Archive for June, 2002

break yoself!

Saturday, June 29th, 2002

i’m listening to… the “beautiful ones” cd bai j [korean]
i’m feeling…
pressed for time.
i’m hella diggin…
animal crackers.

quote of the day:
(on brandon’s away message) i wanted to kill the sexiest person alive, but suicide is a crime! -__-;;

june is almost over! =) well today was chol’s birthday… so in the afternoon chol picked me and seungbum up and we chilled with jessica and kenney in seung’s apartment for a while playing tekken tag… ^__^ then we went down south to puyallup and met up with andrea at the mall where we ate chol’s favoritest food in the world. it was some mongalian grill… alright, but not as good as he claim(ed/s). then we went to derek’s house and played capcom vs. snk (or whatever it’s called) for a while ^__^ fun fun. i miss video games… huk!! hmmm we went to andrea’s and then marcela and sam [poulton] showed up so we went to denny’s and then went to NAF… >__< for “break yo-self”… ugh… man. that’s it! i’m going to only pick a certain few parties to go to every month and not go to any more than those. such a waste of money… freaking twenty-five bucks… and i did not have much fun. -__-; freaking… ugh. -__-; it’s all good… i guess… -__-; oh blah… there’s other stuff i don’t feel like typing so whatevers… oh yeah. my divalicious ticket number is the same number as my dorm number. isn’t that weird… i find it quite weird. >__< but you know what? i get a free divalicious ticket. so someone buy mine off of me. $20 flat. >__< and and and. i gave chol his birthday card and i forgot to write in it… HAHA… imo… WALiam (what a loser i am). -__-;;

bubbly tea is nastay.

Thursday, June 27th, 2002

i’m listening to… “screaming infidelities” bai dashboard confessional [emo], “creep” bai stone temple pilots [rock], “saranghae, ee bal baken” bai rich [korean], “final distance” bai utada hikaru [japanese], “everything’s gone” bai david tao [chinese]
i’m feeling… sickly.
i’m hella diggin… david tao (aht, forgot how well he sings!), fans (those things that spin and blow out wind), “punk” bai ferry corsten [trance]… funkaaaay.
don’t bring… bubble tea, guys who talk too much, “blood is pumpin” bai voodoo and serano [?] …near me please

june 26th — so! me, chol, josh, carolynn, andrea, and seungbum were going to ballard firehouse as usual… man… it was actually good hard trance stuff being spun too. buuuut… they had to shut down the whole thing because the owner of the building didn’t get the right permits for alcohol-serving. heh. -__-; at least we got our money back. a lot of people did not. sad day. anyways, then we just went to ACE (andrea, carolynn, and esther’s apartment… puhaha… i’m so clever) and bo, his friend jae, and kenney came… marcela and some of her friends were there too. we rented “texas chainsaw massacre” and toked… heh. twas super body high… best weed high i’ve had so far, i’ve concluded. anyways. that movie was… HEH. kind of disturbing i guess that there were / are people out there like that, but eh. pretty retarded. it’s funny cause in this movie this guy pulled over with a big semi-truck and he got OUT of his car when there was this big chainsaw-wielding fucker instead of staying IN his semi and driving away. okay, well… it was funnier than it seems >__< some other stuff happened in the beginning of the day too but i’m too lazy to describe. =T

june 27th — duuuude it actually wasn’t hot today!! muthafucking wOo! ^__^ i like this kind of weather best. not too hot, not too cold… it’s the bestestestest. =) i really need to sleep cause i only got like 4 hours of sleep and i’m butt-pickin tired (not that exactly, but yeah)… but no time… hukkity sam. i really want to eat the canned corn i bought but i don’t have a can-opener anymore… yes… that’s what i must buy today wOopwOop. the only thing about my new roomie that i dig is that she doesn’t get back til like 6 pm everyday so i get the whole afternoon to sit around and play my music as loud as i possibly want. MUHAHAHA. fucking wonderful. so today me and liz went downtown cause we had to buy stuff for our dorm rooms and we happened to see paul [nadal] who was going downtown too. i see him like everyday now cause we have classes in the same building? weird, cause i never saw him before… like ever.

