this is just a picture page, it comes no where close to my life story. i wrote all this in one day, dont take it for what its worth, its not worth much. unless you really think it is heehee.
.says 86 but its 85.
.1986. .
at the time we were learning the letter O. everyone had to draw a picture of "captian O" and so after i got up in front of the class and talked about it. i said, " this is capatin O with his broder..." the teachers said " what?" i repeated my self,"this is captain o with his broder" and they said "who?" (silence with me still holding the drawing in front of everyone) then a loud shout said " oh captian o with his brother."
for open house in kindergarden all of my fellow classmates and i got to fill in the the face and body on a xerox sheet, guess what kimmy drew? the face... and the naked body that went with it. mom was so imbarrased she was covering mine up all through the sitting time she had at my desk. she says i was the only one that didnt draw clothing.
i brought a bird egg that mom had found in the neighbors tree and we put it in a tiny(kim) hand sized tupperware. i got to school excited that i could show and tell, so i put it in a place where noone could take it... by the door, that was closed. before the bell even rang the teacher slammed open the door and it smashed into my tupperwear that cracked the egg... so long baby egg.
as a child at school, i didnt have friends... i dont think i cared either... actually i had a friend named peter peck cuz i sat next to him and my mom new his mom cuz my sister was his sisters friend. i got teased that i liked him... but i didnt hang out with him. i usually rode the meatl tricycles on the trails that seemed to take up my recess... i slightly rememebr getting bullied along the way but i was tough.
.1987.
i was standing in line ,after recess,with my cool turquiose high top converse and francisco shouted" those are boy shoooes" i said" no they arent, my sister wears them" he told everyone i was wearing boy shoes....and i started to cry, then he got in trouble .heehee.
this is the year i enjoyed eating paste. if anyones gotta a problem like robbie then go sit in mud... face first! we were sitting at the kidney table during art time. i was eating paste with some other kids and robbie looked up at us and told the teacher that we were eating it and we were like "so we like it"
i didnt like boys yet but robbie liked a girl named cherry who had long brown curley hair. he sat next to her and i sat behind them. he would say " cherry, im ganna eat you" she'd tell on him right after. go cherry!
.1988.
i got held back since i was still tlaking baby talk and i guess i was slow.
i knew this girl monique... she used to faint in line and at recess, it was a hobby.. wed catch her before she fell,( i guess she held her breath). this time we dared ronald to do it and he did and cried. we got in big trouble that time.
aww, i was wearing for the first time those stupid button fly jeans. it was recess time and i had to pee so baaaaaaad. i couldnt undo them and since i was shy..well.. i thought hm... maybe if i go on the swings(which was super far) i could hold it and itll just magically go away. the whole so many minutes i still had topee... and guess what??!! the bell rang!!! i walked, walked and walked and i couldnt hold it anymore... i stopped to tie my shoe and i couldnt get up and when i did ... i let loose and lets just say by the time i got to the line i didnt have to go number 1. by then i didnt want the kids toknow so i went to the teacher and asked to help me undo my pants... she notice what happend and i still went in the bathroom and acted like i went. bascially, i went ot the office and someone brought me pants from home.
.89.
my second grade teacher-mrs necco ,was fat and mean. before i went to school dad would drop me at grampas which meant i was at uncles house. i always liked rumaging thru everyones rooms, bu ti noticed a picture with bart simpson stuck in a sumo werestlers butt. so after luch at school, i stood in line anticipating ronals cupcakes he brought since it was his bday... and whispered to my best friend,marcy, "mrs necco had a cupcake stuck in her butt, pass it on" she passed it on and it reached the front of the line... and marcy ran to the front when necco arrived," mrs necco kim said you have a cupcake in your butt" and her face turned red with anger. sheesh to wacth your best freind stabbing you in the front and back...i was only in 2nd grade, so i cried, i didnt get a cupcake.
those fancy korean pencil boxes with the pianos were the top of the trend list in our class, and so we would sale them to eachother... we got caught and punished for that too. there went our garbage pail cards and bubble gum money.
