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Also, my roommate Ivy just got in a car accident. I think she’s OK, but pray for her anyway.
…I couldn’t help but look…”
The other day, I was driving to Michael’s Arts and Crafts Store in the pouring rain when I realized that the lane I was in was at almost a standstill. Now, I am admittedly not a very good driver, so at one block away from my destination, when given the choice between waiting it out and risking the changing of lanes into oncoming traffic from a stopped position….
I choose waiting it out.
That’s when I saw smoke coming out of Pat & Oscars. Inching forward to the corner, I was then not too surprised to see a firetruck and caution tape wrapped around the back side of the building.
In all of my curiosity, it wasn’t until the person behind me honked that I realized the light was green.
That’s when I came to the realization — I am guilty of one of the worst driving crimes out there: rubbernecking.
But, in an effort to justify my actions, I came up with this analogy:
Rubbernecking is very similar to an amusement park ride
Case Point #1: The long lines
First, one is subjected to unbearably long lines, inching forward little by little to the ultimate destination.
At some point in both waits, you say to yourself “this better be good.”
Case Point #2: The short satisfaction
Whether it is being hurtled through space for 30 seconds, or realizing that you did not just wait 1 hour to drive 2 miles simply because people are trying to torture you — knowing that your wait wasn’t in vain, somehow makes it all worth it.
Am I the only one that feels a sick sense of placidity and a need to look when I realize that I’ve been in traffic for 10 times longer than I should because of an accident?
Or are there other reasons why people rubberneck?
Do you rubberneck? If so, why?
…I feel… so guilty.
Who here likes puzzles?
Today’s entry kind of sucked, so I present you with this riddle: The Crimson Room.
Find all the clues by clicking around and solving the puzzles to get out of the room to reach the vermillion room. My roommate sent this to me a while back and it afforded me half an hour of fun and frustration. I hope it will entertain you as much.
For full sized version (easier clickin): Click Here
Home page of Crimson Room Creator: Takagism
Additional Rooms Found Here:
Note, everything is in chronological order, so do the crimson room first,then the viridian room then the blue chamber for best story flow.
Love,
Kim
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As most of you have probably noticed, I take no pains in hiding the fact that I’m a huge nerd. In fact, in a way, I relish in the glory of being one of the geekiest kids you’ll ever meet.
However, it wasn’t always that way. I was once quite the ugly duckling who wanted desperately to be cool. Here is a picture of me as a youngster 7-9 years ago (not sure exactly, but that was the timespan of those particular glasses).
Early Years 
As you can see, I was quite the looker. Needless to say the men were bowing at my feet with offers of marriage, and the popular/beautiful/popular girls were all scrambling to be my friend. …Not.
That is why today’s story is particularly touching.
The other day (01.27.2005), I received this particularly interesting message in my message box.
 are you the same kim nguyen that I knew when i went to westmont for a year? You were one of my few friends. You used to wear red glasses if I remember correctly. If so, i’m so sorry I did not keep in touch over the years. After we moved, I lost the book that I wrote down numbers in. Anyhow, I’d love to be able to catch up with you after the past 7 years. I hope this doesn’t creep you out or anything.
-Peter |
Peter? Peter. Peter….. Peter. (clicks on his profile)… HOLY CRAP! Peter! FELLOW NERD-FRIEND, FRENCH PARTNER, AND CHESS CLUB MEMBER
My friend from 9th grade had found me randomly after 7 years
Unbelievable. After 7 years, he still remembered me and my red glasses. It was one of the most poignant moments of my life. I was so excited that I failed to reply to his message because I was too busy telling all my friends the amazing story of my friend Peter from high school.
| Aww come on…you don’t remember me? Well it’s cool because I did move and go to a different High School after freshman year.
-Peter |
Ok, I’m retarded, I’m sorry I didn’t reply, Peter… Take this PUBLIC APOLOGY from me, PLEASE. But seriously — you are officially on the list of high on cool people I know.
Ok, so it’s a given that we were both fairly nerdy. However, what you might not realize is that at the beginning of my highschool career I was also somewhat of an outcast. Because of that, my groups in classes always ended up being all the outcasts of the class.
Peter was also an outcast (sorry Peter! you know it’s true!)… So needless to say, in French class, we shared many a group projects.
The best group project we ever did was an end of the year video presentation in French Class [note: almost all group presentations were videos].
Has anyone ever taken French? If you have you might have had to been exposed to the horrible French Learning tapes that featured a talking pineapple named “Anana” (pineapple). For our final project we had to create our own episode of Anana’s adventures.
Je suis un anana! 
Ours was the greatest project ever — we filmed it in my backyard, and the plot was priceless. (Let’s see if I remember this correctly….It’s been 7 years)
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The Plot
Anana (Peter) goes to cafe. Meets Ananette (Our own character, played by me). Orders a drink Anana and Ananette get angry at each other for some reason Anana is walking around my back yard and gets shot with a rifle. There is a spray of yellow construction paper. Ananette grieves and then dies somehow. The waiter says some pithy line in french, and the video ends with the waiter showing a pineapple can with the word “Ananette” inscribed on the front. |
I’m telling you, we’re freakin’ geniuses.