anyways. you know, isn’t it interesting that after you like someone everything about them seems more appealing to you…? heh. like… the person i like i didn’t find that physically attractive before but i don’t know… after spending time with him in the past however long i’ve come to find that i find him very… yum after all >__<;; puha. yesssh. interesting it is. sigh >__< wah. i actually exercised today! O_o ran some and did bike machine some. but i really really cannot run. ugh. -__-;; so when i came back i didn’t know my roomie was sleeping and i thought she was out… so i played my music hella loud and she just bolted straight up in bed haha. pretty funnie >__< i do that so much… did it to my last roomie about like three or more times i think. heh. ^__^;; anyways so we were going to watch “lilo and stitch” but didn’t end up watching it… so me, liz, sun, and jeff [wang] went to shoot some pool and got bubble tea… motherfucking yuk! keep that shit away from me… >__< i got a banana one cause they use real fruit and i thought it would be like a banana milkshake but it was fucking gross… using non-ripened bananas is fucking nasty… UGHHHH gross… keep that shizzo away from me >__< hella funny earlier… jeff came into my room because i told him my roomie doesn’t talk and he came in and said hella loud, “WASSAAAAP” and she completely ignored him puhahaha… fucking funny… well i’m going to go brush my teeth.

tan triste.

Tuesday, June 25th, 2002

i’m listening to… “nasty ways” bai dillinja [drum’n'bass], “disco fans 2000″ bai m-pire project [trance], “amber” bai 311 [rock], “geudaereul…” bai fly to the sky [korean] <~ on repeat, repeat, repeat… repeat.
i feel… tan triste.
i’m hella diggin… “geudaereul…” bai fly to the sky [korean]

1:32 pm — i seriously hate how i get jealous about the stupidest things over which i have no jurisdiction. i’m such a… nerd. god. i used to not get jealous… or at least i think i didn’t anyway. god… it’s so retarded. and bad. and retarded. and i wish i can help it and i do try, but i can’t. -__-; i’m such a poo dude. anyway. i really want to take an art class but i hear they’re hard to get into during fall / winter / spring quarters… huk. it’s been forever since i’ve actually had the time and motivation to sit down and draw. dude… i’m probably going to lose weight this quarter because i have classes from 8:30 am - 12:40 pm everyday so i don’t really have time to eat breakfast or lunch… not that i ever ate breakfast anyway. whatevers… yo. sigh. korean is not so hard yet. it’s easy and repetitive for me so the native speakers must surely be bored out of their minds. -__-; man, i’ve been thinking about the things i’ve done in the past… i have done some stupid shit. not… embarrassing stupid (although i’ve done that too), but more like stupid, inconsiderate, STUPID shit. ugh. i’ve been so fucked up to some people. horrible. blah. i’m such a non-bitchy bitch. only a couple of things i actually regret… other times i was bitchy i don’t regret at all. so i have thought of things i regret. the first being… godammit, why did i miss that staind, stone temple pilots, and linkin park concert in the beginning of the year? what the FUCK was i thinking? i didn’t want to go because i didn’t want to be sitting alone, but fuck, half the time at concerts you’re alone anyways. what a waste of a good chance to see two bands in my rock top-5… -__- freaking stupid girl. other things i regret are how i was unable to handle certain relationship situations and man… i was shady as fuck. ugh. senior ball… man… when i think about it, that was so freaking fucked up of me… i knew it was then, but it wasn’t something that really bothered me. but now my actions that night, and everything that came out of that too… i think were fucked up as… fuck. i am lucky certain people still talk to me. ah yes… i also regret fucking up some friendships with the old monte vista people… like greg… i fucked things up big time. i read his old letters a while ago and he was such a freaking awesome friend… i miss him, even though he’s probably totally different now. a while back i tried reestablishing the friendship but things don’t turn out that way. i think my pride screwed up a lot of my decisions… huk. i don’t know why i’m thinking about this… just… i’m such a foo. man… the view is so pretty from my window… =T aht… tan triste, tan triste… todas las cosas en mi vida… no se que debo pensar porque todos son inutiles. solamente puedo creer en un excusa que no puedo decir para mis culpas. tan triste. aht… na neun pabo ya.

5:28 pm — i give up on talking to my roommate. i don’t even give a shit anymore. at least when i said hi to my old roommate she responded. this one… well… doesn’t even do that. unless i missed it. who knows. whatever. and yet again a conversation with sherry reminds me that i am completely against the idea of a god. shit. sherry got this from a CHRISTIAN book. i agree. but i don’t agree wtih christianity. “the point of life is therefore to create - who and what you are, and then to experience that.” i don’t know what i believe in, really. i think if god were the explanation, he is just a motherfucking prick. and if not… well… i don’t know if i agree with the science or whatever… so i just don’t care anymore. heh. i’ve spent way too much of my life wondering if there was a god and if so why he fucked with my life and everyone else’s lives so much. the easiest solution is to just not believe in a prick-i mean god. there are very few people who agree with me and my non-godliness, but i don’t really give a rat’s ass. it’s unimportant to me. anyways. there is a hot guy on my floor. he’s white. hot. doesn’t dress too well, but he’s hot. but oh well. whatever. huk. boys are problems. -__-;;

