about Taiwan Represent. He fought most of the badguys with only one hand. Hilarious.

Saturday: Spent all day cleaning my room. Paul helped out. I question his manhood. Five bags worth of trash was banished from my room. You can see the floor now! Watched God of Gamblers 2, which is really named God of Gambler's Return, but in all honesty, should just be called God of Gamblers Five. I polished my valve cover some and got high.

Sunday: Tron got a Dodge Neon. 2001. I'm proud of him. Now we're all representin Mopar. Yay. Just chilled in the house and watched tv for a while. I polished my valve cover a little more and the fumes are still gettin to me.

Shitty weekend summary? Well, considering how much I wrote last week, I figure yall need a break.