Archive for Rigamarole
October 3, 2005 at 7:07 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Madpimp is back:
Pimper than a pimp in a pimped up shop all pimped out
So a few months ago I had to cancel my hosting plan for Madpimp.com
because I was a bit low on the cash. I moved the DNS over to a
new server and [blah blah blah] some technical gibberish later, Mapimp
was up and running but there was nothing there.
I’ve been meaning to re-make the site for a while, but I haven’t had
the motivation to do it… Until this weekend when I unexpectedly drew
this doodle:
Which ended up leading to this picture:
Which in turn lead to this layout:
Thus signifying the start of the return of my domain name, which I’ve had since
1999. It’s kind of scary to me that I’ve had a domain name for
longer than I’ve had any relationships. 
[CLICK]
to see the new layout in action
Drawing
One thing I’ve always wanted to do is take an art class. You
know, the kind in which you get to draw naked people and stuff.
Only, I’ve always been in a state where I either don’t have the time or
the motivation to actually take a class. I think it’d be really
neatoid to take my skills from amateur-ignorant to amateur-learned
status.
Other things I’ve always wanted to take classes in (or learn more about) are:
Photography
Japanese
Painting
Yoga
Martial Arts
Anyone wanna try something out with me?
What are skills that you’ve always wanted to know more about that you’ve never gotten around to learning?
October 2, 2005 at 6:11 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Kim’s ‘Pubic’ Service Announcement…
Hear ye hear ye, Emo and TeenyBopper children!
Dear TeenyBopper and/or Emo Child:
Because of all of your wonderful comments of late, I have decided to post this at your service!
| You’re |
You + are |
| Your |
You + (possessive) |
| They’re |
They + are |
|
| Their |
They + (possessive) |
|
| There |
“At or in that place” – A PLACE |
|
| It’s |
It + is || It + has
|
| Its |
It + (possessive) |
| To |
A direction, towards something. |
| Too |
In addition, excessive. |
|
Please, please feel free to use any of the information above to your
advantage. Anytime, really! You don’t even have to credit
me for this knowledge. I promise. Just use it, PLEASE.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
What are YOUR pet peeves?
October 2, 2005 at 4:28 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Kim’s ‘Pubic’ Service Announcement…
Hear ye hear ye, Emo and TeenyBopper children!
Dear TeenyBopper and/or Emo Child:
Because of all of your wonderful comments of late, I have decided to post this at your service!
| You’re |
You + are |
| Your |
You + (possessive) |
| They’re |
They + are |
|
| Their |
They + (possessive) |
|
| There |
“At or in that place” – A PLACE |
|
| It’s |
It + is || It + was
|
| Its |
It + (possessive) |
| To |
A direction, towards something. |
| Too |
In addition, excessive. |
|
Please, please feel free to use any of the information above to your
advantage. Anytime, really! You don’t even have to credit
me for this knowledge. I promise. Just use it, PLEASE.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
What are YOUR pet peeves?
October 1, 2005 at 6:10 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Saturdays are for play!
Why the heck are you on Xanga?!
October 1, 2005 at 2:05 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Saturdays are for play!
Why the heck are you on Xanga?!
September 30, 2005 at 6:27 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
And now, another “Dear Kim”
I know you’ve been waiting…
Question:
 |
Dear Kim,
Why do you let Wu take your money on Friday nights?
Posted 8/4/2005 at 1:52 PM by franksabunch |
Kim Says:
Actually — I’d like to clear up this misconception — I believe I’ve
always taken HIS money. Except the one time we played for a
buck. Which doesn’t really count. I blame the patron.
Unfortunately, we have not partaken in poker nights for quite some time
now, so I haven’t been able to take Wu’s money. This saddens me
because I am no longer eating as well as I was.
Question:
Dear Kim,
are drugs illegal?
Posted 8/5/2005 at 10:01 AM by TheF0r13iDDeN
Kim Says:
Only the ones our government doesn’t make money on. It’s true. Chris Rock said so.
Question:
Dear Kim,
What did the man with the 10 inch dick have for breakfast?
Posted 8/5/2005 at 12:04 PM by pinoyriceburner
Kim Says:
Su-SHI. … Wait, is this a trick question?
Now ask me more questions!
Here’s the deal kids, ask me a question and start it with the words
“Dear Kim” and I’ll answer whenever I can if I feel like it.
I’ll even answer questions about myself this time… if you’re really curious.
Oh yeah, and no asking me what you should ask, because that’s just defeating the purpose. You know who you are.
