What's a slut like you doing in a classy place like this?
Friday, February 6, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Like a freshmen in his first semester of college.
I miss home. I miss warmth. I miss people who aren't fucking insane. I miss people who are just chill and honest. I miss my mom, my cat, my friends. I miss the park. I miss the ocean. I miss downtown. I miss the sunsets. I miss the sunrises. I miss KTA. I miss Longs. I miss Alpha Video. I miss the strange and happy and clearly senile Japanese woman who rides her bike around by bayfront. I miss loco mocos, chicken katsu, korean chicken, non-shitty fish, sushi, lumpia, ton katsu, warabi, misoyaki salmon, shrimp tempura, kahlua pork and cabbage, shave ice, lychee, manapua, etc. I miss running down/up Mohouli and Kukuau St to James's house in Sunrise Ridge. I miss driving to Peepeekeo to visit my grandma and just sitting around the house with her. I miss lighting incense for her at the shrine and seeing her pray every morning. I miss setting a towel out on the lanai and reading a book in the sun. I miss driving and often seeing Tomas walking around randomly. I miss seeing Theon look out of place in his strange Buddhist-themed house designed by his British mother and scary father. I miss walking around in slippers. I miss calling them slippers instead of flip flops. I miss being called Kimi without it sounding weird. I miss not having to remind myself to not say "pau" or "shoots". I miss people not asking me "How are you?" every single time I see them, even when I see them like ten minutes later. It's nice of them, really. But I'm just not used to it and it throws me off. Even though Brian (and only Brian) says people from Hawaii say "How are you?" all the time. Maybe if you go to the bank and apply for an account or something or if you're having lunch with the mayor, I guess. Otherwise the complimentary "How are you" is just unsettling. I even miss our Mormons, because they were weird but not crazy. They were just really nice Hawaiians or some other type of Pacific Islander who wore moomoos (mu'u mu'u, whatever).
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I need to do stuff. Fix some stuff. Change some stuff.
Going to write in this more. Might be therapeutic. Not sure. Gonna try whining out loud less. And saying the most random shit out loud less. Like, I think Bush is just too much of a character to have occurred naturally in nature. I think up in heaven Bush was sort of a low-key B-rated small-time comedian that God just really took a shining to so he decided he'd give Bush to his children on earth. To bring laughter to humans. How else could a monkey man have gotten elected twice in a row?
Anyway. What? What was I going to do here? I forget. I'm procrastinating. Obama!
Monday, December 8, 2008
We are not impressed with people who brag about how they didn't try hard in college but did well and boy what a hoot it was. Big fucking deal. It's college. That's what you do. Now at this point in our lives, it's not funny. It's just disgusting. How impressive is it that you don't care about anything? How fun is it to talk to someone who just talks about all the things they don't care about. And it's not awesome hearing someone talk about how they blow off all obligation and responsbilitiy just because it's a small issue. Constantly. Why not take some goddamn pride in at least doing something and doing it well, regardless of how trivial. The task may be trivial, but your actions may say a lot about the kind of person you are (i.e. doesn't do shit unless they have someone or something pushing them).
Saturday, October 4, 2008
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Kimi is feelin' like a girly girl. I don't want to watch Olympics for more than 3 hours. Or this jean claude van damme movie.
And when will Rihanna understand that short hair makes her look like shit.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sometimes, I miss being alone in my room in my old apartment at school in Oregon. I loved the lighting, the sound (not too much, not too little) and even the cold temperature (it meant bundling in a warm sweater). I liked having all my books, clothes, movies, tv, laptop, music, and bed in one safe place to call my own. And if I ever got bored or frustrated I could go bother Angie at her room across from mine or go visit Evan's apartment and hang out with them. On occasion Ray would be in the living room watching Forest Gump (which was always on) on our tv and I would join him. I'm basically like my cat. I like being alone on occassion with the option of not being alone. That's always nice. And for some reason, I miss being up at some bizarre hour of the night, in my pajamas, throwing on a jacket and boots and marching to the library to print something, each step crunching over the snow, beautiful soft white flakes collecting on my hood. Why does snow make such an amazing and peaceful quiet. Not a murderer lurking in the dark corner quiet, but a quiet that makes you feel like anything could happen and it would be something beautiful. The light also seemed to take on a softer and warmer glow.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Woke up at 7:16. Some time between then and 7:45 when driving out to Peepeekeo to my grandma’s house I got really depressed for various reasons. It happens. I also drove really badly and probably gave two cars quite a scare when merging lanes. I was still too tired to really feel the necessary amount of horror.
Watched Labyrinth yesterday and decided I want Guillermo del Toro to either do a re-make of it, a prequel or sequel, with a little bit of extra creativity on his part. I trust him to go ahead and add in some tasteful scenes and maybe some awesome side character monsters that you don’t see so much that it changes the story. The really nice thing is that David Bowie and Jennifer Connelly look basically the same as they did in the original Labyrinth so they can go ahead and reprise their roles as Jareth and HOLY SHIT I realize I’ve forgotten what our main protagonist’s name was. I can only remember Sir Didymus addressing her as “my lady”. I do know this though: they need to toss that baby like he’s a hot potato. He wins the world’s ugliest baby game.
If Bowie and Connelly aren’t up for a remake then del Toro can go ahead and do a prequel. Maybe a story about how Jareth became the Goblin King in the first place. Was he human first? Was he born from goblins? Is he some some sort of god that always was? Were the goblins all humans who were cursed while their king remained immune? I like to imagine it was some tragic tale that led him to the Labyrinth. First human, then tragedy befalls him, he ends up losing his memory, and something awesome happens, and bam he’s in the crazy goblin world and ruling with an iron fist. I can’t imagine who would play a younger Jareth. I think I purge my brain from any blonde male actors. They just seem to have no business in my head. Whatever happens, I hope it’s not as gay as Return to Labyrinth, the manga. Just when you think Jareth/Bowie could not possibly be any more of a homo.