12:43 am — i find it utterly pointless to keep a journal… maybe i’ll just keep a journal for myself and then i can write what i REALLY think…? bet i won’t do that though. i spent so much time today drawing… it’s been forever. glad to know i can still draw… somewhat… yeah. =T just got back from work… man, time goes by SO SLOWLY when i’m at work. and dammit, all these freaking bugs are appearing again. dammit. they’re pretty big fuckers too. oh well. right now i’m just trying to control my retarded instincts. damn me. can we say overreact? that is me. even if i have reason to… it’s no good. is that what people call a drama queen? i certainly don’t think myself as one. well… maybe i am if it’s something i care about but at least i don’t care about too much stuff and i keep it to myself when i do. uhhhh… riiiiight. well. i have class tomorrow… it seems like i have so much times these days that i don’t know what the fuck to do with it. but then… i don’t want to do anything productive. seems like i work better under pressure… sort of? i don’t know. whatever. not like anyone really cares anyway. peace.

moreugessuh!

Monday, June 24th, 2002

i’m listening to… “youngwon” bai fin’kl [korean], “green court” bai voodoo [trance], “goodbye to you” bai michelle branch [pop-rock]
i’m feeling… okay.

10:43 pm — it’s only ten-something hah. i think i’m going to pass out early tonight… just kind of feel like sleeping away the night. wake up early… grab a shower… or something. freaking… everyone showers in the morning! fauking sucks! go shower another time! -__-; so. first day of the summer quarter today. freaking scary, yo. i’m only taking korean this quarter… but it’s one whole year of korean in one summer. death…? death. so i really actually need to study (which i should have been doing the whole year, but yeah). so i figured the teacher would speak with a little korean… and then mostly english. but boy was i wrong!!!! they speak in straight-up only korean! ack… -__-;; i can understand like… 25% maybe… a lot of guessing in that 25% too. -__-; sad day. oh well. i guess. it shalt be okay, i hopeth. i have to work tomorrow… blech. yuk. ick. cry. oh well. i don’t have a thing to say. i still haven’t really talked to my roommate. god. why do i always get the quiet people? i’m quiet too godammit (unless i get to know you). so… no! no worketh. sigh. quite the sad, i must say. oh well. my old roommate FINALLY picked up her blanket and stuff that i had… cause i saw her walking around. kool. and and and. me and liz went down to eat dinner today and there was just a whole crazy bunch of little kids who are staying here for a week… so it was really nasty food for some reason. REALLY NASTY. ick… i hope it’s not like that all quarter. that would be so sad. but yeah. being in the cafeteria (or whatever place) eating made me feel like a little kid because they had like… little-kid-size portions for everything… even the milks were all little kindergartender-sized. =P oh well. umm… alright… peazzies. =)

oh, and i’m sorry, but this link is just too amusing. make your own south park characters! - http://southpark.gamesweb.com/flash/sp-studio.html. =T

back in action.

Sunday, June 23rd, 2002

i’m listening to… “drugs” bai yukoozu [trance], “track one on their third album” bai fly to the sky [korean]
i’m feeling… high.

JOSH, HIGH:
“oh dude… dude that sounded gay dude. dude. what the heck. dude.” josh high.

12:35 am — nice being back in washington seeing the kids again. went to carolynn, esther, andrea (ACE)’s apartment today and just sat around being harrassed for a while… then we went to get bubble tea and went to alki and got high. tis nice. too bad i have 8:30 class tomorrow. ah well. too bad i ate too much food before going to bed. ah, yes, this is how one gets fat. perhaps i should stop smoking and do a make-you-skinny drug. jk -_-; then maybe i will look like seungbum, that freaking stick who steals my candy.

oh, and… go download “superman” bai eminem. O_o; it’s a really cool song. sigh. =T

hard to explain.

Saturday, June 22nd, 2002

i’m listening to… — “abracadabra” bai mylene farmer [french], “between angels and insects” bai papa roach [rock], “game over” bai baby vox [korean], “saranghae yo” bai baby vox [korean], “too gone, too long” bai en vogue [r&b], “best i ever had” bai vertical horizon [rock], “lux” bai baby vox [korean], “l’homme de mes reves” bai assia [french]
i feel… — good.

ME, TELLING PHIL TO BRING ME PRESENTS:
“make sure when you go to japan you bring me back lots of presidents!”