With love,
Kim.
September 30, 2005 at 4:09 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
And now, another “Dear Kim”
I know you’ve been waiting…
Question:
|
Dear Kim,
Why do you let Wu take your money on Friday nights?
Posted 8/4/2005 at 1:52 PM by franksabunch |
Kim Says:
Actually — I’d like to clear up this misconception — I believe I’ve
always taken HIS money. Except the one time we played for a
buck. Which doesn’t really count. I blame the patron.
Unfortunately, we have not partaken in poker nights for quite some time
now, so I haven’t been able to take Wu’s money. This saddens me
because I am no longer eating as well as I was.
Question:
Dear Kim,
are drugs illegal?
Posted 8/5/2005 at 10:01 AM by TheF0r13iDDeN
Kim Says:
Only the ones our government doesn’t make money on. It’s true. Chris Rock said so.
Question:
Dear Kim,
What did the man with the 10 inch dick have for breakfast?
Posted 8/5/2005 at 12:04 PM by pinoyriceburner
Kim Says:
Su-SHI. … Wait, is this a trick question?
Now ask me more questions!
Here’s the deal kids, ask me a question and start it with the words
“Dear Kim” and I’ll answer whenever I can if I feel like it.
I’ll even answer questions about myself this time… if you’re really curious.
Oh yeah, and no asking me what you should ask, because that’s just defeating the purpose. You know who you are.
With love,
Kim.
September 29, 2005 at 6:47 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I want to cut off 10 inches of my hair..
And donate it to locks of love. (whose site is made by 2advanced. I just fell in love with them more.)
The
only problem is that when I went into the haircut store the
other day, they said that if they were to do that, I would have to cut
it 10 inches from the shortest layer, which would make parts of my hair
REALLY short [read, almost as short as my bangs!]
As you can see here in my picture at the recent
party, my hair is pretty damn long. In fact, there are pieces of
it that are longer than the “Y” in the word “Family” on my shirt. It’s
getting to the point
where I can’t do anything with it besides let it hang our put it in a
ponytail. It just kind of … sits there.
So my question to you is… Should I…
Option A:
Just
do it anyway! Who cares? It’s hair, it’ll grow out even though I’ll
look like GI Jane for a few months… Or something super short like
this:
I know it’s a guy… But shit, that is some fucking hot ass hair right there.
Option B:
Take
it like a man, and wait for another 3 months and get this hair cut,
which I’ve been dying to get since I started watching BLEACH:
Option C:
Wait
about 10 months [AX] with my shitty annoying long hair so that I can
fulfill my dream of the last 3 years of dressing up as these characters
and THEN cut my hair like the picture above:
I’m kinda leaning towards Option C only because I don’t think
I’ll look that good with extra short hair… But at the same time it makes me
feel incredibly guilty since my hair can grow back — and I could
donate enough for someone’s entire head.
I’ve been freaking out about this for a little while, since I
really can’t have my hair this long for much longer or else I’m going
to go insane – yet I’m dead set on donating. It’d be a waste if I didn’t.
Only, my ideal hair-cut length right now would be about 5 inches off.
I feel like Jo from Little Women. I know it’s foolish to be so
attached to my hair… and yet, I don’t want to go back to short-haired
me… since it took about 3 years to grow out.
Pah. In the end, I reveal my little vanity after all.
What do you guys think? Fuckit and cut it? Wait for the rukia cut? or just stick it out another year?
September 29, 2005 at 5:41 am · Filed under Rigamarole
I want to cut off 10 inches of my hair..
And donate it to locks of love. (whose site is made by 2advanced. I just fell in love with them more.)
The
only problem is that when I went into the haircut store the
other day, they said that if they were to do that, I would have to cut
it 10 inches from the shortest layer, which would make parts of my hair
REALLY short [read, almost as short as my bangs!]
As you can see here in my picture at the recent
party, my hair is pretty damn long. In fact, there are pieces of
it that are longer than the “Y” in the word “Family” on my shirt. It’s
getting to the point
where I can’t do anything with it besides let it hang our put it in a
ponytail. It just kind of … sits there.
So my question to you is… Should I…
Option A:
Just
do it anyway! Who cares? It’s hair, it’ll grow out even though I’ll
look like GI Jane for a few months… Or something super short like
this:
I know it’s a guy… But shit, that is some fucking hot ass hair right there.
