1-31-10

This is my last blog of the month...which leads me to the realization that I have kept up with this for a month straight! So I've fulfilled 1/12 of the new year's resolution! I have no soul-searching are deep things to write about for this occasion. I hope that the quality of this will steadily increase. I also hope that I will keep this commitment for over a year. Yeah, just stop at a year and a day. No, just kidding, I'll end that joke now so my handful of readers won't have to suffer the excruciating mental anguish of the terrible (and not the little kids getting hit by cars kind of terrible joke-wise) crack I just made. And I'll try to stop writing run-on sentences. Even though writing them is as easy as breathing for me.

Breakfast

1-30-10

You should never let anybody but yourself guide your own life. Nine times out of ten, they're not in the right place to tell you what to do...

(This statement might just be irrelevant, because when all is said and done there are many factors and people dictating your life. First and foremost, parents are the first to implant values and what have you. Second but certainly not last in importance, the environment, in its most general aspects. Nobody is truly free, whether its the nurturing from your loved ones or the nature of the society that you live in.)

...in other words just avoid taking bad advice to heart. Lord only knows how much I've had to learn and re-learn this.

1-29-10

In a recent study, it has been proven that people walk 10% faster in big cities during rush hour than they used to ten years ago. This gives proof to the fact that the world is becoming more fast-paced. Children are growing up faster, and adults just can't wait until they move up another level in what they're doing. Less and less people are not paying attention to everything around them and more to themselves. People are seeing only the smallest corner of the big picture, ignoring everything that couldn't possibly be about them. I'm one of those people. I get annoyed when people walk slow, blocking my way to where I'm going. Those saunterers seem so oblivious to everything. Don't they know that people have to get some where and they might be preventing them from getting there on time? At least that what I think when I encounter them (this is the nicer curse word free version though). But the truth is, those are the people who are probably the least oblivious, because they just might be taking everything in, and enjoying it. In the end I should probably take a few cues from those saunterers. But most likely I won't. Because god damnit I have some fucking places to go I tell you!

1-28-10

For a person to step outside of their own personal opinion, they would have to be neutral. And being neutral with your own opinions simply isn't possible. People always have to take sides, and not one person can be considered neutral when it comes to their beliefs. Beliefs shape who we are as a person, and being neutral in every way simply isn't human.
In a perfect world where people can give in and step out of their beliefs boundaries, agreeing with some one with beliefs opposite of yours is entirely possible. But we don't live in that world. It is truly a nice notion but I don't think people will readily give up what shapes them as a person. You might as well be taking their identity away from them. Because for most to all people, what they believe and what they think they are shapes the paths of their lives. Gazing at the world through rose colored spectacles is more satisfying then walking through the world without them. The world as it is can be harsh, and their beliefs mask all the unsavory truths they don't want to come face to face with.

1-27-10

Not an attractive picture really. But my breast can be quite problematic at times.

As I was reading a passage by Jiddu Krishnamurti, an Indian philosopher, I finally came to the determination that education is just one of those other means for conformity. Most to all college students, including myself are going to college to learn more, but above all, get a leg up on the competition for our future careers. One must conform in the slightest bit to be happy. Humans want acceptance, interaction, and above all prosperity. I can honestly say that I chase after those things. I don't need acceptance from everybody, but just with the people that see eye to eye with me in some way. I'll leave you with this one quote that speaks for itself:

"Do you know what it means to learn? When you are really learning throughout your life and there is no special teacher to learn from. Then everything teaches you..."
-Jiddu Krishnamurti

At Burk Hall after finding out that my english class had been switched to a whole different building.

Lake Merced.

Lake Merced again.

1-26-10

Everything can be left to interpretation. The state that we live in, where we live, and why we're here. Everybody chooses their own interpretation. Most of the time people interpret positively, because life would suck if they didn't do so in such a way. I'd like to think that I interpret things positively. When life hands me a shit sandwich I'll do my best to pretend that its salami on rye. Things are going good though. No shit sandwiches headed my way soon, or at least that's the way that I'd like to interpret the current state of affairs.

1-25-10

I'm slowly but surely getting back into campus life. I had my first class today, english 114. The teacher is a young guy, and sure enough, he enjoys butchering the english language by using acronyms such as LMAO, LOL, BRB, and so on. He seems like a good teacher, but at the end of the day that is such a contradiction. I guess I just picture teachers having no life outside of school. Its the same concept as when the public thinks that politicians never sleep around at first. Teachers and politicians alike have to get outside of their working realm and do something that isn't expected of them at all. People have to get their kicks, however trivial they might be.

1-24-10

Those two pretty much describe how I felt today. But on to other business. Today I arrived back at SFSU. On the plane to there it was so apparent that elderly people hold such reverie for plane rides, whereas younger people don't. I guess it's just the fact that plane rides were something exclusive when they were younger, so they put on their "sunday best" (that was quite literal for today). Today also rekindled my love/hate relationship for the muni/bart. Its either that its right there when I need it or its late. All in all, today was a day of paradoxes.

In the terminal at John Wayne Airport.

Passengers on the Bart. I can never seem to sleep on public transportation. I guess I'm too paranoid.

At the samtrans bus stop.

Dinner.

1-23-10

It's weird how you can get used to a place you used to live in in under a week. It proves the concept that home is what you make it. Though Riverside is more of a home to me then San Francisco, San Francisco has its high points. Education and a place that is different than what I was used to in good ole Riverside. Riverside is where most of the people that I genuinely care about are. But in the end of the day San Francisco is where it's at for me, and perhaps a future career.

The old Circle K where I acquired many slurpees over the years.

1-22-10

As the days progress and I have yet to take a shower, I gradually get more motivated to do things. I cleaned most of my parents house, got laundry squared away and dropped off packages at the post office. When I was little, before the days of printing your own labels at home, my mom would drag me to the post office. The hours I spent in the post office might have well as counted as another layer of hell, like all the other layers in Dante's Inferno. No traumatizing moments happened there, it was just that there was nothing to do, or even look at. But as technology advanced those visits decreased. And my not-so-inner child isn't complaining.

1-21-10

Yeah the powers of using photo booth to kind of disguise how shiteous you look are indeed amazing. In other news, I'm only days away from returning back to San Francisco State for another semester. I am beyond excited. But for right now I'm house ridden as a result of the current rain storm in southern California. Lets just say the dry riverbed that my neighbor hood was built on isn't so dry. As per usual the yard has kind of flooded, which is fun. Rain is fine too, as long as I don't have to walk in it for a mile or so. Then I selfishly wish for a drought. Most to all of the rain water doesn't contribute to California's water supply so I don't have anything to worry about if that wish does in fact comes true, right?

1-20-10

Whilst walking through the aisles of the local Cardena's (mexican market) I came to the conclusion that my family has no particular culture. The choices of culture that my family can be involved with is either the typical white-bread culture or the native american culture. The native american culture for the tribe that my dad and I are in is essentially dead. So my family's chances for having any type of culture is the white culture. But that culture is so general and far reaching that it can't even be considered to be a culture, unique in itself. So I guess no special culture for me.

This is the only decent picture of a little mexican kid that I can get. I swear the darker little kids get, the cuter they are. I felt like a pervert taking pictures of little kids.

Cardena's pt. dos

Cardena's part tres.

Cardena's part cuatro.