.90.
the third grade, well i wasnt with marcy anymore, so that meant i was a loner again... the first week of school. at the time my aunt was dating patrick hernandez's brother and that meant i stood in the bathroom hiding from patrick... i had on those cool black shiny kicks... um.. what got me thru this boring recess? i walked out to get in line and janina castellanos said" hi do you want to be my play mate?" and i said um ok" and so we were best friends... or i thought until she added sandy the blond girl that wore her hair in one pigtail to the side of her head... and i recruited esther the korean... but somehow i was hanging out with angela yoo the new korean girl that taught me to say stop it and hi in korean obviously. maybe i met her first? no she was new so i guess i just hung out with lateR? ANYWAY....i was social... but it came time for parent teacher conference and i went with mom, we sat and i guess since i never talked in class at first... she thought i spoke spanish only, which i never spoke spanish,,, sheesh.
i was a girl scouts brownice so i made lots of friends there too, my best friend was brandy mesa. i went to the sock hop with my uncle sean since my dad had a hernia... we sold cookies, sea world, did some wacky dance from some out of this world country,,,if you can guess it , it had somethign to do with them only buying things that had the leeter r for registerd on products... i have no idea. they ate that stale bread which was like huge crackers. i bet they were jewish maybe.. they made it seem as thugh they were soooo different.
my hot topic in class -josh was a johavah witness, so i preached the good news to him . dad was born again so as soon as i heard the news, i excpeted jesus into my heart!!!
.91.
push up friday . we dreaded it... mr palm was in the marines or navy... he made nathan harris and sara baby cry when he made them do 10 pushups... i did them but i was buff so i didnt care, just imbarrased cuz i was shy.
i was a little chubby so my butt was big... everyone knew it. lauli(l ow oo lee) was this tuff looking samoan and he would stock me at school while id walk the mile during recess, he'd follow me walking home( then later i found out cuz he lived at a house that i passed), tell everyone he liked me in class, stare at me,and just irrated me. one day we stoof in line after recess by this time i had it up to here 5 ft or so... he told me he wanted to have sex with me. i was so upset, i dont even know i knew what that meant but it hurt me, or something and i could not stop crying... it was the worst thing that happend to me by fay at school. he got in trouble for harrassment by mrs clifford the principle and all i rememebr was he wasnt at school the next week.
marcy and i were friends, best friends again, we did everything together,,, but she freakin annoyed me, tellgin every boy i liked them, like the devil boy, who was chris chesmores brother, he was freaky looking. she told everyone thats all im ganna say. i dreaded school becuz of that... but i found a way to get her to shut up... play on the monkey bars and since monica liked chris chesmore we would play cupid.
.92.
everyone was open to the boyfriend girlfriend thing but i wasnt... i was into God and i was shy so even if i was "in love" noone found out, (i wrote in diaries from 3rd grade till senior year till i found live journal and xanga so ja.. everything was held in.) plus my cousin letty was into this " dont kiss boys or be their girlfriend... yet shed be dating away... but i trusted and believed in her words... so i kept her in mind all thru the days.
ok, lauli was out but he was friends with cuby... which cuby started singing " i like big butts and i cant not lie..." when id walk by him. mr swagerty my 5th grade teacher was the coolest teacher at stanford elementary , he was christain,and he knew my older sibs so i was cool by association . but his was of seating us was to group us ... we'd start by writing our names and adding them to a hat and he'd start at the first seat and pick out a name and thats where youd sit the whole quarter. i had a good year with my class mates, but things were starting ti heat up with cubys singing that butt song by sir mix alot... i think.
it was time for seating again and i thought in my head hard and prayed the hardest in my 5th grade life" please god dont let cuby sit next to me.. i repeate dit and was so focosed... i was prolly red with frustration... and the table sat 2 ppl while the other tables allowed 4-6 kids.... guess who got the table in the front with 2 seats? kim and cuby.... i dreaed school after that.
every day he'd find somethign new to romanticly toryure me with. like the "im ganna stretch my arms and try to put my arm around you... but sinc ei have a pencil in my hand i will poke you with the sharp side."
or the... thats all i rememebr. but when it happend , i cryed and i cryed hard. that same day i got to sit in the back row, with my self. life was good again.
i think i was getting into this clothing and looking cool now... cuz i rememebr lisa rios would copy me when i bought my converse and stripped shirts, and told me i looked cool... then later pick on me cuz i wore that same outfit last week... gr i stopped being her friend.