Option B:
Take
it like a man, and wait for another 3 months and get this hair cut,
which I’ve been dying to get since I started watching BLEACH:
Option C:
Wait
about 10 months [AX] with my shitty annoying long hair so that I can
fulfill my dream of the last 3 years of dressing up as these characters
and THEN cut my hair like the picture above:
I’m kinda leaning towards Option C only because I don’t think
I’ll look that good with extra short hair… But at the same time it makes me
feel incredibly guilty since my hair can grow back — and I could
donate enough for someone’s entire head.
I’ve been freaking out about this for a little while, since I
really can’t have my hair this long for much longer or else I’m going
to go insane – yet I’m dead set on donating. It’d be a waste if I didn’t.
Only, my ideal hair-cut length right now would be about 5 inches off.
I feel like Jo from Little Women. I know it’s foolish to be so
attached to my hair… and yet, I don’t want to go back to short-haired
me… since it took about 3 years to grow out.
Pah. In the end, I reveal my little vanity after all.
What do you guys think? Fuckit and cut it? Wait for the rukia cut? or just stick it out another year?
September 28, 2005 at 6:54 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
I’ve been blogging since…
Before “blog” had the meaning it does today.
I don’t think “blog” was a very well known word at all until
Blogger.com busted out onto the scene and wow-ed everyone with the
amazing fact that everyone could make a personal journal without
knowing a stitch of HTML.
Hell, “blog” didn’t even mean online-journal at first. [Oh, the
arguments we would have about that… Don’t get me going, I’ll never
stop.]
So don’t mind me when I find it amusing that I have a 2 letter username
for Blogger [heh, a 3 letter name for Xanga 
], or that when I first started blogging, I didn’t even know
automatic blogs existed. Each entry was coded by hand individually baby. [According to their site, blogger.com was started in
August ’99. I have archives dating back to November ’99.]
Wow, I wonder what I called it back then, if not a blog? I barely
even remember. I think I called it my online journal.
Why all this reminiscing?
There’s something sad about electronic copies not aging physically…
Anyhow, all these random thoughts came about because I was originally
going to write a “one year ago today I wrote…” type of entry and I
stumbled across some of my oldest archives.
You may not know it, but having electronic chronicles of yourself from
your teenage years is kind of creepy. It’s not the fact
that there IS a chronicle. It’s the fact that none of it has
changed. At all. Even my writing style is kind of the same.
Reading an electronic copy of what you wrote when you were 16 at the
age of 22 is so different than reading a paper journal entry.
Paper journals age. Handwriting changes. Pages
yellow. Corners get bent.
The following entry could have been written yesterday. But it wasn’t.
11.27.99
Life is so good, you don’t really realize how good your life is
until you’ve seen poverty close up. For Thanksgiving I woke up at 6am
and went to a senior citizens center. We fed the old people until
around 1. After that we left and delivered individual dinners to
families that couldnt make it to the center. We had a bunch of food
left over after that so we brought it to a homeless shelter. I got to
talk to a couple homeless kids. It was really sad and touched my heart.
I will never forget the conversation I had with the girl… It was
nothing much, but it struck a chord in me.
“Are you a volunteer?” she asked me.
I nodded and smiled, “Yep! Are you?”
She shook her head at me and grinned, “I live here.”
I was saddened for some reason. It made me feel really bad. Her family
must have been in poverty for pretty long for her to believe that she
was living there. It made me wonder what her parents were doing to help
themselves, and made me curse society even more.
I’ve been working on the layouts for my webpages so much that
I’ve neglected my journal. Deepest apologies to anyone out there who
actually cares.
Everybody is under the impression that I’ve fallen in ‘love’. It irks
me because I do not like him. I do not even know him. I simply comment
about his looks. I think he is smart, etc. For some reason people think
for those reasons alone I want to be his girlfriend or something. I
just got out of a hard relationship, I don’t know why I would want to
get back into one.
It’s also strange, that in the last couple days more than
three guys have told me they like me. There are more in the last
weeks… but these couple days it’s been especially weird. I do not
know if someone is trying to play some kind of sick joke on me or what.
None of the guys seem to be related, except for the fact that they know
me. It upsets me a little because I am so not ready for a relationship
of any kind. The thing is, I feel as if most of the people who claim
they like me don’t even know me. How can they believe that they like me
if they don’t even know who I am? My face isn’t that pretty, neither is
my body. They don’t know my true personality, they don’t even see me. I
don’t understand this.
Damn humans.
Ironically enough, I hated humans back then, too.
What are things from your past that come back to haunt you?
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