Archive for August, 2002

i shalt be the next mr. clean!

Tuesday, August 13th, 2002

i’m listening to… — wang leehom’s “revolution” album [mandarin], nicholas tse’s album “understanding” [mandarin].
i’m feeling… hot, but alright.
i’m hella diggin… “get you in” bai better than ezra ^__^

this is from before but one of the days we were playing texas holdem (or whatever), sun called a pizza mart and gave a fake name for the order… he used “george”. and so then gene was like… “you should call back and say, ‘i’m just curious… george wants to know where his pizza is.’” har har. =T (in retrospect, year 2008, i don’t understand why i saved this conversation.)

10:57 pm — jesus christ. i am never letting amykchung touch me ever again! -__-; she helped me bleach / dye / kill my hair today… HORRIBLY… -__-;; freaking… after school me, her, melissa, hana, eddie, and brandon went to odegaard library and recopied our korean skit and then me and amy went to my dorm and baked to death… there was no tin-foil so we just bleached strands without it… bad idea right there! huk. and then it turned out quite uneven and horribly ugly and really really bright… which i guess is supposed to be good. and i had leftover blue dye so we’re like… eh… okay… let’s see if this covers it up… and actually i don’t think it would have been THAT horribly bad had it not been that it wasn’t saturated evenly throughout and some parts were green and some were blue… and that it was just off-balance in general. so back to basics… i dyed it jet gothic black again. which i like, so whatevers. my hair was so dead… thank god for hair-dye-conditioner… it’s so wonderfully wonderful. =T but yes amy is evil, huk.

i have come to realize i hate talking to people i only know from online online. there are like… one… exceptions. haha. =P everyone else can suck my butt for real. i have enough problems worrying about people i actually know than to spend brain power and pointless conversation bs on people i don’t know. i just don’t care, and i definitely won’t act like i care either. one word answers galore, because i do not wish to waste energy on people i don’t know. redundant, neh? i am just stressing my pointio. if this applies to you, my one-word answers are most likely not because i’m busy, for i am rarely ever busy and online at the same time, but i probably just don’t want to talk to you. ciao!

i am very amused.

Monday, August 12th, 2002

i’m listening to… — “deny” bai default [rock], “loving you” bai one vo1ce, “just like a pill” bai pink [rock], “too gone, too long” bai en vogue [r&b], “killing me” bai sugarcult [emo], “volume 4″ cd bai aaron simpson [trance/breaks]
i feel… — great.

LIBRARY STAFF, AFTER CONFRONTING US IN THE LIBRARY FOR TALKING ON THE PHONE (SEE BELOW):
“i have a lot pent up inside me and a lot of nervous energy. just because i am shaking does not mean i am afraid. i am not afraid of you.”

3:46 pm — what is this madness… i am getting pimples… or something… bad skin either way. bOo!!!! what tha hizzo! >__< fo shizzo!

7:52 pm — what is up with people asking for advice, getting the same replies across the board, and then ignoring them all because it doesn’t sound appealing? tsk. tsk. tsk. i must say a lot of interesting shit has happened in the past 24-hours. =) last night at around 1 am-ish me, josh, janine, [baller-]steve, and sky went to watch the meteor shower at gasworks park… steve and sky got high and were quite the amusing… it was actually really fun… we got a sleeping bag and found the one small patch of dry land at gasworks and everyone laid down (and froze to death) and just watched the sky and talked about it… it was really interesting… trippy to think that the stars are so far away that they might not even be existing anymore even though we’re looking at them… and then it was fucking weird… there were these six star-like things moving… and josh saw them and we were like, “dude, they look like they’re moving into formation or something” and then it was weird because they ended up looking like two triangles with their bases touching (but there was a big gap in beween the two triangles) and the two triangles looked congruent with each other. soooo freaking weird. O_o;; i swear it’s like an alien or something. -__-; we’ll see, eh? it’s not natural, that’s for sure. i think i saw about seven actual meteors and then it was whatevers… too cold… got a little sick but i’m okay now. ^__^