the year before marcy and i had this big friendship thing and it was just us, this year i started hanging with the old friends like janina castelloanos, alma rodas, minji kim, brandy mesa, and i dont knwo who else... but they were thugisg hispanic kids... and they wanted to beat up marcy for whatever reason. and i told them both they needed to be freinds...( this took a whole year to become) i prayed about it forever,,, and somehow... we all joined as 1.i guess cuz they knew i was cool and that made marcy cool too. yet another cool by assocition thing
marcy was very cool, my best friend, what makes a best friend? when a boy named jarwin teases me till forever (he is almas cousin) he had a huge crush on me so i got irratated and marcy was ganna beat him down! but she didnt... maybe thats why the other girls didnt like her? oh well.
marcy wore this red hooker dress on saint patricks day... later she got called to the office for that and changed into a DARE shirt. later that week, she got taken out of school. we didnt see her there again... ever.
.93.
the sixth grade, woohoo! we ruled the school!!! mrs mildenstein was her name and i was cool by association again by a teacher. thank you sister!
byu this time i plainly hated school... i just had enough of it... id rather be listening to rap and r&b... writing poems, writing in diaries, or i would be out with friends at the plaza , mall, movie theater, or golfland... and such.
i liked choir in the 5th grade but my crew and i were so not into ti anymore. we had too many letters to write, gossiping to tell and plans for friday nights to talk about... did i mention i had my first boyfriend?
boys werent on my list tilllater in the year... well... one was out in the open. erik gomez, he was a cute boy. this is how it happend:: my friends told him the same day i opened up, then we walk the track at lunch and he asks me to be his girl. i say shyly,"ok" then we dont look at eachother ever again. later on that day after school, i find out he cheated on me with jeanette... the next day we are through.
you give your heart to a boy and he breaks it when he knows he has ya twisted. boohoo...hoo.
sitting next to oscar who sat next to amber too... his yuck cologne killed us through out the day... and rodney was a prize... and i got the pleasure to sit next to him once. the joy we all got when mrs milderstein tripped over the projector... noone will forget that. she wasnt to die for mean but she was pretty close... since mom and i had spent all week looking for a dress for me.(as you saw in the picture i was a tomboy!) i hadnt wore a dress in at least a year... and we went to millersoutpost searching high and wide for soemthing special for the performing arts center feild trip. mom and i had it up to the sky and decided on a nice tan vest with a green top under and new light jeans. i was styling and happy that day when i got into class *duh duuuuuuuh drum music* mrs mildenstein said i couldnt go. i cried till forever even with friends comforting me and swearing to hate her forever... she finally felt bad and said i could go. i didnt tell her i spent all week looking for an outfit... nope. i did go and i cried the wimper cry sniffling and using all the tissue that was handed to me. and guess what? every other school had ghetto kids in their normal play clothes, jerk face teacher! *sniffle*
for the christmas choir show... (before i quit) ...i wore that same outfit while all my other friends wore clothes their mom picked like tose puffy flower dresses, hehehehe.
.94
7th grade, let me remind you the hated school, worse then anyone in the world... i had my reasons.. daily... nothing to wear, my hair is frizzy, id rather watch swans crossing early int he morning so im tired later, i faked it and i did it well... but that got old.
so many hot boys at school... i was a nerd for halloween, and everyone rememebred me for that. i was a thug... well i looked like one. my older sister was a freshman in h.s and her friends were scared of me...which were all white girls. um... being with my friends was almost number one, while still keeping god first yet growing up around non christians at school. hard stuff. but i got thru it. it was alll bout boys and kissing. i was the only one left. my best friedn called me a lesbian cuz i didnt kiss a boy yet, and that hurt. gosh i neevr had nice friends. i was quiet about everythign when i was young, i was so humble... no i just had a diary.. with a lock! ah ha!!
