Archive for January, 2001
January 18, 2001 at 9:09 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Decided to quit AIM for a while
Realised last night that it’s ruining my health and my social life. Not to mention, without AIM, I’ll have a lot more time for KEY Club, Black Student Union, and the GSA. As of now, I’m doing a half assed job in all three. I feel horrible!! 
A pinoy named roy, huh? I know a pinoy named roy, too. He lives in San Diego though. He calls me Kimmy. I didn’t like that. Only BooBoo gets to call me Kimmy. And only I get to call BooBoo, well, BooBoo. ^_^
My friend Hyung and I came up with a rather good cheer a few months back.. Do you guys know the one ice breaker that goes “Ride ride ride that pony every body get up and ride that big fat pony, ride ride ride that pony, get up and ride that big fat pony!!” ??… Well, just change all the “pony”‘s to “pinoy”‘s haha. and you’ll get our cheer. ^_^; Rather witty, I thought.
It’s freezing cold, and my room has a brand-new electric blanket. Isn’t it obvious where I’m going to go next? 
Yes yes.
And for those of you who miss me… Call me, please? You know I’ll be lonley without you. 
Especially Nick.. And Ray… And yeah. Nick and Ray mostly. 
Well, and my asses of course. But that goes without saying. Speaking about my asses. I should get off my ass right now. MuAH.
Good Night, all.
January 17, 2001 at 9:07 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Ahh.. How I’ve Missed You
Lovely blogger page. It’s been so long. Yesterday? What happened yesterday that kept me from blogging? Oh yes. I was cleaning out my room. My mom made me pull out my entire wardrobe… And now I have my old wardrobe minus three garbage bags. Heh Heh Heh. Very exciting, isn’t it? I found it hard to part with some of the items of clothing.. But I know it’s all for the better. Afterall, it ads some umph to the clothes for the clothes drive that I’m running at school.
Ray: (I’m too lazy to link) I’ve never believed in long distance relationships… It just seems too impossible for me. I dont think I could handle not seeing my significant other at least once a week. Eish. Maybe if I find the right guy. . . Hhaha.
January 15, 2001 at 5:50 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I’m so glad You had fun
Though I’m kinda disappointed that you were drinking. -.-;; Bleeeeeeeeeeeeh. I guess I shouldn’t be lecturing you about it, though… I’m not really in a position to be worrying about you. ^.^; Anyhow. I’m going to go look at my new clothes now. Geez. We bought so much I can’t even remember what I got!!
January 15, 2001 at 10:44 am · Filed under Rigamarole
I had a Compaq.. too
I feel yah… I only fixed my problem by buying a new computer. Aish!! I’m sooo sorry you have to go through that! I hope everything clears up for you babes. ^_^ Go shirt ninJAY go. HEhehe.
(:P I still say it should be “short ninJAY”…)
January 15, 2001 at 10:36 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Aish
What did i do in my past life to have been born so wretched?
January 15, 2001 at 10:35 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Freedom Train
The day is clear and the sky is sunny. Perfect for the largest rally day of BSU… MLK day. But of course… I have a train ticket. And my mother won’t let me go. Five fucking bucks. And it’s not the five bucks. It’s the fucking principle. I want a car. If I had my own car I wouldn’t have had to depend on her. This wouldn’t matter. I would be on the train and fucking halfway to San Fransisco for one of the things I’m sure would have been a greatest event of my life.
At one point she even offered to drive me. Right. After she lectured me for almost two hours. Yeah. I’m going to go even though everything I do is going to make me tihnk about her and feel guilty. That’s really great. Guilttrip your child into not going. Now she’s acting all nice to me too. As if she really cares. She just doesn’t want me upset cuz that’ll make her life harder. Fuck it. I’m so fucking tired of my politic driven family. Why does everything have to run on so many fucking unsaid rules and laws.
I want to curl up in a little ball and shut the world out.
January 15, 2001 at 12:33 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Sometimes…
Sometimes.. I think that if I could only lay my head on his shoulder and feel him next to me and hold his hand and feel his warmth… all my troubles will disappear and everything will be OK.
January 15, 2001 at 12:30 am · Filed under Rigamarole
I want to know what love is
Sometimes it seems as if human emotions are so elusive to me. There are times when I know I should be filled with indignant anger, or depression, yet I am only filled with apathy. Thare are times that I feel like I’m in a slump, yet everything is fine… and I can’t seem to find the happiness that I am reaching for.
And then.. There are days like today, when I reach out and search for love… What is love though… and how will I know waht it is when it comes along? Ah. Everyone tells me I will just know when it happens. What if I’m staring love in the face and I don’t know it. What if I’ve been looking so far for love, and love is right next to me? I have to wonder…
Aish. I’m so emotionally retarded.
January 15, 2001 at 12:01 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Anger and Sadness
I find that whenever I’m angry, sad, or depressed I vent my anger by creating webpages. It’s kind of depressing, when I really think about it.. Because I don’t really have enough talent to make things extraordinarily good.. So I end up creating a slew of half-assed pages that are alright, but aren’t what I would normally churn out during a bout of inspiration.
Im more lonley than anything else today, I guess.
January 14, 2001 at 11:49 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
A Relationship on a Lie
Lies. Mm. Especially lies about the superficial. Should they matter? What kind of lie is a bad lie? If I were to tell you that my online persona is completely different than me in real life? What if you found out that I’m not the person that you see?
Would that make things any different between you and I? Would you not love me anymore… Because my exterior is but an illusion?
Why should it matter what I look like on the outside if you truly love me for who I am? Even if I have lied to you from the beginning?
Would things be different if it was a lie about something else?
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