and then earlier today, me, melissa, hannah, and brandon were at the library working on our skit thing for korean class… (in which brandon is a gay yoo seungjun-look-alike who i am obsessed over… wOo! hahaha) and hana was checking her phone voicemail thing and then this worker guy named frank came over and was like, “put all your phones on silent” blahblahblah. and then we all put away our phones except for hannah because she was still checking voicemail… and frank heard a phone go off and he came over and said he thought it was hana because she “looked guilty” hahaha. and so melissa was like… no phone went off here, blahblahblah. and so he went away. and then he came back later and was talking to melissa saying that he wanted to talk to her alone and melissa was like, “no, i have to work on my project.” so he just sat down next to her and was saying how he didn’t appreciate her being rude to him and melissa said, “you were the one who harrassed my friend when you shouldn’t have… we didn’t do anything wrong… blahblahblah”. and then frank was getting all antsy so brandon was like, “why don’t you just chill out dude.” and frank stood up, leaned over melissa, and said, “this is only between me and her.” and brandon said something else and so frank got all heated and walked over by brandon and said, “i have a lot pent up inside me and a lot of nervous energy. just because i am shaking does not mean i am afraid. i am not afraid of you.” or something along those lines and brandon was just like, “i’m about to go outside and whoop your ass.” and he even started to get up but melissa was sitting next to him and kinda grabbed his arm… haha and brandon is a third-degree taekwondo blackbelt too… big hella tall guy haha. and later brandon got all calm and was just like, “this isn’t a big deal so why don’t we just forget about it. if we were rude to you, we’re sorry, but why don’t we just forget about this.” and frank was like, “i’m thinking about it… that’s why i’m standing here looking at you guys.” and then brandon talked some more and frank said, “okay, that sounds like a good idea.” haha and then he left. it was freaking funny but kinda scary because he looks like stereotypical scary white stalkerish guy… he had on huge fat glasses that magnified his eyes (x10) and was just this skinny, dorky looking fella. haha >__< it was horribly funny in a mean way. huk!

i’ve decided i’m a emo girly. not emotional girly but i love emo music… >__< kinda like punk but more mellow and more… emotional… hence the name… emo! O__o;

nae jibeh kago sheepuh >__< oonjun hago sheepuh! huk huk T__T aigo yuhgi nuhmoo tuhwuh… it’s the death of me. >__<

12:19 am — haha duuuude… dope. =) so me, chol, esther, sam [poulton], and grace [kim] went to frequency-eight because they wanted to buy their tickets to dynamo… but we got there and they weren’t even available yet! gaynuts. aaron simpson was working (my fave! wOoha) and i’ve talked to him a couple of times before and he remembered me… haha cool. and then i asked him for an autograph and he told me before if i ever see him that he’d give me a free cd and he actually did! i’m surprised, actually. too bad i already have a copy but i guess an extra copy shalt never hurt? ^__^ what a strangely amusing day. i am very amused.

revamp.

Sunday, August 11th, 2002

i’m listening to… — “yun” bai jang nara [korean], “single” bai everything but the girl [drum’n'bass], “flaming june” bai bt [trance], “heaven” bai lamb [??]
i’m feeling… okie.

SUNOH, ON MY CRAZY ROOMMATE’S INTERNET EXPLORER:
“SHE DELETES HER HISTORY!”

11:27 pm — i’m going to type this shit and then head off to bed quickly. -__- i freaking left my phone at [baller-]steve’s apartment so i am not only phoneless, but i am also alarm-clock less (i use my cell for alarm clock) and on top of that, my human alarm clock amykchung can’t even call me and wake me up because well, i don’t have my phone. josh is at steve’s right now and he is supposed to bring it to me after he comes back to uw… but josh has been very unreliable lately (sheesh… the relationship thing gets the better of everyone?! jeebus) and i am not sure if he will remember. ugh. i am so (possibly) screwed.

so here you may have noticed that the colors to this journal fiasco have changed… that’s because i’m going to put up my new layout… ehh probably tomorrow. it actually took a lot faster than i thought, considering i barely even worked on it. probably like two days total. (??) i don’t know. by the way, “flaming june” is seriously like the prettiest song ever… that and “echo” bai incubus are my two *thumbs-up-for-they-are-so-godamn-beautiful* songs. -__-?