3:15 am — so tonight i just had like… sherry, tin-win, dahye, dave [lee], dave [liu], phil [wu], phil [hsieh], phil [nho], and jason over and we rented “blackhawk down”… everyone was paying attention and until phil wu came… since phil always makes comments during the movie no one could concentrate anymore. heh. what a punkass! oh well. it’s a good movie even though it is a little too drastic >__< blah… been watching movies like a crazy woman (sort of). watched “minority report” yesterday… i think it’s really cool… pretty good movie. and the screen with the gloves (for whoever HAS seen it) was hella freaking coolio yooooo. wonder if things will ever be like that…? ^__^; saw “training day” too… alright movie… and i’ve been watching “meteor garden”, this chinese drama, for like three days in a row hahaha. sad. reminds me of the days i used to watch hella hella anime… those things suck because once you get started you want to finish it… since it’s continuous and all. -__-;; so many hours have i wasted, but oh well… i probably wouldn’t be doing anything better with them anyways. hua zhe lei is freaking hot… i forgot his real name. hottie hottie bo bottie… even though he looks kind of weird. (? -__-;) he had cool long-guy-hair though. and he can sing! wOo! anyways. yeah. i shalt miss my cali kids! it’s weird… no one is really staying around in cali this summer… i’m going back to wa… xinlei and claire (i think) are going back to irvine… jeanette is going back to san diego… phil wu (that lucky fuck!) is going to japan… haha. for internship!! aht, too lucky… -__-; oh well. i don’t know what to say, really.

oh yeah. yesterday at night we went to milpitas and jason happened to meet some people who he wanted to race with so dave lee drove us hella far south to watch them race and then as soon as they were going to start there was a cop! whackassness. isn’t it weird how things work out? sometimes when you least expect it, things seem to happen. i know people always said that to me before… but it’s weird… summer of last year i wanted to go watch the street races so bad and now i could care less but i got the opportunity (er, i was actually allowed to go)… two summers ago i wanted to go raving so bad and then when i started college i could have cared less but i got the opportunity (once again, meaning when i was actually allowed to go). strange how things work. i’ve been thinking a lot lately… i like having my own room… gives me a place to blast my music loudly and think… and write… and sing… and read! wOo! haha whatevers… i don’t know what i’m talking about really. i’m confused about things. -__-; i’m not quite sure what my problem is these days. it’s not exactly that i’m unhappy… but i just… FEEL WEIRD! -__-; hard to explain? hard to explain. i think i watched too much drama… i can only think in chinese in my head. quite the odd. blah. it’s kind of sad that i came home and expected to sleep lots but i’ve barely slept any everyday. i don’t know why but i can’t really sleep in late here although when i’m at the dorms i can sleep til crazy hours…? doesn’t quite make sense. oh well. going back to washington in a couple of hours. i shalt miss the home-cooking, the car, the stereo system, the privacy, my parents, my friends… very much so. =T come visit me, you muthabitches! since sherry’s the only one coming *sniff. haha… i think i’ll probably end up boring her to death with my boring life though, but oh well. -__-;;; i’ll stop typing since i’m not typing about anything important anyways. =)

it’s hot in here.

Wednesday, June 19th, 2002

i’m listening to… — “loving you” bai nanase aikawa [japanese], “lui ou toi” bai alizee [french], “what’s my age again?” bai blink-182 [rock], “crying” bai nanase aikawa [japanese], “motorcycle driveby” bai third eye blind [rock], “nouveau western” bai mc solaar [french] <~ french rap is kewl dOod! ^__^
i feel… — alright. it’s soooooo hot >__<

SIGN IN PHIL NHO’S NEW APARTMENT, WHICH PLAYS OFF OF THE NELLY SONG, “HOT IN HERE”:
“it’s getting hot in here, so take off all your… shoes.”