.95
.95
wow eighth grade, i ruled... not the school but we were still cool. by this time knotts berry farm was the hot spot for teens all over... or wed go to our usual movie theater and golfland.,, the plaza too!
thae plaza is where i found my first boyfriend, anthony marquez. he was every girls dream come true.wow.e i was with three other girsl and i got the number ,later i found out he was christian so i decided yay this is gods gift to me, im marrying him. to make a long story short he was the biggest jerk ive ever met... he cheate don me with this girl named celia and she wanted to figh tme, which i dont fight... i never will. so we didnt. after that my friends and i were into black guys, hardcore. thats what made us want to go to school. i was seeing this guy that looked liek tupac... while all the other girls played lets trade boyfriends. and that was my only guy i dated at my school for the rest of my living school life... oh wait i saw a guy for a day... but that didnt count. bleh and by this time i was overly obsessed with guys... this wasnt good. i had my first kiss and it wasnt a big deal.
.96
i was into overly dressing up. you know those clueless girls... well i was one of those. never wore the same thing twice, begged mom to buy me soemthing and i promised i wouldnt miss school. if freshmesn were to be polled who is best dressed, it would be me. conceited? no. i just was one spoiled brat. i liked my freshmen year, i had most of the same kids in each class and we all were cool with eachother. fun times.
cuby from 5th grade... we hit it off as goo friends, we had matured alot over the years and we talked about everything... in class.
i was back with anthony my real first boyfriend, from the previous yr and he use dand abused me, i was one pretty messed up girl. to make a long story short... all the gangster girls wanted to beat me up and my sister steppe din, yes my short white gir l sister, and she told them all off. (just cuz im mexican doesnt mean im a thug!)
also i had had it up to heaven... and one day anthony called me and i told him" ya know what im over you" and i meant it and it was the best feelings.
after i dated anthony , i started to talk to this cool guy johnny guiterez. he dedicated "nobody, by keith sweat" to me. at the itme this girl yesenia knew he liked her like madly deeply... but he met me so he forgot about her... till she found out i liked him, and she was toally jealous and everyone knew it... yes the whole school. so now im not just popular by association but by my drama. so yeah he ended up falling for that girl and when his friend dumped me for him... on th e phone yesernia no longer was interested in him. i truly got over him after i handed him a sappy love letter and how i felt about all this. and he wanted me back. when i was on the phone when johnnys friend was telling me that johnny was ganna break up with me he promised "hed find me someoen one day" i was like sure bud... but whatever.
augh! why i stopped wearing my hootchie mama clothing? i was sitting in english class , reading, then i look up and three guys , a laser, aiming under my skirt= die!!!! ever since then i tomed down on my short skirts and cute boots.
on the boyfriend side. a few months after johnny , i got a phone call from a guy named ivan escalera... his friend. i thought he was playing a trick onme so i ignored it. then he kept calling and we went to the movies and after that we were hooked. every day every where, we were togther but school. he was a baseball player my parents loved him and all the above. but he wasnt christain. i had that tuggin on my heart till junior year. off and on we went...
.97
.97
sophmore yr. still with ivan prolly, wrote him poems, i started listening to mxpx, valu pac and whatever other christian bands. um, hun gout with yuli and veronica alll the time, and veronica ende dup seeing johnny... we moved passed eachother... i was a total loner. till i hun gout with amy and her group. i never really fit in to any clique after that. no more tom boy , thug, cluelessgirl, i was just kim*.
.98
junior. i was sometimes hanging out with vero and yuli but they ditche dme like everyday. it was pretty sad. so yeah they ended up feeling odd around us at the stage , its their fault for being mean to" little miss kimmypoo" as amy (pwincess would say. ) she had my back, yo.
i started goign to bible study at lunch, and i met manny the fanny in bio, which i already knew from junior high... i used to call him micheal jackson cuz of his off the wall hair and outfits... he was just odd. we hung otu so much everyone thought we liked eachother but if anyone liked anyone he was th eonly one doing ht work. but he was super fun, we did everything together as friends!!
ivan didnt like it and i broke up with him by then anyway so poo to you! i was anti guy after that... just crushes for the longest time. manny and i had secret names for each guy/girl.
i used to stalk guys and he would stalk girls... heehee. we were weird... stillare. ahahaha.
