January 2010
2 posts
my resolutions.
Things to accomplish by December 31, 2010:
1. Find a job.
2. Get buff/a six pack (or four)/toned - get up to 160 lbs - gain 10 pounds of muscle
3. Floss daily
4. Finish my screenplay
i believe these things to be attainable. i will accomplish these feats by the end of this year. i WILL accomplish these feats by the end of this year…
i MUST…
dialogue
“There’s only one thing you can do.”
“What’s that?”
(beat)
“Nothing.”
Gun shot.
December 2009
1 post
Work in progress
He is a man whose amorality knows no bounds.
February 2009
1 post
Stephen Jackson
G.O.A.T.
Undisputed.
January 2009
3 posts
11.
Happy 11 “]
winter quarter...
officially begins tmr. damn.
Vegas.
I hate New York New York.
I should always and only play poker. No table games.
New Year’s Eve in Vegas is a whole lot of shoving, yelling, debauchery and not enough fireworks.
Cheap buffets are surprisingly very very good.
I collected 13 $1 chips from 13 different casinos.
Roulette on the slots is a great game. You’re never a loser.
I had only one alcoholic beverage, Stella...
December 2008
6 posts
broken strings.
worried…
vegas at 6 am. let’s roll.
to my noob...with love.
Cheers to your first online blog Kimbert (Kimberly Tran)!
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“His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald ~ The Great Gatsby
Packing & Laundry.
i am waiting for my second load of laundry to be done. mean while, i’m counting all the pairs of underwear i’m bringing to norcal & vegas (8 so far while waiting for the laundry).
heh.
i enjoy my boxer briefs.
one of many digressions.
reminds me of how much i hate the final weeks of the quarter.
November 2008
7 posts
here for you.
Just as sure as the sun will shine…every morning every time…
differing styles.
you know what is incredibly dumb about college? so many professors think that their style of prose is the “right” way…it seems like the ONLY way too. i’m sick of it. i always alter/adjust my writing styles just to fulfill the professor’s egotistical hunger about their own style of writing. i write how they want me to write because i want that A (it’s a damn...
zombies.
Trapped in a poorly barracaded house during World War 2, I find myself running from window to window peering out into the dark foggy night. The windows are shielded from the outside with thick wooden planks. These planks protect us from them. I cover the two west windows as my partner cover the two north ones. We take turns running toward the one south window every so often. We aren’t...
“A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.”
– Ruth D. Johnston
Moon.
Sometimes it feels like I’m swimming in a sea of stars.
Thanks.
October 2008
2 posts
write write write.
i loathe writing theoretical papers. although, when i’m writing about a film…it’s not that all bad…
Father.
My grandfather in Vietnam passed away last Wednesday. It’s disheartening and a shock to my system. I went home Friday night to attend the temple service on Saturday. I went back to mourn for my grandfather, but more importantly, to make sure that my dad was doing ok. My dad is 63 years old now. He’s still as stubborn as he was when I was an infant. There was a point in my life...
September 2008
3 posts
21.
Hit til I bust. I’m extra legal. Woot!
August 2008
5 posts
Moving.
I hate flimsy containers. I hate Littered plastic bags. I hate mounds upon mounds of stacked brown boxes. I hate the dirtiness that comes along with the process of moving into a new place.
quite frankly, moving sucks. My shoes, clothes, books and other micellaneous items just sit there, waiting to be put away.
but damn, I’m loving this new place.
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Where I Wanna Be.
There are just some people that you meet in life that you will never forget. You will always think of them every day for the rest of your life. You will think back to your troubled times and how those people have guided you to the light time and time again. Whatever hole(s) you dig for yourself, they are there to pull you out of it. Their advice, their words, their stories are encouraging,...
Cheesecake Factory...
has the best fish & chips.
house.
i need one. badly.
July 2008
9 posts
golden.
Silence.
There are times when no words need be spoken. Sometimes, the dead quiet can bring two people closer than ever imagined. It is solace. It is a silence that few understand, and even fewer have experienced.
Just because I do not talk does not mean that I do not care.
That is all. G’nite.
Never let you down.
i think i’m a pretty reliable person. confide in me and i promise my word is good.
the world is filled with people who abuse your trust. those people, i say, are wiggity wiggity wack.
word is bond.
Nostalgia
There are certain things that you stumble upon during the course of the day that awakens memories of the past. These lost memories are triggered by old images or objects that were seemingly hidden under present situations and events or buried underneath piles of unused crap in the closet.
These memories tend to be restorative and reflective. Allowing me to put together pieces of a past that I...
“Good morning Mister Sunshine,
You’ve brighten up my day,
Come sit beside...”
– Bee Gees
