Coming Out Of My Hello Kitty Lover Closet

In elementary school, I didn't give a shit about Hello Kitty. I didn't think she was that great. Besides, it was all about Spottie Dottie since she was so down to earth. Guess this kind of relates to how I'm a dog lover and not a cat person. In high school, I resented and refused to give in to the Hello Kitty loving lunacy because I always thought Hello Kitty was a spoiled, high maintenance brat. Of all the Sanrio characters, Hello Kitty ALWAYS has to be in the spotlight. Such an attention whore. She would never share with the other characters, especially Spotty Dotty, or even Badtz-Maru or Keroppi, the lime light. It's always about "Me, Me, Me" and "I'm so cute and everybody HAS to love me". So I never gave in to the Hello Kitty bandwagon... but now I don't know. The more I look at her, she gets more and more adorable... as if you can't really help but think she's adorable. She's sucking me in. So I guess I've had a change of mind. I don't like to admit it but starting from maybe senior year, she started to win my affection and it has only spiraled upwards. So now I'm coming out of my Hello Kitty Lover closet. Yes, it's true. I'm into... not girls but Hello Kitty. Teeheewheeeeee. Ah, the burden has been lifted! I don't need to front or hide it anymore and it feels soooooo good. I'm going to attend the 35th Hello Kitty Anniversary in LA (active participation in Hello Kitty festivities and give my support). I was also looking through the online Sanrio shop and I found a couple of must-haves. Just a couple.



Hello Kitty Contact Lens Case!!!


Hello Kitty Luggage 8) purrrrrrfect for traveling!


Hello Kitty Rear Mirror. Meow.


My most desired Hello Kitty item... totebag. So. Cute.


Cinnamoroll is also noteworthy, I like her too.


Cinnamoroll ROLLER BACKPACK. I would sacrifice any middle school/high school popularity and endure the taunting/kicking if I could sport this.


I fucking wish I was a millionaire.

I'll leave you to drool at this photo.

Consistently Inconsistent

Too much to do. Not enough to do.
Hungry. Nauseous.
Too many inspirations. Not enough motivation.
Wants &desires &theories. Not enough funds.
Forward. Rewind.
Rejection. Acceptance.
I have love for you. I have hate for you.
Down until I'm up.
Writer's block. I'm writing.
Personality block. Exuberant!



Sigh.

The Birth of Kermit

Summer was awesome, lots of down time. That's usually what I come home for. San Jose always just offers you down time to chill and relax with your friends. I guess you could say it's comfortable and familiar. But the best part about summer though was seeing my old friends and reuniting and meeting new ones!

Meet Stephen.


He likes electronic music and has a japanese girlfriend, Sarah.

And Erik.


He likes the way I make my mongolian bbq and wants people to leave him alone to "stone in peace".

These two people have set the record for the shortest length of time in becoming close, comfortable friends. They call me kermit.

This one's for you.

Still Got A Working Filter

I had a funny moment last night. I was on a different "level" and was thinking to myself and made a connection between two things. Cars and people. You know how the saying goes that pets of owners reflect the owner's personality? Well, I was thinking along those lines except with cars. Except cars don't necessarily reflect his or her owner's character. But cars definitely have personality. For example, I was sitting in Richard's Z and I felt very low to the ground, in a tight small spot, but still really secure. It was as if I felt like I was speeding through normality on the road and nobody could catch us. And then I think about how we all felt really comfortable in Caspar's old Lexus in high school, but I'm still not sure why that was the way we all felt. It must have something to do with the experiences that come with their own unique vibes and atmospheres that shaped Caspar's car into such an approachable portable home. Each driver's own individual taste in music also contributes to what kind of vibe you get when you get in the car. It's just that it's weird how a type of car could really impact and mold the entire group's mood and attitude of whatever destination is set and your state of mind during the trip to that destination. I wanted to tell Richard all of this but I thought it would sound stupid because even though I could process everything in my mind, I don't think I would have been as successful translating it into words. And now that I'm reflecting on it, it still sounds stupid. And the existence of this sad, pathetic blog post is purely dependent on this revelation. So what does this mean? This means that my filter ISN'T broken after all. HA!

Stupid Fucks

I hate stupid fucks. Don't we all?

"If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?" –Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Late Bloomer

Summer is unofficially officially starting. Summer Seshh is OVER which leaves more time for seshhesss ;) 8) :D!!!!!

Free Love

Free Love Is:

Playing with friends and making the best memories spontaneously and about absolutely the most ridiculous shit ever.
- "Did you guys notice that the best memories we have of each other are created when we're not doing shit and just fucking around?"
-- I got at least five likes on that.
Sitting on the top of the world with the most important people in your life.
Sharing good music.
- "Dude, who sings this?"
Waiting for opportunities to laugh at someone.
- Richard usually gives us this opportunity.