Archive for August, 2001
August 29, 2001 at 12:34 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
So I went to McDonalds for the first time in… I don’t even remember how long. It’s really weird, but it’s almost like stepping back in time. One of those places that hasn’t changed since the time I was a little kid going there with my mom.
It makes me feel nostalgic — yet I get some strangely unpleasant flashbacks as well.
Like the time I saw a girl getting attacked [probably raped] in the parking lot there. I was 7 years old and it was late at night. My mom stopped by the McD’s to pick up something for me to eat on the 40 minute ride home to our house from her work. [She owned a manicurist shop… and I stayed with her there all day.]
I saw a girl pressed up against the wall by a large guy. She was struggling and yelling “no!” and he slapped her across the face. I looked at my mom and she said “don’t look, there’s nothing we can do” so I looked forward, and tried to erase the image out of my mind. To this day, each time I pass that section of the store, I feel a certain amount of sadness.
Another memory that comes to mind is the image of me as a little kid, going in to buy things by myself because my mom was too tired from her 14 hour day to go in and buy some food. It makes me wonder if hard work is ever really worth it. Sure, we had lots of money back then — but it’s not like we had any time to spend it all…
Sometimes the things that are supposed to evoke the most happy of feelings can unintentially evoke sadness as well. Despite the reds and yellows and smiling faces at McD’s… I know that’s one place I where I don’t really want to feel nostalgia at again.
August 29, 2001 at 8:06 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Have I ever mentioned how much I hate shipping and handling? :
August 28, 2001 at 9:23 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
There aren’t very many things in the world that are as satisfying as taking a long pee after a long, long wait. Especially after a long long wait AND ridicule from friends. Not to say that anything like that actually happened to me today — it’s just a random observation.
Now, I have many pleasures in this world… Some very pleasureable and some not as pleasurable. An example of VERY pleasurable would be the obvious: sex/bowel movement/pee. Examples of the not as pleasurable [but still very pleasurable nonetheless] – Designing, reading, Sanrio… Well, Sanrio is somewhere in between.
So what is it about things that make them pleasurable? With all except one on my list it’s a way to escape from the world by immersing your thoughts into one subject or one bodily action. Are those really the pleasures in life? The small escapes from your life?
How ironic.
I guess that’s why people like drugs and alcohol so much. Those, too, allow one to escape from the daily ruckus and drown into a world where nothing really matters except for existance. Well, I wouldn’t really know about it… But it seemed an appropriate way to express it.
So then, what are things IN life that can be pleasurable and not considered an outlet or an escape from emotions? Can you think of one? For me, even Sanrio allows me to set free my childish side… ^_~; So yeah… Pleasures…
There’s a store near me called “Pleasures of the heart”
They sell sex toys.
August 28, 2001 at 3:02 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I’m so tired. From doing nothing. Something’s wrong with my body something’s wrong with me. It could be a mental thing — but it feels so real. Maybe I’m neurotic/psychotic. It makes me want to rhyme.
Neurotic/psychotic/Lost without logic/Just had to blogit/Cuz I’m a cam bitch/Oh yeah/ Dont say you’re the shit/ Dont say you’re the bomb/ I don’t give a tit/ Ahh fuck with me and you’re gone.
Kim is tired. Hello my name is Kim and I like Polish weiners. Have you noticed that chinese sausages are a lot smaller but tastier than polish/german sausages? Coincidence? I think not.
What the hell was I talking about again?
August 27, 2001 at 11:47 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I don’t want to make it seem as if I’m making light of Aaliyah’s death — because it really is a tragedy. I’m just tired of all these people who are suddenly realizing that they should live their lives to the fullest just because somebody famous died.
People die every day and yet the average person always forgets their resolve to live life to the fullest. Why? Because they are scared of the consequences.
The funny thing is, some of the things that make you feel the most alive don’t have any consequences at all. You just have to find them.
Anyhow, back to the subject at hand. I’m tired of reading about all of these people who are suddenly appreciative of their lives now that someone has died. Someone young. Beautiful. Someone famous. I mean, life was just as precious before she died and now people are finally realizing its worth? It makes no sense to me.
Oh well, at least those people are the ones who are taking Aaliyah’s death in a more positive light.
August 27, 2001 at 11:41 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
After reading a bunch of blogs that I don’t give a shit about, I think I’m going to add to the misery of the WWW and talk about what I did today.
-Took my first dump in a week.
-Went back to sleep
-Read about 30 pages that all either a. talked about aaliyah or b. talked about what they did that day.
-Ate
-Slept
-Took a Piss
-Changed out of my nightclothes and showered
-Went to the mall and bought $52.00 worth of Sanrio ish. ^^; piku!!
-Ate
-Took a piss
-Wrote this entry
Holay molay what a beautiful day.
August 27, 2001 at 1:36 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I’m terrible when working with print. For some reason nothing ever comes out the right size. That, and things always either seemed too spaced out or too cluttered. 
Boo. Maybe I should take a class on print-art. Hehe. Maybe I’ll actually start making $.
August 27, 2001 at 12:31 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
So many sites so little time. So many BORING sites so little time to find sites that are actually enjoyable. What do you do then? You surf surf surf. But then what about those people desparately looking for attention? You write a line in their guestbook like you care and you move on. You don’t even have to write it like you care. Just write SOMETHING so that they know the hits they’re getting on their site aren’t purely from their own reloads.
Yes. That is my final answer. They don’t care if you like their site or not [that’s what they all write in their bios, right?], so you don’t have to be caring when you write in their book. I’m not saying be rude. But don’t be nice unless you really mean it! If you have nothing good to say, say something neutral instead.
I’m tired of all these nice, fake people on the ‘net.
August 27, 2001 at 12:00 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Feeling so crappy and all, these last couple days have become one big blur. I made a new splashpage for madpimp.com my main domain page [durrr], and have been working hard to finish the door business site. It’s like an HTML overload. 
I began a ‘design blog’ on my main site as well, to write about all those amazingly designed sites that I envy oh-so-much. It’s nice not to link personal sites for once.
I still haven’t decided what I want on my new computer, but I’ll think about it tomorrow.
Today was one of those days that starts out really dull and becomes really awesome. I went to the Children’s Discovery Museum of San Jose today. I chose that over seeing a movie — it was worth every moment, too. I got to play with all these gadgets, sit on a firetruck, play with bubbles, sand, and a million other cool things PLUS I got to make my very own authentic cornhusk doll. =] Mine actually came out really nice for a beginner’s… It looks like the Blair Witch doll a little bit, only prettier.. 
It’s got angel wings, which I love. If you see it’s shadow only, it’s beautiful. I still have yet to name it.
I saw my second yaoi [gay] anime today. I’m not so sure if I like WATCHING yaoi as much as I like reading it. Of course, Jason was pretty distracting with all his ‘ews’ and other… whatnots.
Anyhow… THat’s about all. I didn’t go to wal-mart or anything that exciting, but I can’t think of anything deep or intelligent to write about seeing that it’s 12 PM and I’m super tired. ^___^ So goooood night y’all!
August 27, 2001 at 11:19 am · Filed under Rigamarole
I used to be inspired all the time, that is, with ideas — but never took the time to write things down or actually DO the things that I thought about doing. Now, the ideas come further apart and I find myself actually attempting some of them. It makes me wonder whether or not inspiration is always a good thing.
The ideas I used to get used to come and go very fast — which made me lose interest in them quickly so even if I did start something, I would end it half-assed. Now, I have less inspiration but also get bored of things less which makes me go into things with all of my heart and tend to do LESS of a half assed job than I used to.
Perhaps it’s all a part of growing up.
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