1:31 am — blahblah bliddy blah. dude it’s so freaking hot in this room right now so i’m going to type this really quick and then go pass out even though i’m not particularly tired. dude my brother plays so much freaking “halo”… how un-incredibly fun. well, a little fun, but not THAT much fun. isn’t it weird how there aren’t that many girls who are hardcore gamers…? i don’t know. anyways… today i just woke up and then tinwin picked me up and then we went to take studio pics… they turned out… eh… fuck, i’m so fat… -__-;;; i did NOT realize i was THIS fat… aigo, aigo. aigo. -__-;; aigo. no more eating for me. guess i won’t even eat my typical once-a-trip-home in-n-out burger this time >__< oh well. yes. pictures were not too wonderful. and then me and sherry were hella craving thai food so we went to eat at this thai restaurant in milpitas square that fucking robbed us… (not literally). it was so… NOT good >__< shiet, i would have rather eaten at fresh choice. fucking waste of money. >__< it wasn’t GROSS persay, but it sure as hell was not GOOD. >__< couldn’t even taste the peanut-ness on the pad thai. sad. then we went to edgie’s and played more pool… only me and sherry played though… tinwin, karen, and jeanette just watched. blah. i played alright today and/or sherry was not as good as usual and/or sherry made many accidental automatic-loss shots (scratching on 8-ball and what not) and so i won every game but one. wOo! then tinwin dropped me off at dahye’s and me, her, phil nho, phil [hsieh], phil [wu], jason, dave [lee], and korey went to nohrehbang in berkeley/oakland… man… how i’ve missed that place (berkeley)… i freaking love. sigh. wish i had gotten into that school. sort of. heh, man. i can’t get out of my head how much of druggies people in washington are. O_O;; inteeeereeeestiiiiing. well nrb was whatevers… god… i suck at singing now duuuude. not that i was ever REALLY that good but now i straight-up suck. how depressing. -__- guess that’s what happens when you don’t sing in a long time? i don’t even know. sad day. hot day, rather. actually, i guess it was fairly fun because dave and phil nho are always entertaining at nrb… hehehe… funny kids. and jason actually sang today which is sort of a WOW. i think we scared the crap out of korey, but oh well… he’ll get used to it. what a cool name too. ^__^

hmmm i think phil nho’s blog summarizes tonight: “must say when I got there, I realized I wasn’t really in the karaoking mood. It seemed like we were doing it mainly for old times sakes, since last summer that was mainly what we did. And with Vivian leaving on Sunday, and Fil leaving next Thursday, it seemed appropriate that we karaoked at least once before they left. Once we got there, it got better though. Surprisingly their English language collection was actually updated and recent. I sang some songs like “In the End,” (Finally LINKIN PARK!!!) and “Wherever you will go” in my Calling voice. Hahah, and as usual Dave was using songs like “I want it all” by O-town, and “Peaches and Cream” to hit on Vivian. On Peaches and Cream, he was straight up bumping her with his booty. She moved across the room. LOL. And during the KISS song “Because I’m a girl,” Dave once again delighted us with his girly monologue. And yes Bbin once again sang “I love you” the only Korean song he can sing.”

randomness - i’ve noticed that when i’m high my mind always dwells upon the same topics if i allow myself to think. i think a lot about possibilities and everything is so idealistic… yet i’m really cynical too. it doesn’t quite make sense, i don’t think.

i think i’ll just stay at home tomorrow and relax. you know - watch some tv, play some video games, eat some home-cooking… catch up on homely time. after all, i DO still need to watch “training day” and i would like to watch “blackhawk down” again… so maybe i will work on having some time with the familia. try to be good kid since my mom planned on cooking me dinner and what not and i haven’t been home for the past two days. sad. -__-; well it doesn’t really matter since we’re probably going to end up sitting around somewhere wondering what to do… i get sick of just doing nothing once in a while. aht, welps. i’m freaking hot in here so i’m going to go. must wake up at 10:30 and meet up with mom to go to the bank… -__-; how horribly boohooreeng.

nho-nho was playing this song in his car as we were driving home tonight. i dig it very much so.

i’m starting to fashion an idea in my head
where i would impress you with every single word i said
it would come out insightful or brave or smooth or charming
and you’d want to call me
and i would be there every time
you’d need me
i’d be there every time…
but for now, i’ll look so longingly
waiting…
for you to want me, for you to need me, for you to notice me
* DASHBOARD CONFESSIONAL - FOR YOU TO NOTICE *

twas not that great.

Tuesday, June 18th, 2002

i’m listening to… — “part of a fool” bai juwata [r&b]
i feel… — blah

2:08 am — eh. got a haircut today… super short… i like. i think this is the shortest i’ve ever had my hair but i’m not sure because it’s not important. twas a whatevers day… got my hair cut, bought an incubus dvd… got free japanese food for dinner… got high (twas not that great), watched “bourne identity”… twas not that great… -__- waste of nine bucks, that’s for sure. god, i hate coming home because i always end up spending so much freaking money… it’s quite annoying. -__- then just went to in-n-out and sat around and talked… the bestestestestist. bleh. god my brother annoys the fuck out of me. jesus, everything’s so pppoooiiinnntttless. man. it’s so weird… people in washington drop so much freaking more. phil [wu] asked how many times i’ve dropped and i said eight and they all were like “holy shit!!! that’s hella!” and i was like… heh… and to think i’m among those who DON’T drop that much. different, it is. i hate making small talk. god. everything is so pointless. i find no purpose in life… just a big giant waste of time and energy. constant boredom… and we do things to alleviate that but in the end nothing fucking matters. bleh. god. ugh. -__-