.99
.99
senior yr, woopey... by now i wanted to quit school but i held on. we had our friends and our stage. id bring my twister and bubbles. we had a party every lunch, whatever asb ppl that stole our stage some days. we were the clique that had no name. we werent the asb kids, the skaters, beach kids, popular popular, sporty, punky ... and such. we were a little of it all i think. we did whateevr with who ever we didnt care... we were prolly the kids that hated school, thats what we were. but we were all so different and had the different oopinions,,, we just had fun toegtehr.. and thats what counted.
i was in show choir, quit cuz those dorky kids that had been in there all thru their highschool life thought they were cooler then everyone else and we new and dorky kids had no opinion to them. gr!! i rememebr when they asked our opinion for a valentine gram song, danny and i said" two of hearts by suzie q" they looked at us liek we were lame, walls up to them!!
i switched to arobics and i loved it!
all thru high school i took photo and it was such a laid back class and i loved taking pics anyway so by the time i hit this senior yr i got to be teachers assisant, even thought everyone knew the teacher was a perv, in a sense... he never did anything to me so i like dhim. i usually brought games like connect 4 or cards and we'd gamble our halloween candy , but we got in trouble hehe. but whatever we still did it, he didnt care that bad... as long as we did all our work.
i had a huge crush on elliot cultice and yuli knew and manny.... and everyone that i considered a freind. this guy was everything i ever wanted. personality,faith, and looks. wow... i wasnt ever ganan tell him but he found out by yuli , ihate dher forever! it was a major thing. he thought i was cute but i was to intimidate dby him, i died. i had him in two classes too.
prom, i didnt want to go but i did cuz i told manny i wanted to go with him.
i tried to get into art history at the time i wanted to drop show choir
i was ditching queen by now and i learned to forge my moms name perfectly... so i thought. sometimes i just didnt write a note and get detention, really didnt care. so yeah, i was still really into god but i was totally still wanting to everything my way. and i still thought God had soemoen special for me out there.
by the time the school year was over i had been interenet queen for a few years and i thought i met the perfect boy again.*cough* if you wanna know how that went go to words then the second link that has a n all black background, ha!
.2000
.2000
life was odd as always, drama kim*. trusting more in God then ever, yet i let myself go with that boy, i put him first and this was totally bad. my emotions were flying thru alot that i did. it was sad.
i went to the art institute of orange county , i liekd it yet i wasnt all there... so i dropped out.but before that i met some really cool ppl, mostly guys cuz there werent many girls.. so i hung out with... errr... i forgot their names. but they were both cute and fun. i went with one to see a show in hollywood but they were sold out so that sucked... but it was still fun. um the other guy mademe sign his scketch book cuz he said it will be worth money some day (joke). he was an animator and i was web and mulit media major... so he is obviously the drawer and i sucked... it took effort for me and he was like a wiz!!
off and on wiht my romance life blah bleh bleh.lame.
.2001
.2001
basically 2001 was the start of my beauty supply hoppin. i got a job thru amy bka pwincess. she knew a girl thatused to work at planet booty that knew a shop owner that was ganna open up and needed someone asap. guess who was jobless? yours truely! the owners loved me and i lenred quick , praying and trusting God for this job and he handed it to me~. i worked there feb-july and i moved to ontario,ca with my aunt. then i got a job at planet beauty ontario since they had just opened plus amy did the hook up thing again. i loved it there with the mostest. i didnt like living in ontario the best cuz i missed goign to churc with my fam and all the drama i guess. i just needed more ppl since ive always lived in a wacky house.
i met a cool girl selina bka sissy. her sister is in a group called the soluna girls... um shes obssessed over eddie forever! she made me drive her to her ex's house and made me get out or she'd die. so i walked up to the house and some lesbian answered the door.. it was just really .... odd. she still owes me!!
i loved hangign otu with her and the mikeys. we'd go to walmart at who knows what time(night) and buy junk food to camp out on the top of haven. it was a long drive and my subaru made it up that hill... got dirty and did wonders. there'd be like sissy ,dahlee, and i and then the guys... and the guys would be scared along with us. we'd snap a pic and run itno the car and lock who ever was left out. i'd show pics to prove the good ol' days but sissy still hasnt let me borrow them.
planet beauty on halloween day:: trisha and i were 80s glam rockers, i will get th epic to prove one day... but the owner of p.b which was my crush saw me that day and he told one of the girls he like dmy outfit heehee...
planet beautys christmas party was a hit! we got all fancied up... i totally forgot what i wore but ill get picks to prove... it wasnt all that since i didnt have a date and the owner ignored me when introducing his cosuin tot he tall beauty queen deneise... so he died as far as i know.
um.... ja.
to make this long story end. i lov emastey products and im ganna be a rep one day! go to my truth link and click on who is henry mastey and read the diary! i post frequently.