so… i still want to get the hell out of this dorm man… i sooooo do not understand this roommate of mine at ALL… huk… hahaha actually it was really funny yesterday because sun came over and we were talking (wow) and he was like, “yeah, i want to know what her livejournal screename is”… and i’m like, “me too!” and he was really insistent on checking it on her computer because she left to go to the bathroom (and since this is a rare thing since she rarely ever goes out) and so i was like, “you do it if you want to do it now.” and he’s like, “okay.” and he thought it would be if you started typing http://www.livejournal.co– and the internet explorer would finish by itself. but it didn’t. and then he was like, “uhhh you stand outside and watch for her.” and so he told me she was in the bathroom so i was just looking in that direction and i went inside and she wasn’t anywhere to be seen so i figured she was pooping or something. but then it turns out it was in the kitchen and when she came back freaking sun was screaming hella loud, “SHE DELETES HER HISTORY!” and the door was partly open and she did hear it. hahahaha. it’s horribly funny, but now i fear for my life, i swear. -__-;;

anyways, so it’s been decided that i am going to summerlove in canada on august 31st after all. =) dopenesssssssss. ^__^ i am excited, yes yes… that’ll be the last day here in washington before i go back to cali for a month… although honestly, i cannot WAIT to go back to cali… but i guess i have to stay now because i have something worthwhile to go to?! twill be interesting since the usual people aren’t going… since those fuckers are all having issues with each other. -__- actually only chol and josh, those fuckers. -__- all because of a girl. i should punch them and beat them up. -__- seems like that happens to everyone… the i-have-a-relationship-so-i-pick-boi/girlfriend-over-all-my-friends. oh well. whatever. gayasses.

oh yeah i got one thing done… i finished my resume so i shalt put that online too… woohabloo.

oh yeah oh yeah. over the weekend i:
+ slept on the most comfortable bed EVER!!!!!! EVERRRRR!
+ ate a lot of ice cream >__<
+ played a bajillion games for playstation and computer… wOoHa! i’ve discovered i like max payne and grand theft auto is so freakiiiing fun. =)

must must must.

Saturday, August 10th, 2002

i’m listening to… — “memories” bai tasha [korean], “change” bai good charlotte [rock], “heart-shaped box” bai nirvana [rock], “clockwork dawn” bai darkhalo [drum’n'bass]
i’m feeling… eh.

SHERRY, AFTER BEING DELIRIOUS FROM PLAYING HOURS OF PUZZLEFIGHTER:
“i’m so victorious i should be renamed victoria.”

JEFF, ON MY ROOMMATE:
“yea when i went to ur room, i saw her puttin up makeups. i was tryin to say hi and she rolled her eyes =(”

1:51 pm — i am so sick of kicking it… i just want some time to be a hermit and to be alone.

me and sherry compiled a list of things we have to do when i return to cali:
+ go to the sf museum of modern art
+ go camping
+ play board games drunk
+ be homeless for a day (heh)
+ smoke weed and draw while having our odd talks
+ create a music search engine (yeah right)
+ go to the goo goo dolls / third eye blind / vanessa carlton concert
… well at least the last one guarantees we’ll do one of the things on our list >__<

and i have my own list of things to do:
+ read chuck palaniuk’s “choke” and “survivor” (he’s the author of fight club)
+ read alice sebold’s “the lovely bones”
+ buy a decent camera (real? digital? i’ve not yet decided!)
+ make my own clothes. heh >__<
+ put my resume online
+ finish my godamn webpage revamp
+ get my two stupid fucks of friends chol and josh talking again -__-;
+ review the year of korean
+ review the last year of chinese
+ lay off drugs
+ eat less
+ finish my photo album
+ finish seungbum’s aa page
+ become less boring (ehhh not likely)
+ go to all my classes
+ write xinlei back
+ watch a day of television and see what kind of shit comes on. haha.
… i’m never going to do and / or finish everything. -__-

alright no more time to play! must diet, must study, must must must.

(xinlei’s response:)
i too am sick of kicking it. :| especially when people come over to the apt and just don’t know when to go home… and camping camping camping i don’t know what’s going on anymore. poo. and yes yes write me back you shall miss hua. and oh my goodnesses this page is spectacular spectacular! when do you find the time!!!! =) i want to see your creations when you are high like a kite. weeeee.

puzzlefighter mania.

Wednesday, August 7th, 2002

i’m listening to… — “my friends over you” bai newfound glory [punk], “complicated” bai avril lavigne [rock]
i’m feeling… full.