don’t think cause i understand, i care
don’t think cause i’m talking, we’re friends
* SNEAKER PIMPS - 6 UNDERGROUND *you can keep breathing; i only fall when you are near me
incomplete - i only talk when you can hear me
keep dreaming - can’t wake up until i’m sleeping
lost on me - close to something i’ll never be
if i just stay here and close my eyes, can you still see me?
obsolete - very nearly something to see
still see me - i can’t wake up from sleeping incomplete - very nearly something to be
you can keep trying, drown in sleep to be flying
see for miles, something that i wanted to be
i can’t wake this dream; prototype ends up has-been
incomplete, the consequence of something to be
* SNEAKER PIMPS - BECOMING X *
the girl in sneaker pimps has such a tight voice dude…

f for fantasy!

Monday, June 17th, 2002

i’m listening to… — “never” bai boys ii men <~ beautiful, beautiful, beautiful song… >__< it’s on repeat, repeat, repeat on ahramdawuh’s asianavenue page. ^__^
i feel… — alright.

DAVE LEE, ON MY SAYING I’M GOING TO STOP DROPPING E:
“what’s next? you’re going to do F? and instead of ecstasy, it’s fantasy.”

1:34 am — =) slept in today past church… =) surprisingly, my parents didn’t wake me up. well, actually, they tried, but i slept through their attempts numerous numerous times. haha. man, i’m still so sore from friday night that i can’t even move when i’m sleeping… i just lie there like a log >__<; sadness. need to work out more -__-;; went to meet up with sherry, tin-win, karen and jeanette at the mall… like old times… but… not like old times at all. -__-; i feel quite distant from everyone. weird. >__< bought a whole shietload of clothes. heh. i went to the mall to buy a father’s day present and resurfaced with NOTHING… dad’s are so hard to buy for -__-; but yeah, i spent like $100 on clothes from pac-sun and old navy =X sadness. i’ve never bought so many clothes at a time in my life. i’m pretty sure i haven’t. so… no more shopping for the rest of break, duuuude. cept maybe just those two cd’s i must buy. ^__^;

went out to dinner for father’s day at this chinese place… ugh… last time we went it was hella good but this time it was seriously whatevers… i prefer homecooking a lot more than restaurant food when i’m home, duuude… so much better. heh. my dad was saying how he hates how people at his work end every sentence with “dude” and i’m like… “i do that!” -__-;; somehow my DAD ended up paying for dinner… uhhhh, yeah, that is pretty retarded. -__-;; afterwards just met up with phil [nho] and dave [lee] and we went to get some ice cream and rented “men of honor” and they came over to watch it… heh… and dave saw his old sweater in my garage with all these black marks from wiping our cars and stuff… i guess my mom found the sweater and asked my brother and my dad if it was theirs and they said it wasn’t and they just made it a rag… and turns out it was dave’s sweater that is now our car rag. hehheh. freaking funny. and my mom started explaining that whole situation to dave and phil in chinese and i’m like… “uhhhh mom… they’re korean.” and she’s like “oh yeah!” hehe… hecka funny. ^__^; finally finished that movie… my third time watching it but first time finishing it. i like it. i don’t think the other two kids liked it much >__<; oh well… poo on them! >__<

i’ve come to the conclusion that all the weird personality quirks people have have explanations behind them…? random. but anyway, i think it’s so funny how some people can be so anti-drug and anti-everything-typically-bad but be hornballs. hehe. i don’t know - it’s just funny to me… cause to me drugs are more whatevers than sex… i guess. if that even makes sense.

man… phil [wu] gets to go to japan for internship in the summer. that fucking lucky fuck! >__< i wish to goeth… >__< sadness. oh well. i’ve come to conclude that i really don’t care for talking to new people online… bleh. so pointless. -__-; and i seriously hate random AA people who IM! O_o; they’re usually freakydeaky yo. =T ah, i miss that guy -__-; aht. more randomness: my brother is crazy dude… i don’t see how i can be so extremely passive about everything and he gets super psychotic (like i’m-going-to-beat-him-up-and-shoot-him-and-kill-him kind of psychotic) over the littlest, most minute details. strange. people are weird dude.

the visible effect runs through my blood
as i watch the sun highlight your midas touch
conscious light gets through somehow
i always fail to notice i’m heading for the ground
has desire found a shady avenue?
standing above, below me
and i always fail to notice
yet, i always fail to notice
and if we doubt we can hardly hope to shine
and the sun could eventually be outshone
always running down the way up
and you’re standing there
* BT - RUNNING DOWN THE WAY UP *
hmm not sure what it means. i think i know, but who knows.

deliriosity.

