His name is Mick Allen... Bitch!

When you work in an industry where only 5 out of 100 people make it through their first year, it's no surprise when one or two of them suddenly becomes "sick" and disappears. To be frank, you almost expect it sometimes. reps come and go as frequent as i take showers. every month or so you see a new batch coming in full of ambition, and the eagerness to strive for their own, to make their dreams come true. and weeks goes by, months, hundreds of contacts, countless miles driven, hours and hours spent, you see their fire slowing dying out. some hides it better than others, some you can see on their face, their attitude, work ethic, crocked tie, sloppy dress, alcohol stains. And you can always tell by their eyes. it's like you can actually see the fire diminishing, quite depressing actually... yet, strangely exciting at the same time.

This is a tribute to Mick Allen, the class of July 06'. First of all, Thanks for not telling me about it! seriously, i'm always the last to know in the loop. Dave didn't tell me anything either, it's like... um... i think he's here... maybe he's sick? .... next thing you know Ted's giving a speech. fuck. But congratz on the new job! don't know the details but it sounds like a good fit for your situation. it'd be nice to start having some dough in your pocket every now and then, maybe next time you can buy me drinks instead of stealing them. I'll miss having you in the office, more so as a drinking partner than a role play partner, 'cause you suck at role playing. seriously, gotta get those set-up's down. a warrior on the phone, monster at set apps, super-duper at getting refs, but you stink like sweaty-summer-feet when it comes to INW. really... Oh well, at least you're not as bad as MacDonald. oh MacDonald... what should we do with you. don't get me started.

You sir, are not like the others. you might not be the smartest of them all, or the most dedicated one out of the group, or even the best looking one (sorry, that one's pretty much a given. it's very hard when ppl are pared up against my good looks, it's just in the genes.), but one thing you got Allen, is that you got balls. yes you do. And a greek women once told me that "in this business, it's all about the balls, the one with the most balls wins." It's true. Almost every who leaves says that they can make it in this business, but it's just not what they wanted. i think that's bullshit. 95% of the ppl can't make it in the buz 'cause it's hard, but you sir, are that 5%. don't ever doubt yourself, 'cause i've been around long enough to know that you're going to be successful.

I'll miss all the great times, in office and out of office. fireside by hedgewood, giving stole booze to the poor, how you're always making sure everyone's buckled up, the hot wings at ringo's and the burning poop the morning after, taking the insurance test 3 times, crashing costco party, getting your nose broken and fucken laugh about it. damn it allen. you're the only true irish man i know... wish you all the best down in cali, make something of this business. we're not crazy when we signed up for it, you and me both know that this is where you belong. go down there and kick some ass, give them hell, you're Mike Allen bitch!

Don't worry about the team, we'll take good care of ourselves. everyone knows that i'm the boss of the gang anyways, we just let you tack along every once in awhile 'cause we think you're funny. keep in contact, just know that now when you're down there, you'll have to drink enough for the both of us. i'll give you a call from town square when i made it through level III.

to health,

Waykool, the last of class July 06'.

May the sun road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May the Lord hold you in the palm of His hands.

- old irish blessing.

Happy Thanksgiving

have a good one out there. be safe... but not too safe. :)

don't get sick.

Saturday(s)

the great thing about not being is student is that we have no HOMEWORK! yes, i know and i'm sorry. but maybe one day, you too can be as cool as us working class. However, the one down fall about the working class is that we... have to work. And after a long week of fun-filled work, saturdays are like the happy hour in one's daily routine. we cherish every moment of our day to the second. and on the saturdays that we aren't forced to work, this is my normal routine.

wake up by noon
lunch
football
nap
dinner
finish football
fellowship/activity
downtown

it's a great routine, cherish to the last second of it. just great... somehow, we always managed to end up downtown, it's like its inevitable. much like drinking on the weekends.

so last night was no exception. the only one thing that was special about it was that... i was sober.

yep, it's true. i don't know how it happened, but i manage to stay sober*. some ppl thinks that you can't have fun if you're sober, eh... i beg to differ, last night was quite interesting.

highlights:
- a whole 5th of rum as pre-funk.
- an appearance in the ladies' bathroom. there were only TWO stalls! no wonder why the lines are so long.
- having my shoes puked on... twice... i loved it both times.
- raccoons!
- driving a sports car
- driving a sports car on the sidewalk
- driving a sports car on light rail tracks
- riding shot-gun w/ driver having 11 shots that night at 4am
- having the honor of seeing the mileage counter turned 80,000 miles.

all in all, i say it was a pretty fun night.

