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Posts from March 2004

Texas.

I’m here. Let the mischief begin.


Posted
9 March 2004 @ 1pm

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Just Me

Disabled.

It’s interesting the littlest things and how they are so easily taken for granted. Especially if you’re young and lucky and occasionally people tell you that you’re beautiful.
Today was a different kind of morning.
From the moment I pushed myself up from the bed, turned the doorknob of my bedroom, stretched my pajama’s over my […]


Life Lesson #7 2004

You cannot please all of the people all of the time.
Trying to do that is a fast track to pleasing absolutely no one.
But if you’re willing to make a stand, make some thoughtful choices and stick by your convictions, even if people don’t necessarily like you or your decisions; you’ll at least have the opportunity […]


Poetica Spontenaium 03.07.04

Trapped in the Present Tension (Audio blog)
You would oft times tell me that I was bound in the past
Shackled by the should have doubts
That carried nails and poison
With a hair-pin trigger.
So that later, caught up within the present tension
Some suicide epipliplectic occasion would occur.
A sophisticated bomb that set on the appropriate occasion, […]


Posted
6 March 2004 @ 3am

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APA

NAATA Film fest

Running amok.
Posting Here this weekend.


Een Yo Faise - Fwast En Duh Fureeus

This morning I got cut off on the freeway by a short bus.
A SHORT BUS.
*sigh*
Just one of those days.


Busy Week

Tingle Tangle.

Show @ Cafe Du Nord with two exceptionally rocking and high energy bands.
The Peels and The Lovemakers


Posted
2 March 2004 @ 2pm

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Just Me

Sometimes

The confirmation of paranoia and maybe someone *actually* being out to get you is sort of comforting.
The paranoia is warranted. Gut instincts and suspicions, spidey sense are appropriately callibrated.
Of course, then you know for sure that some biyatch is gunning after you.
And that’s no fun either.


Today’s Thunk 3.1.04

I am sorry that I’m not strong enough to be the person worthy of your goodness. And that with clumsy little fingers, I cannot help but mishandle your kindness. I am weak and brittle, and oft times full of shame. I’m sorry I’m like this. And I’m sorry I couldn’t be more to […]


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