Saturday, June 15th, 2002

i’m listening to… — “i see right through to you” bai dj encore [trance], “authority song” bai jimmy eat world [punk], “last to know” bai kai [r&b], “this luv” bai donnell jones [r&b], “pretty girl” bai jon b [r&b], “catchball” bai hirai ken [japanese], “get away” bai avant [r&b], “rakuen” bai hirai ken [japanese], “quasimodo” bai lifehouse [rock], “sundown” bai nostrum and frank kunne [trance]
i feel… — alright

GIRL’S QUOTE, AFTER A GUY ASKED HER HOW SHE WAS:
“if i were any happier, i’d be twins.”

wat da hizzo? -__-;;

dude… today was an interesting day, i must say. woke up and started packing like a madwoman… takes me a bajillion years to pack, i swear… i have way too much stuff… and man, i was sort of pissed… because i applied for a job on “the daily” (uw’s newspaper) for advertising designer… and apparently they e-mailed me telling me i had an appointment at 1:30 this afternoon… and i never got an e-mail (or i deleted it by accident)… and so they asked me if i could come in next thursday but i’m going to be in cali. and then they said they’d call me back about a later appointment. -__-;;;; that better mean they will actually call me back or i shall cry very much so >__< hukimajity. >__< so around 4:30 chol and andrea came over and helped me move into my casa nueva at lander… =) man… it was such a bitch >__< i don’t know what i would have done without chol’s big manly muscles to carry my refrigerator *puha. -__-;; twas super pain in the butt, but i bought them dinner so we’re even. not really. but ah, much thanks to them. ^__^ man… once you’ve been to lander from haggett… shieeeet if i ever went back to haggy piece of shit i would cry. lander is so freaking beautiful. i can’t believe they’re only letting freshmen live in here next fall. wat da hizzo!!! >__< freshmen should suffer and live in mercer… heh… actually no, because then they would all like… hate their college experience, but oh well. -__-;; actually… for some odd reason some people who live in jail-cell-mercer actually want to return. how odd. what weirdos. -__-; anyways.

so after moving in, we just tossed my stuff everywhere… luckily my roommate-to-be didn’t come early. yesah. then we went to ACE (andrea, carolynn, and esther’s apartment) for a little bit and then went to go eat dinner and buy ice cream >__< home made ice cream is so freaking good dude… muthafuckin yummy. cept… i for real need to diet… so… yes. -__-; i feel like a freaking BLIMP. GOOD YEAR BLIMP duuuuude. -__-; anyways at night… so much for not going raving until “divalicious” heh. we went to some ‘underground’ rave called “mixed therapy”… it was a junglist’s heaven =P freaking crazy ass jungle dude… but it was gooooooooooooood. ^__^ even the cholster liked it… puhaha… *converting everyone! muhahaha!! >D actually, i think everyone else had a pretty crappy time -__-;; hukalicious. i guess it was a little too much jungle-ness cause even i got a little sick of it towards the end… but mostly because i was dead tired but when that shit is being spun i canNOT bring myself to sit down >__< as always flave was oh-so-entertaining. watching that man spin makes me smile. ^__^;; and scott tyler… this guy who always hangs around outside of yunnie’s was the last to spin… but… he didn’t even spin for very long… like ten, fifteen minutes??? i don’t know why, but that’s pretty rude… they turned on the lights as soon as flave was done. huk. so it was weird dancing without the dark… but kinda cool nonetheless. neato music… i can’t really dance to it… but… twas neat nonetheless. aigonellay. a certain person named josh (gee, who is that?) dropped again… nikka drops way too much. -__-; going to lack a brain… patterns of brainlessness are already emerging. it’s really much too sad. -__-; ah yes, at the party, some girl gave me two feathers and a strip of plastic. -__-;; actually, i found out later the plastic was an accident, but twas… weird… -__-;

afterwards we went to denny’s as usual. the freaking worker at denny’s hella knows us dude… he gave us stuffed animals. hah. cause… there’s that use-the-claw-to-grab-prizes game thing and he was playing and he gave us what he won… there was like three things. i got a stuffed animal of the letter P… O_o;; horribly odd, but… i guess… it’s… kinda… … … cute… i guess… … …