*sober: having 5 or less shots, and the last shot consumed was at least 2 hours ago.

how is that possible?

i'm not the cleanest person in the world, those of you who know me or have lived w/ me and testify to that. currently i average about 2 or maybe 3 showers on a weekly basis, as long as i'm showering more than the disciples back in the days or there's no skin irritations of any sort, then i'm good. aside from body hygiene, i usually let the mess in my room build up to a certain unbearable degree and then have one giant clean-up party, i just find it more efficient that way.

for the past two months i've been building a 2nd home in my car, especially my trunk. it's kinda like a closet/storage/dead-body transport space all rolled into one. i could practically live out of my car, and i have been. it's great having 3 wardrobes right there whenever you needed it. but then it got to the point of crazyness mess... it felt like i'm losing gas mileage because of all the excess junk i've been carrying in the car.

so i've decided to give the my car (aka: the monkey) a makeover the other day, an inner makeover...

as i was cleaning out the trunk, i noticed that on one of my tie that i had left in there, there was a small area that were chewed up... and i thought:
"hmm.. weird. ties don't rot do they? no... maybe it was some crazy tie-eating insects, like a moth or something.."

so i continued on with my cleaning, then i found one of my cotton shirt all chewed up in a ball fuzz and i'm like,
"okay... i think there's something in my trunk."

i looked closer and saw that there were little pieces of black rectangle dots on the sole of my shoes (shoes: i had 3 pairs).

"black dots? wait, no... those are droppings!! WTF?"

There were shitloads of droppings everywhere!!! well, just at the soles of my shoes. it's funny how it's only at the soles and not anywhere else, perhaps it's because of the smell? i don't know...

anyways, by the amount and the size of droppings, plus the chewed up shirts, and one left-over bagel i came to the conclusion that:
1) there's something living in here.
2) it better not be a mouse.
3) i hope its not a family.

it's really suspenseful trying to clean out your trunk knowing that the next item you've uncovered could open a can of whiskers. so the whole time i was tense and *cough* somewhat scared. but i pushed on thru.

i found this mysterious plastic bag with unknown content within. it looked highly suspicious 'cause it'd be the perfect nesting area among the pile of mess. so i picked up the bag and dropped it on the ground hoping that if in case, it would scared them out and run away peacefully. as i dropped the bag, i noticed there was definitely something compact and heavy in there 'cause 1) it felt heavy, and 2) it made a thud as it hit the floor. but nothing happened... no mouse, no movement, no luck. so i opened the bag for interrogation and realizes that the compact and heavy thing in there was just my camera... my digital camera. i've been looking for this thing for months, well, i guess i found it.

i could have sworn that i heard chirping as i was cleaning out the car, the whole time i was prepped for something to jump out at me but it never happened. so thus it could only lead to one of the following conclusion:

best case scenario: the creature had left just as mysterious as it first arrived, and the only passenger left in the monkey is me... and my friends. the end.
worst-case scenario: the creature creates a hive under the spare tire and develops a colony of little creatures and one day takes over the monkey and drives away leaving me carless.
most-likely scenario: me driving down I-5 one sunny day and the creature jumps out in an act of desperation and kills us both as we plummet down a 50-ft cliff.

i really hope it'll just freeze to death this winter and all i have to do is follow the smell to find the body. that'd be the easiest.

on the plus side, my car is clean now. anyone wants a ride?

I think i'm going to boston.

If you're passionate about something, like really passionate about it. would you..
a) do nothing about it.
b) do something about it.

...and if you do do something about it, do you think you would fail at it?

how do we know what our passion is? ah, there's the rub-da-rub-rub. and what is passion? is it something that keeps us going, waking us up in the morning, a reason for living? and LIVE, damn, how few of us ever really experience that on a daily basis. how many of you can wake up everyday and look yourself in the mirror and say that you are living the life that you dream of living? not many, but yet we dream... we wait because we dream, we dream because we want to live, and we live... to work.

now, this is not meant to all depressing and sad, but perhaps merely a different perspective. if you feel this way, like you're not going anywhere, stuck between a brick and a hard place, then maybe it's time to do something about it. i believe in hard work and how well it'll pay off in the future. but if that future is not your passion, then it'd be hard to live life.

i think i'm gonna have to do something about it... 'cause i can't wait much longer. and i'd bet if i'm really passionate about it, then i can make it work. guess that's as a good of a way to find out about your passion as any.

hai, i think i'm gonna change my deadline to the 20th of jan. damn, that's coming up soon. okay... let's roll.

work brings aggers to my head.

ps. my friend's hosting a party at mcfadden's this friday, free vip passes to all those who wants to come, it's a hostess competition and she's trying to get as many ppl as she can. let me know by wednesday if you're interested. come out and support my friend!!!

it's raining like cats and dogs!!!

