A quickie
A quick search on google proves me right. This “hexillusion” fellow is in the habit of defacing guestbooks everywhere. Well… I guess everyone needs to have SOMETHING to do in their spare time, right? ^_^*?
Archive for September, 2001
Haters
A long time ago, when my webpage was still on AOL, I had a guestbook on guestpage.com. Guestpage had a design contest in which I entered — and actually won a spot on the best design page.
Winning that [haha in my crap-stage of design no less] came as, suprisingly, a burden. I ended up having to erase at least 5 messages a month from people who A. tried to forward my page to their page [you can do that in guestpage]… Or would just mess up my page completely through stylesheets, layers and whatevers. Very annoying.
So I go there today and see big banners across my now BLACK [originally white] page saying “Hexillusion OWNZ j00!” all over the page. Great.
Internet graphitti. What will they come up with next?
Cute? Old mannish?
Yeah, that’s what I said to Katie in referral to this: sexy in an old mannish way type guy. So what makes him sexy? Perhaps it’s the eyebrow thing. I dig the brow. But then, what makes him young, yet so oldmannish at the same time? Perhaps it’s the gotee. Or maybe I’m just used to Asian men who look 5 years younger than White men at almost any given age.
Don’t get me wrong, I like old mennish men! I don’t dislike them at least. A HREF=”http://www.geocities.com/the_lilypad/50eggs/”>this guy just happens to remind me of one. Like sean connery.
He’s probably closer to my age than sean connery though.
P.S. Everyone congratulate him on learning how to make circles! Woo yay!
Junk
How does junk pile up so fast? It’s so weird! I clean out my room, take out the trash and all that junk regularly, but before I know it, my room’s a dump again! It’s as if all my hard work ends up amounting to nothing. I know what you’re thinking… “Why don’t you just put things back where you’re supposed to… Or just stop cleaning?”
I can’t stop cleaning because I’ll go crazy after a couple days after it reaches peak messienss.
But then… I’m probably the most absentminded person I know… I can’t even remember to put my clothes on the right way sometimes. So that doesn’t work either.
Sigh, I guess I’ll just have to keep on as I have been then, huH? >_
Woohoo! Links links links!
Not included on my sidebar links, but still want to be linked? Go to my:Free For All Link Page and link yourself away… 
Even if you are already on the side. Hehe. [It’s pretty empty right now… like.. No links.
Would you like a bowl of whorage?
Meant tho put these up eariler, but forgot.
She thinks that the anime sillouhite I made of me is a little hitler man! Haha. She even commented on the shoes. 
They’re sposed to be loose socks. Hee hee. Guess I’m not a good artist afterall!
She complemented my madpimp.com layout. Teehee. I’m so honoured!
Inquiring minds.
Why do people always insist on bringing up the things that bother you most? Those things that you would rather forget, those things that you’re most ashamed of, those things that are better not discussed. Those things that hurt you? Do they gain some sick pleasure, some feeling of superiority that makes them feel as if they’re better than you?
Why is it that the things you don’t want to talk about, they want to press the issue? Can’t they tell by the short answers, the hesitations in the replies and the changing of the subject that you don’t want to talk about it? Or is it fun to see your so-called ‘friend’ fidget trying to reply about things that they don’t talk about. The funniest part is when they ask:
Are you crying?
No, I’m not crying. Do you want me to? Would that make you feel better? Would it make you stop asking me these questions? Do you like it when people cry? Does it make you feel strong? And then they can give their mock sympathy, right? And walk away feeling as if they’ve done all they can for their poor unfortunate friend. You know, that one that is always unhappy for one reason or another.
“Inquiring minds want to know,” they claim. Yeah, you want to know all those deep down dirty secrets… So that you can pretend to feel sorry for me and feel like you’re doing good. And it’s never the good things I’ve done, either. It’s the times that i hesitate to answer that the “Inquiring minds want to know.”
Why is it that I’m not afraid to bare my soul to a stranger? Why is it that it’s so much easier for me to spew all my feelings to somebody I don’t know. Why is it so much scarier speaking to somebody I’ve known for years? — because those are the people who’ll give me the most probing questions. The people whose appetites aren’t satisfied by the surface level happenings of my life. They want to know the details.
Why must I sit here and relive the things that I would rather forget? It’s not that interesting to you — don’t pretend it is. It’s not like you can help me anyway — why do you have to know about it?
Do I seem overly bitter? Why don’t you try thinking of the things that you’ve done that you would most like to forget. And then have someone who’s supposedly supposed to be your friend ask you months later “why did you do that?” “why did this happen?” “What do these results mean?” “So you did this for what?”
Yeah, if that doesn’t hurt then I applaud you because it sure as hell fucking hurts me having people make me relive shit that I’ve been trying to forget.
Oh yeah!
I was so excited I forgot to say who it was from. hohoh. I got that from BUSTIN JUSTIN one of the coolest SPOP3 kiddos around. 
Oh BOY!
My first ever [and probably last ever] fan sign! GOOOO ME! I’m SUPA PIMP!
Kim = PIMP
Picnic
Bamboozled Jason into picnic-ing with me today and realized on the way there that this was the first ‘official’ picnic I’ve ever had. I’ve never actually had an in-the-park not a big group outing and not in the back yard type picnic before. It was quite pleasant. After I ate 3 sandwiches, chips, a popsicle [from the ice cream man that I’ve known since childhood], Hello Panda cookie thingies, and eyed the Pocky… I just laid my head on his arm and we fell asleep together underneath the dense shade of a tree and a clear, blue sky. It was like a fairy tale.
It seems boring in retrospect, to fall asleep together… But for me it feels like one of the most intimate things you can do with someone else. It’s like you’re letting all your guards down and trusting yourself to them completely.
That, and the soft warm breeze, the sound of children playing in the distance and a terribly full stomach made for a beautiful afternoon.