so i didn’t sleep all night… and just unpacked shit… well being that we got back from denny’s at around six in the morning (the party ended at four), i guess it wasn’t really that long… i’m fucking tired right now though… blah… i don’t know how to get the internet to work on this piece of shit… it really is quite sad… and on my cali computer i won’t be able to check asianavenue at all… -__-; so i’m going to go through asianavenue withdrawal as i do every break. which i should even really because asianavenue is almost completely and utterly pointless, BUT… being my obsessive compulsive self, i would like to check my guestbook entries and notes constantly despite their pointlessness!!! >__< anyhoo. -__-;; so… my old roommate juli is living in lander… a floor below me… and she had no one to help her move everything across the whole fucking campus dude… she has hella shit too… -__-;; so when i went to haggett because i still needed to check out in the morning, i offered to bring something for her… so i dragged this laundry hamper shoved full of towels and blankets… fucking death dude! >__< i don’t know how she’s going to manage… it’s going to take her forever. sadness. my new roommate is named… hin…? she seems cool? didn’t really get a chance to talk to her much yet… so we’ll see >__< this summer i’m going to do muthafucking bizoooomb in school… i think i can manage… i hope. language stuff i am willing to study… usually >__< hukness.

okay it may be weird to put my thoughts into words because i am freaking tired and semi-delirious. so the plane ride home… FUCKING DROVE ME CRAZY dude. i was ready to reach out, stretch, and punch someone. no joke. i got all claustraphobic and shit… dude, i never get claustraphobic! and i kept thinking to myself, “it’ll be over with soon, it’ll be over with soon.” and then i looked outside the window and the plane was still circling around in circles (hmm, repetitive) in the sky!! gah… i always wondered why the fuck people would be claustraphobic… but i finally understand >__< weird, weird feeling. dude… it’s so nice to be back… in the comfort of my own home… with the television… CAR!! ahhhhh i miss driving so much… i love driving around by myself because it’s the one place (well, my room too, but i usually prefer staying in the office and talking online instead -__-;;) where i can sing at the top of my lungs and no one will hear me! muhahaha… sure i get a couple of stares once in a while, but it’s all gravy. ^__^ actually, i don’t really notice… it’s so fun… >__<;; haha yes, i remember my fOolish idealistic days of wanting to become a singer. wat da hizzo! -__-; life is too unperfect for something so perfect…?

saw some fOolios tonight. went to go play pool and/or get boba with dahye, richard, johnny, phil [nho], duke, and justin… and shibata and his sister showed up later too. freaking… i haven’t played pool since last break. i suck so bad… actually, the sad part is… that even when i played pool like twice a day in the summer, i still maintain the same level of suckiness. amazing… yes. ah yes mr. phil nho with all his hilariosity. people in washington have not yet been quite as… humorous as my cali folk. >__< things are weird. life is weird. i am returning to washington next sunday… good… and bad… but good, because i get sick of life in cali after a while… cause it’s so freaking boring. i mean… it’s boring in washington too. life is just… boring (maybe just mine?). switching off every other week in washington and cali would be ideal! heh. blabbering… bought a discman today since mine is fucked. bought some cd’s… but not the two cd’s i had originally planned on buying… hukalicious. alright… and… since my brother is mr. hardcore-only-listen-to-rap-dude… he made me listen to a bunch of eminem songs when he was picking up me up from the airport and the freaking lyrics to this one song are freaking… wowieeeeeee. this guy is muthafucking talented… he has a LOT to say… his song lyrics are freaking amazingly long… although a little too vulgar sometimes for my tastes (he seems to have calmed down, though). i dig. so i post. as usual. alright… that is all. ^__^ tomorrow is father’s day… bah! i have NO idea what to buy my dad dude… and i really don’t want to go to church. maybe i will just sleep in >__< and then get a bunch of phone calls bitching at me asking why i didn’t go to church hehe. -__-;; i swear, church is more of a social activity for me than anything. sad. quite the sad. but i’m glad i finally know what my religious stance is. heh. no worriessss. =) that shit used to drive me crazy to think about. blah. well. lyrics are here. i must sleep soon… deliriosity is no good.

see what these kids do is hear about us totin pistols and they want to get one cuz they think the shit’s cool, not knowin we really just protectin ourselves. we entertainers; of course the shit’s affectin our sales, you ignoramus. but music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. it’s fucked up, ain’t it? how we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin thing that we wanted. that’s why we sing for these kids who don’t have a thing except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine - who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs. or for anyone who’s ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin they’d die - till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe. we’re nothin to you, but we’re the fuckin shit in they eyes. that’s why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden and maybe they’ll admit it when we’re gone. just let our spirits live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs.
* EMINEM - SING FOR THE MOMENT *


Socialized through Gregarious 42