8:48 pm — eh… just went to class, came back and me, sherry, gene, and jeff [wang] went out to dinner because they wanted to pay us back for playing poker… but danny was working so we all got a completely free meal at the (semi-)new mongolian bbq place on the ave. =T it was alright… we don’t know what the heck we are / were doing though, so no one had an extremely tasty meal -__-; blah. afterwards we played a little pool and then me and sherry stayed up playing puzzlefighter while all delirious and had a decent talkity talk talk about things. cool beans.

so now i’ve decided that i honestly really do not like my roommate. she is seriously a bitch with problems. i just don’t understand her at all… sometimes she starts conversations saying stupid random shit and other times she completely (and i mean COMPLETELY) ignores people. sherry said her name this one time hella loud and she pretended not to hear. what a bitch, for real. doesn’t talk unless talked to. which is alright, but you have to seriously call her name and look at her for her to respond to your questions. freaking bitch. ugh. i really don’t like. i wonder what the heck her problem is. i really want to read her livejournal (i think she has one because all she does everyday is read livejournal) but i don’t know what her lj-name is… huk… blah oh well. peaz.

lander casino.

Tuesday, August 6th, 2002

i’m listening to… — “just like a pill” bai pink [??], “barely breathing” bai duncan sheik [alternative], “purple pills” bai d12 [rap], “see the sun” bai zippora [trance]
i’m feeling… fine.
i’m hella diggin… “just a pill” bai pink =T

so we played poker two nights in a row (me, sherry, gene, jeff, and sun)… actually it was originally just me, sun, and sherry, and then jeff and gene randomly saw and we ended up playing for quarters… T__T; first night i paid $4.50 and second night i won $5.00 ~ so $0.50 total… wOo -__-;; it’s quite fun though, although it really does kill me when it comes time for schoolio. -__-; hukalicious i say! well that’s about all i think. oh yeah! i guess since yunnie’s has no customers (er, few) from 10 pm to 12 pm on weekdays, it’s only going to open til 10 pm now… AND the boss isn’t going to be there when me and damon close. MAHAHA. motherfucking dope!!! and i hate talking to random online fuckers! okay well bye-eth.

and dude… how was d12’s “purple pills” ever released on the radio… yeah, i have the unedited version, but deng… it’s straight-up druggie song. i knew that sorta, but i can’t imagine how much they changed the song to make it radio-saavy O_o;;

ah yeah and sherry pointed out that my friends in washington are really nice… and i noticed a little before but now that she mentions it, it’s really true… they do a lot of things for their friends without expecting anything back… they’re really nice people for the most part. cool.

i disappoint you; you give up on me.
dust of the earth and light of the plains;
when will iknow i will see you again?
you never miss the water til the well rnus dry;
you never miss the sun til it leaves the sky,
only know when it’s too late to try;
you never love a man til he says goodbye.
cold wind blew my spirit away;
it’s gone for a year and a day.
i ought to get out of this place;
one of these days - one of these days.
fate tells lies - maybe tonight, maybe here.
what can i say when words have no place;
can the earth beneath shoulder my weight?
fire in my head, cloud in my mouth
old skin, don’t you knoww this face?
nothing to be gained here in this place.
feel a bit false - uneasy.
* LAIKA - UNEASY *

weird family.

Monday, August 5th, 2002

i’m listening to… — my roommate’s music… some good charlotte song and some googoo dolls songs.
i’m feeling… i dunno how. =T

10:37 pm — i am so incredibly tired these days. anyways, i just went to sherry’s uncle and aunt’s house tonight to eat dinner and freaking a they have the weirdest fob chinese family ever man. they like only talk in english (even to themselves) and little chinese… and freaking… one of the sons gave his parents weed to smoke O__o;;; that’s so freaking WEIRD… and their whole family drinks like craji! nice cause i got some real chinese food, but whatevers… don’t know what to say these days. peaz.

and i’d give up forever to touch you
cause i know that you feel me somehow
you’re the closest to heaven that i’ll ever be
and i don’t want to go home right now
and all i can taste is this moment
and all i can breathe is your life
cause sooner or later it’s over;
i just don’t want to miss you tonight
and i don’t want the world to see me
cause i don’t think that they’d understand
when everything’s made to be broken;
i just want you to know who i am.
* GoO GoO DOLLS - IRIS *they painted up your secrets
with the lies they told to you
and the least they ever gave you
was the most you ever knew
and i wonder where these dreams go
when the world gets in your way
what’s the point in all this screaming;
no one’s listening anyway.
and she wonders where these dreams go
cause the world got in her way
what’s the point in ever trying;
nothing’s changing anyway
they press their lips against you
and you love the lies they say
and i tried so hard to reach you
but you’re falling anyway.
and you know i see right through you
when the world gets in your way
what’s the point in all this screaming;
you’re not listening anyway.
* GoO GoO DOLLS - ACOUSTIC #3 *

laygo my eggo.