Some things that have been on my mind.
I hunger for a good book that makes me feel like I gained something great. It’s been a while since I read something that really got to me. You know, a book that when you’re done you put it down next to you on the bed, then just lie down for a while looking up at the ceiling thinking about everything and putting shit together, and when you’re done doing that you feel changed in some way. I think one of the reasons I’ve been reading less is that I don’t feel that same gratifying feeling when I’m done. My positive reinforcement. I need positive reinforcement in some way otherwise shit won’t get done. I find myself going back to things I’ve already read and have loved. One of my favorites will always be Forgotten Beasts of Eld. There is a lot more there than its 11-16 year old audience are capable of fully appreciating, I think. Their review of the book would probably pin the story as slow, poorly structured and lacking in full character development. I think no character has ever been more complete to me. But then again I sort of interpret the whole thing in my own way and I’m sure that’s not exactly how the author had meant it to be interpreted. Well, if I don’t love it for what it is, I know for certain I at least love it for what it inspires. Know yourself, really know who you are, and you better be damn well able to live with what you see in the mirror every day. Otherwise you’re a goner. Do whatever it takes. The happy individual who is incapable of having a quiet day with no company but their own is something ugly waiting to come out of the shadows on some dark lonely night.
I should have been reading textbooks more. I have shit to study.
Movies have been good. Prince Nuada is hot and Robert Downey is a god.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Writing personal statement. We must dig deeeeep. Deeeeeep within my SOUL. Pull it out, like I pulled out my cat's testes in lab from its scrotum. Like tiny garlic cloves on string.
Friday, November 9, 2007
I don't know why, but I've always laughed at Nelly Furtado's song title "Maneater". It's a good title. If James were a girl I have the feeling I'd be calling him a maneater for fun, like how I call him banana hands even though he has very well-proportioned hands. That little slut.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Dear baby jesus,
Please give me pre-2000 Val Kilmer and I will do anything.
Should baby jesus fail to deliver, I will give my soul to have a pre-2000 Val Kilmer.
Also, bring Jim Morrison (and I suppose Pamela Courson as well) back. I wish to do a psychobiography.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
For some reason I can't think if the music I'm listening to is louder than the voice in my head. It doesn't make any sense because it is not as though the voice in my head has any actual volume. It's not like the two voices are having a fierce battle with sound waves. The sound going into my head through my pinna, through the eardrum, through the cochlea, is surely linked to a different pathway than the one where thought is produced. Nevermind, they're probably linked somewhere. I've probably even learned about this more than once. It would make sense why most hallucinations found in clinical psychology are auditory rather than visual. It follows the one theory that states hallucinations are due to a disconnect somewhere along the pathway that tells the person the thought that is occuring is yours and not someone else's. It's like making yourself a cup of tea but somewhere along the line forgetting that you made the cup of tea so now you have this tea that just came out of fuck knows where. I have so much disconnect I could have one giant fucking tea party.
I am a dork. One of the sweetest things I always thought (well, after taking CS from Nelie) a guy could do for me would be to make a c++ program that allowed me to play a sort of makeshift piano with the keyboard keys since I don't have a piano here at school and I miss playing one. Fuck that, I'll do it myself one day before I die. Sound was easy. Graphics were easy. The actual useful stuff, not so easy.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
I ponder too much.
Psychology. The field for kids with phDs.
I have ADD.
Man, I need to learn the list of presidents. It's no realy use, but, it's just something one must do.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Well, this is my exam for Sensation & Perception. It is definitely one of the weirder ones I've had.
1.) Imagine you are at a Rolling Stones concert, Mick Jagger swaggers on stage, picks up the
microphone and the catchy lyrics of Sympathy for the Devil travels to your ears. Please
discuss the process of first sensing the sound and then the process of perceiving sound
(ignoring the other structures involved in music perception).
2.) Imagine you are at the same Rolling Stones concert now focus your attention to the guitarist
Keith Richards (ignore the cigarette dangling from his lips), discuss the holistic, integrated process of listening and creating music.
What structures of the brain are involved in Keith’s ability to play his guitar and the auditory feedback he must integrate to
continue to play all the appropriate chords, notes and harmony?
3.) While watching Mick jump around on stage and dance to the beat of the drums, you start
thinking of your sensation and perception class and the complex vestibular process involved in
maintaining balance. You realize that it is simply amazing that this weathered and remarkably
well-aged rock star is able to leap in the air and dance with such energy without falling off the
stage. Imagine that Mick is not on medication to help him in this endeavor, what is the
vestibular process of maintaining balance?
4.) All of a sudden, in the middle of Satisfaction, Shakira saunters on stage wagging her hips
rolling her torso, crooning the words of Angie in Spanish. You beam at your 5-year old niece
and think what a great auntie you are to expose her to both music and Spanish so
young (ignore the fact it is past 9 o’clock in the evening). You begin to remember all of the
data on early second language and music exposure (these were presented in class at different
times). Discuss the evidence for early second language and music exposure on cognitive
development, spend extra time discussing the brain areas involved in language and music
perception and production.
5.) You feel a push behind you, then the entire audience lulls forward, you grab your niece and
run for the door, the man standing next to you is not so lucky; he is caught in the mob as
the horde of people rushed the stage. As it turns out, when the fans crowded the stage, the
man was knocked unconscious and trampled on the left side of his head, above the ear,
this caused a blood clot to form impacting a language relevant area. Consequently he now has
a speech aphasia. Discuss the different types of aphasias the man may have as a result of the neural
damage caused during the concert.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
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