i never did really understand what that means. oh well.

couple things i like to address first so there won't be anymore distractions for you guys, the girl in the picture is 1) not me, and 2) no i didn't take the picture so i don't know who she is, and i don't have her contact information either... and she does not have myspace.

now that we cleared that up, we can move on to the real reason why ppl visit this poor site of mine, david's awesomeness. sometimes i walked by girls too fast when i'm not careful, and thus causing them to break their own neck... it's sad i know, such a tragic gift. So umm... i kinda checked my profile today, like i do on a hourly basis, and you know what i noticed?? we've broke over 200 profile views!!! muh-hahahaa. i guess i do have some friends, or stalkers. either way, we've made it, and that's all that matters. now if we can just start engaging some conversation out of you guys that would be magnificent. just glorious.

you know, come to think of it, i don't exactly know who reads this thing 'cause if i were to list out all the ppl that ever left me a comment before i would have... six friends, one stranger, and 3 anonymous... which does not add up to 218! hmm... what am i doing wrong... oh, i know! i've neglected the needs of my fans. fear not my people, your fan voice has been heard. from now on, this site will be more interaction oriented. no longer will people just come here after a rough day at work/school/bathroom and be cheered up by david's embrassing yet strangly amousing stories. no longer will we be forced to live the life that the society made us to live and act like everything is ok. no longer will we sit here and do nothing while the world passes us by!

i have a dream that one day blogger/facebook/myspace will be judged not by the number of views/pokes/friends, but by the content and the expression our own creative thoughts.

i have a dream that this place can become a gateaway place for those who are weary, tired, and lonely. for them to come and leave just a bit more energetic, warm, and cared-for. for us to build a community of soil, so that we can all see how earthly we all are. and yet, full of nutrient and life.

i have a dream that one day my seven kids can look back at this and see how their dad, after all these years of harsh discipline and tough love, is really... just a dork. like you.

together, we can take this to the next level. and if you really think about it, there's not much to lose and all there is to gain. we can do it, you can help. so here's the rules,
- everytime you visit this website you must do one of the following:
1) comment on the blog topic
2) tell us something about your day
3) answer the daily interaction question*
4) show someone else about the blog
5) do nothing

option 5 is really not gonna get us anywhere... just want to clear that up. yep.

here goes nothing... the DIQ*

Q: we've all had those grade school romances, whether it be the long ones that lasted 3 days and a morning, or the short ones that went on from period 2 to period 6. the point is that we've all had them, i hope. if so, tell us about it. who was it :) how long did it last, who asked who out, what was the method? maybe letters? i don't know, you tell me!

and of course, i'll start off...
in 5th grade, back in the days of being a FOB *cough* (yes i grew out of it... okay i lied). anyways, back in 5th grade there were only 2 asians in our school, there were more... but it feels like two, one girl one me. and her name was... for confidentiality let's just call her... LUNA! muh-haha. so there were just me and her, and because she was cute and i was skinny, everyone thinks we're perfect for each other, and all our friends would try to hook us up through very subtle tricks like a) locking us together in a room and not letting us out, b) calling nicknames like luna-lover, and c) took a bow and arrow to school and shot her in the heart and then pointed fingers at me. the last one never worked out but you guys pretty much get the picture... i don't think we were ever offically bf/gf, but man, it really did mess me up w/ girls till middle school. or high school... okay, till last friday, there happy? bah!

so there's that. yep, now it's YOUR turn!!!

- sorry luna :) sometimes you just gotta take one for the team. hugs and kisses. dork!

let's just hope that i know what i'm doing.

brought a new cd. snow patrol. yaya!

the thing about life is that it's always changing. and that's life. sometimes when the changes happens too fast life can become stressful, and when it's too slow, life's boring. But with the right amont of change in one's life, at a pace that suitable to our own abilities, life can be, and is... interesting. if not, exciting. now, doesn't that sound nice.

life's been intersting this past week. for good and the bad. some of the worst experience i've encountered in years mixed between some of the best experiences, from all up high and swell in business down to near the bottom in a matter of day, from crazy work to crazy social to crazy rest. but at the end of the week, after all is said and done, it's just another week that passed by in this thing we called life.

now tomorrow, is another day, another week, another start. what happened last week can deteremine the events that will happen this week, or can it? this week is going to be a good week, 'cause i've decided it. and i'll let you know how it goes... next week.

week in short:
- okay monday
- bad tuesday
- weird wednesday
- good thursday
- rollercoaster friday
- party saturday
- rest sunday

notes-
- beavers beat asu 44-10.
- blazers beat minni 88-86 at home. rec: 2/1

if i lay here, if i just lay here.
would you lie with me and just forget the world?