2002 sorry no pic yet
i moved back from ontario. judy had baby adam when i moved back in he was around 3 months, things had definitly changed. big adam moved in already and things were hectic. a full house i might add. letty was about to pop in another month and then out came baby kat. i ended up working at miry at westminster mall and i hated it but met some rad people too. the best things about that place were 1- the people and two that super hot gay guy next door at the gap. i was so stalker over him and he knew it. im so obvious.
i dont think i had much of a romance life this whole year, I DIDNT. towards july i quit mirt and got a job at a beauty supply called pro beauty. it was a neat place to work but i ended up talking to ron from hair international and got the rep job for mastey. but that didnt last too long it wasnt my type of work. see dreams are possible but doesnt mean they are all for you. after that job i went to ontario to watche dbaby kat for a few months cuz letty was workingalot and so was trask. i really loved planet beauty ontario. maria is such an awesome manager, she totally made me feel wanted and like a good worker. her sister was just as awesome, i miss them dearly. after december i got tranferred to irvine but thats running into the new year. so basically what i learned from 2002 is:: i am getting older. i need to leave childish things and look forward.
2003
um... basically i never lasted thru planet beauty irvine to transfer to irvine spectrum , loser me!, so i went to the lame mall and worked at silhouette, i dont knwo if i ever learned to spell that correctly , even after a year of 27198748176357678465 applications. arg. AND THEN, the keyholder chic was super egotistic and i lasted a month with my peep hole shut and BAM i couldnt take it anymore so i told her yewwww suuuuck, no not really i just cried and left. arg. like i always say i cant express my self without getting hurt first, sigh. one girl chased me and tried to get me back but i couldnt deal with this daily drama for minimum wage, no way, never again. YEAH next in line, i believe i started cosmetology cuz my aunt bridget gave me this spectacular idea of becoming a desairologist, MORTUARY COSMETOLOGIST, to be understood. i have no love for doing living people cuz i hate what comes out of peoples mouths after they look at them self for too long, sam e for myself, so how the heck did i think i could get thru 1600 hours of school, i didnt get thru it if thats wha you want to know. and was it cuz of clients? NO WAY, it was cuz my teacher made me very upset after 300 and something hours. arg. im way to sensitive on the wrong days. im bad like that. AND THAT MY FRIEND IS WHY I CAN NEVER BE MARRIED. am i weird, am i cruel? am i what you thought, prolly not. or maybe so. um.... yeah so then i started working under the table for my cousins friends brothers tool/parts company. i did graphic work, photoshop work for like a month, maybe? no idea. he ripped me off... go figure! 10 hours a day, ya hear that?! ugh. i was fun working with my little friend tho he kept me laughing and not working hah. um.... then i started working at the block? yep! friends by issac, cute store, half trendy teen and half trendy little girl, the walls were outrageous, it was kick back work. i worked over 40 hours! under the table. but then i noticed i wasnt getting paid right. ugh. and i was starting to feel like this isnt right, God cant bless me like this. so i quit. yep. arg , i had to tho, i just have bad choses from the start. so this takes me to rop in orange, careers with children. i havent missed a dern day m-f 2 hours. haha HEY its a good start on consistency darn it, and i havent missed a darn assignment! sheesh. i have two more weeks to go , mmhm. so i shouldnt talk to soon into the new year. i havent dated anyonein many years. this was a dream of mine. to be single , to not be the girl that has to have a boyfriend to survive. to just understand me, and to be able to just be free. i cant believe i was conssitent with that one thing. OK two, I LOVE GOD, every day, with all my heart... but shoot my life didnt show it very well this year. let me try 2004. o and i thought God said no to vintage, but he seems to have brought it back , this excitement this outrageousness .:)
hug n a kiss to you!
kim*