Je suis un Ananette! Just kidding, my real french name was FIFI for all four years of french. Fifi Nguyen.
I wish I still had that video, so I could show all of you. It was straight genius.
My eyes became moist. It made me realize that sometimes, you make an impact in people’s lives without ever having known it. Thank you, Peter, for finding me.
Love,
Kim
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The Legend of Xanga : Propseeker 
Our Hero first began this journey through the World of Blog 6 years ago. In those days, it was a world without Eprops, and a world without comments. People came and went as they pleased. It was a happy time. She left the world for a while, thinking that when she came back everything would be the same.
All alone 
One day, as Our Hero was galavanting through the fields of Internet, she came across a wise mage. The mage told her about how the World of Blog had changed — and that a new, barren land had been formed called Land of Xanga. He said that there was a huge shortage of good writers and that through her pen, she could change the Land of Xanga to a place where content reigned supreme.
The Wise Mage Sup007 
However, to begin changing the world, she must first go on the quest for the elusive Eprops — with enough of them, she could open the door to The Castle of Featured and show everybody in the Land of Xanga, that indeed it was not just titties and whining, but content, thought and good writing that could reign as KING in the Land of Xanga.
Our Hero took the challenge.
Our Hero began collecting a few e-props a day, from friends and acquaintances. Soon Our Hero realized that one could not reign KING in the Land of Xanga on that alone. So, she began seeking out more information.
Soon, she ran into a quite formidable enemy:
KING CAKALUSA MONSTER 
King Cakalusa Monster was well known in the Land of Xanga for bringing laughter to his people. However, she wanted to learn from him to one day herself reach the status of KING.
Befriending the Monster 
So, Our Hero got by this monster by befriending him and presenting him with the gift of CAM. He acknowledged her skill of CAM and gave her another powerful weapon in return – the gift of LINKAGE. And also some Eprops from his own pocket.
Cam Prowress 
However, the enemies did not stop there. She encountered hundreds of bad writers, dirty emo kids, “random propz!”, and “COMMENT BACKS OK?!”. At one point Our Hero was so overwhelmed that she left the Land of Xanga and went back to the Country of Real Life for a little while. However, Our Hero was not to be deterred for long.
The Worst Enemies 
One week later, Our Hero returned with a vengeance, realizing that all the monsters were doing exactly what they were supposed to, and that she should not let them get in her way, but strike them with her boomerang of Zero Eprops and continue writing.
To this day, Our Hero continues her quest as the Legendary Propseeker to gain the status of KING — currently she has succeeded in reaching the 2nd Door to the Castle of Featured.
The Quest is Not Finished 
And still she continues. Writing, striking down enemies with boomerangs, and giving you zero Eprops, seeking for the Legendary Treasure of Featured Content #1.
My drawing! Click fast forward to see me draw lightening quick!.
It has come to my attention that indeed, for today, 02/21/05, I AM the KING of Xanga! ALL HAIL ME MIGHTY KING OF XANGA. And now, I rest.
Love,
Kim
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With the progression of our society towards a more open and accepting world we’ve come to a time and place where people have become relatively open with their sexuality.
Until recently I knew of gay people, bisexuals, trans-sexuals, trans-genders, and of course, straight people. However, as of late, more and more new terms seem to be popping out of nowhere.
Metrosexual: “An urban male with a strong aesthetic sense who spends a great deal of time and money on his appearance and lifestyle.”
Pansexual: “A person who participates in (or is open to) sexual activities of many kinds.”
This got me thinking, what will be the next word-rage to define oneself with the suffix of “sexual”?
Trisexual 
One who likes to have sex with tricycles.
Fedexual 
One who likes to have sex with mails.
A:\sexual 
One who has wayyy too much cybersex
Statuesexual 
One who likes to have sex with statues.
Love,
Kim
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My Apartment
The best apartment ever. Really.
Since so many of you are from far, far, distant places, I thought it might be cool to show you how I live out here in Orange County. Trust me… This ain’t the OC that you see on TV
Welcome to my apartment.
As you walk in, take a look around — our apartment has plenty of interesting sights to see. Note our indoor pool, indoor lawn, and indoor cardboard cutouts who squat in our apartment.
Take off your shoes
James Dean says, “Damn these bitches got a lot of shoes!”
Marilyn likes the pantry
We tend to find Marilyn in the pantry as often as not. Other times she’s in the bathroom. We’re concerned because we think she might be bulimic.
Elvis is a whore
It’s nice to come home and have a boy waiting for you in your bed. . . He gets around in our apartment, though.
Being a computer science major, I don’t really get to go out that often. However, our apartment does have wireless internet and I do have a laptop, so I tend to wander around the apartment quite a bit… So between my roommate and I, we’ve been able to simulate the outdoors with an indoor pool and grass.
Simulating the outdoors
Odie knows what’s up.