Saturday, August 3rd, 2002

i’m listening to… “geudaereul…” bai fly to the sky [korean], “what’s so different” bai ginuwine [r&b], “cupid” bai jon + justin [r&b]
i’m feeling… whatevers.

2:22 pm — huk… so me and a whole shitload of people gave into the dark side :/ well in the daytime i woke up, moped around, and then went with kevin to the airport to pick up sherry… we went to eat teriyaki / korean food @ sakura with jeff [wang] and seungbum and then went back to seung’s place to smoke -__-;; and oh yeah! i finally smoked out of a gravity bong… motherfucking ow, i must say. -__-; hukalicious. then we sat around, smoked some more, went back to lander and stuff to change, went to [baller-]steve’s apartment to pick him up, and then went to NAF… and i gave into the dark side and dropped a blue heart -__-;; aigo, no good, but i missed the feeling >__< was cheap though T_~ and i met this one girl who wanted me to get two bombs for her and then i did… but i didn’t know they were that weak (i had to drop one and i wasn’t rolling THAT hard) and so she didn’t even roll at all… huk… -__-; but yeah… saw dara spin… the music was actually really good. i think dara started spinning in the main room because there was drum’n'bass that just started playing in the main room and then it all stopped and switched musics and then people said dara was in the side room. weird. but yeah sherry actually had a decent time which is cool since it was her first and she was sober and stuff… cool =) well… bye… my stummy hurts. >__<

badtimes.

Thursday, August 1st, 2002

i’m listening to… “killing me” by sugarcult [punk], “baby girl” bai inner voices [r&b]
i’m feeling… sooo sick… >__<

LAIKA, IN THE SONG BADTIMES
“if you recieve an e-mail with the subject of “badtimes”, delete it immediately without reading it. this is the most dangerous e-mail virus yet. it will re-write your hard disk. not only that, but it will scramble any disks that are even close to your computer. it will recalibrate your refrigerator’s coolness setting so all your ice cream melts. it will demagnetize the strips on all your credit cards, screw up the tracking on your VCR, and use subspace field harmonics to render any CDs you try to play unreadable. it will give your ex-boy / girlfriend your new phone number. it will mix antifreeze into your fishtank. it will drink all your beer and leave its socks out on the coffee table when there’s company coming over. it will put a dead kitten in the back pocket of your good suit and hide your car keys when you are late for work. badtimes will make you fall in love with a penguin. it will give you nightmares about circus midgets. it will pour sugar in your gas tank and shave off both your eyebrows while dating your current boy / girlfriend behind your back and billing the dinner and hotel room to your visa card. it will seduce your grandmother. it does not matter if she is dead. such is the power of badtimes. it reaches out beyond the grave to sully those things we hold most dear. it moves your car randomly around parking lots so you can’t find it. it will kick your dog. it will leave libidinous messages on your boss’s voice mail in your voice. it is insidious and subtle. it is dangerous and terrifying to behold. it is also a rather interesting shade of mauve. badtimes will give you dutch elm disease. it will leave the toilet seat up. it will make a batch of methamphetamine in your bathtub and then leave bacon cooking on the stove while it goes out to chase high school kids with your new snowblower. these are just a few of the signs. be very very careful!!”

1:o6 pm — man. i didn’t go to class this morning T_~ i woke up hella early and shit and then i lied down to take a ten minute nap… that went to heck T_~ doh. i’ve realized i am so glad i am not a guy or else i’d be like… single forever. i sOo have the weirdest taste in girls. i think people with really dark eye makeup look hella cool O_o; i know not why.

2:o4 am — oh dude i feel so freaking sick it’s not even funny -__- like an hour ago i came home and just felt like shit from the birthday cake we got the son of a bum seungbum for his birthday which was yesterday… ugh… i need to start eating healthier… i seriously feel like shit >__< ugh kinda hurts so much i can’t really think straight. -__-; ugh so um… tonight me, josh, janine went to new china express and had dinner… then we went to [baller-]steve’s apartment and kevin went too and they smoked blahblah… deng… i don’t see how people smoke everyday… -__- or even two days in a row… kinda ick… bleh. they were blowing smoke in my face trying to entice me (entice… i like that word) but eh, it was whatevers. bo called and he planned a mini-birthday gathering thing for seungbum and all these people crowded into his lil apartment -__-; lotsa korean fobs. heh. ick. god i can’t think. feel too sick. must go. bye. >__<


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