Watching TV
The pool is a great place to sit to watch television with a close friend.
Drinking alone
I’ve been known to down a little alky to relax after a long day.
I enjoy partaking in stimulating conversation with Odie.
But.. Sometimes we disagree…
A lot..
Don’t tell my roommates.
I can’t write a post about my apartment without giving a shoutout to knitting. For the past two years, 3/4 of the people living in our apt have been knitters and it is good. This is the picture of a beureau that we have in our living room — it hold all of our yarn. You heard it. We have drawers specifically for crafts. We’re so awesome.
Take off your shoes
In conclusion: I love you my apartment!!! That means YOU, Steph, Megs, Ivy, and formerly Jennifer and Loraine!! You guys rock!
Love,
Kim
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As of late, I’ve been exposed to many types of blogs. The ones that touch me the most are the ones that I can relate to on a personal level.
Stories of death and suicide always bring chills to my spine and unbidden memories to my mind. I can’t escape what I once was, though I try so hard to convince myself that I’ve changed. Some days I feel myself slipping back into that old comfortable sleeve of depression. How do I get out? It’s a place I know so well, that once I’m there, sometimes it feels easy.
It’s funny, that depression can feel easy. Sometimes it really is, though. Easier to be depressed than happy. Depression I don’t have to work at, depression doesn’t take extra thought, extra care, extra effort. Happiness is something I must constantly fuel with things, people, activities. Alone and left to my own devices, my mind easily falls back into the place in which it is most comfortable.
KimCam 2001
Why is the positive so easily pWned by the negative?
Thinking about this made me realize something I have always known — destruction, devastation, and depression will always be easier to achieve than their positive counterparts. Why is this though?
Why is it that to lose everything, all you have to do is nothing, while to gain anything of worth you have to work hard? Why is it that things that take years and years to be developed can be destroyed in a single act of nature, or of human?
Take the tsunami for example.
Take a long-term relationship cut short by the mistake of one person.
Take a building destroyed by a wrecking ball.
An instant, that’s all it takes to destroy something that may have taken a lifetime to create.
Is this just a fact of life?
Or is this because as humans, we can’t be satisfied with something that isn’t hard to achieve?
..Like all of those people who are only interested in “the thrill of the chase” and the instant that they catch their prey, they lose interest… Like how girls are taught to play “hard to get” at a young age… Like how a lot of activities are only fun if you have to struggle to become good, if you have competition and the chance of defeat.
Are bad/negative results just easier to achieve, or are we psychologically inclined to believe that the only things worth having we have to work for?
Love,
Kim
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Hello all, it’s been a week exactly since I went on my break. The vacation was good. Most of you probably didn’t notice I was gone, but “thank you” for all of you who did notice and made inquiries. Also, thank you for putting up with my petulant temper — I tend to get overwhelmed by trivialities easily.
I hold the firm belief that everything, every action, has a reason behind it. We eat because we are hungry. We are hungry because our body needs food to survive. We need to survive to continue our species. Etcetera, etcetera.
Even a madman who acts seemingly without reason has a reason for doing what he does, though the reasoning may be alien and likely forever unknown to us.
This week I’ve had a lot of chances to think about reason. What is the reason behind the way I act? What are the reasons behind my actions themselves?
A good example, known and familiar to all of us, is blogging. Last week, I was in such a rage because of the way people were reacting [or lack of reaction] to my work that I was ready to leave the blogging community altogether. And for what reason? Because I wasn’t getting the response and understanding that I wanted?
Throughout this week, I’ve discovered reasons to continue that are much greater than those listed in the previous posts that made me want to cease my online existence.
Why I blog
And… last of all, the NUMBER one reason that I blog is: I love to write. Ever since I stopped blogging, I haven’t stopped writing, just not for others to see… But through this, I’ve come to realize that I love writing for an audience. I feel that it helps me push the envelope on my creativity. I also feel happy when I get the one or two or sometimes many responses that make me think, “Wow, that person really understood what I was trying to say.”
So, unless some idiot discovers a way to make me lose my love for writing, I will continue on my quest of insightfulness and intrigue for your amusement and my own.
What is your reason? For anything?
pWnz ALL y’all!
She was also the winner of the superbowl.
Love,
Kim
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//EDIT! I found out just now that I have 100 G-mail invites. I repeat. 100 G-mail invites. (to find out what g-mail is, go to www.gmail.com). If anyone would like an invite, simply e-mail me your e-mail address with the subject title “I WANT MY GMAIL!”
Due to the overwhelmingly wonderful responses on both madpimp.com, xanga, and even real life, I’ve decided that I will continue writing… eventually. I’m going to take a short hiatus from this place and try other places, other methods of self expression. I will come back, though, that I guarantee.
I’ll see you all soon.
With love,
Kim.
P.S. I tried to get back to most of you, but I know I missed a few — I just wanted to say thank you to every person who put in thoughtful input on the last entry. I’ve read every single comment and taken them all to heart. They mean more than you know.
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