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[02 Oct 2009|04:41pm] |
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I can't even break 200k on this stupid ass Zapataur game.
( UGH. )
I'm not made for horizontal SHMUPs.
Well, anyway, flist, I just want to say PLEEEEEASE SUPPORT ARCADE UFO. I've been spreading this anywhere online I have an audience and friends, and here on LJ is no exception. Lol. There is a contest going on between four arcades (who all, interestingly, follow the same theme of space and stars) to win $25,000. The winner is determined by whichever arcade earns the most points by the end. The contest has been going on for a while, and while my home arcade, Arcade UFO, got an early lead, we're starting to fall behind the Bay's Starbase Arcade. They managed to get a lot more advertising and a (supposed) commercial out in their favor. We don't have much like that except for creepy, esteemed fighter gamer Marn and JWong's tweets.
Anyway, as I write this, we're 5 million points behind. The contest ends on October 6th at 10:59:59PM, according to UFO's Twitter. Please support UFO, local Austin businesses, and hell, TEXAS by donating the points to UFO. :3
Yeah, yeah, it's a shitty game, but did you expect the programmers to really care? Lol. We all endure it, though, just to help the arcade get points.
SO... CLICK HERE TO PLAY ZAPATAUR. Don't forget to register your e-mail address! Otherwise, you can't donate the points you made! Also, SPREAD THE WORD, PLEASE!!! :3
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| Neko Meteor Photoshop shit. |
[15 Aug 2009|01:16pm] |
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It's on Facebook, so that I could tag people, but it doesn't show the original size, which is bigger. That'll be on my DeviantArt, though. dA's more of a hassle when it comes to .gifs...
( NYAAAA BA-JAAAAAAAAA~ )
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| Mememememe (thanks, Jenn茶) |
[28 Jul 2009|01:19am] |
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Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you.
1) Filipino. Well... that's my ethnicity. I'm pretty proud to be a Filipino, but I'm not going to scream "OMG FLIP PRYDE FOR LYFEEEEE" at anyone. I find it stupid. I'm not white-washed, but no, I don't understand Tagalog or any other dialect, and I don't speak it. I think I've explained in an older entry the reasoning behind this, and my gripes on relatives who think I'm completely Westernized (a.k.a., my entry about my trip to San Francisco). And another thing, while people like Scott D. claim that I'm not Asian, I still think I am. And... I think I would know that. I'm not denying my Pacific-Islander-ness, either. My culture is stemmed from both, as well as the Spanish culture.
2) Katamari. Okay, this whole Katamari/Paulamari/Paula rolling thing is entirely Tim's fault. Hahaha. Tim, Jenn茶, and I were drinking one night at my apartment, just as a last-minute thing, and apparently, after we watched some slasher flick (I think it was Texas Chainsaw Massacre), I allegedly got so drunk that I started yelling things like, "I'm hornyyyy! I wanna have sex!!!!" Tim was thoroughly disgusted by me. He cried out, "Ew!!!" And pushed me off the arm of the sofa I was sitting on. I landed on my ass or on my side (I don't remember which), kind of slumped against the wall. Tim wasn't done with me, however, as he started kicking me--kicking me--down the hallway and into my room. He said something then, as he was kicking me, but I can't recall. But anyway, he put me in my room, and I guess I fell asleep? Whatever. The next day, when I got up, I discovered bruises that remained a mystery to me until the story was retold, and in the retelling of the story, his kicking me down the hallway was described as "rolling like a Katamari" and for some reason, that stuck. OUT OF ALL THE NICKNAMES/INCIDENTS IN THE WORLD, that one stuck. XD
3) DDR. I... play it. Or well, I used to be more active about it. Now, not really. I played it for the very first time when I was in the Philippines, around when I was fourteen. I was like, "Wah, it's too hard. QQ" at first but then picked it up again when Dizzy told me she bought it (we were what--sixteen?). It became fun. I then bought my own copy of DDR Konamix and started getting better at it. I still sucked up until around senior year, when I had the confidence to play in an arcade setting. I guess my skills escalated from then on, and around two or three years later, some middle-aged DDR guy from Einstein's (fuck, I forgot his name) called Jon and me the king and queen of DDR, which is far from the truth, but I couldn't help but gloat about it, especially after Austin H. basically called me the same thing. XD ... But anyway, since the close of Einstein's, my skills got worse due to lack of practice. Even when we had Tek Republik, and even when Ryan opened up Arcade UFO, I started lacking. That, and I was getting sick of stomping on arrows. I'll still play it if I feel like it, but I'll do it for the workout and not so much to get better.
4) Wine. Er... I'm not sure why wine reminds Jenn茶 of me. The only thing I can think of is Tim exaggerating ワイン with an exaggerated Japanese accent. XD ... Or... was there something I didn't know about? Kimee bringing wine to my birthday party? That? Lol, look how short this was compared to my first three words.
5) Japanese. Jenn茶 and I met in Japanese class. Many fun things happened in 412K, like our epic series of Wakao-sensei the Yakuza skits. I made a few friends in that class as well. I miss those days, and I still have yet to obtain a copy of our skit. I would really like a copy of it. Anyway. Unfortunately, my Japanese now is really rusty, since I don't go to Kaiwa anymore, nor have I taken any Japanese classes after the fourth semester (412L). At least I can still read and understand Japanese... sort of. Maybe I should skim my textbooks a little, just so I don't forget too much of it.
I think I'm getting too lazy to type anymore, because those last two were really short. That, or I just can't think of anything else to say.
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| NTS: Watch these soonish and make time for them. |
[27 Jul 2009|12:05am] |
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Just typing these out on a whim. Needed a place to put them.
Sigaw (movie) Can't fucking find it.- Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni Kai (anime)
Ghost Hunt (Jessica's suggestion)All About Eve (drama) Meh, don't feel like watching it anymore.1 Litre of Tears (drama)Heroes 4th set of webisodes (er... webisodes)- Code Geass (sorry, Jessica, I never got around to it. XD)
Eden of the East (anime)Finish Boys Before Flowers >>; (drama)
Hopefully I didn't miss anything.
AND WTF. THE A/C IS FUCKING UP.
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| Another movie post hiiiii~ |
[26 Mar 2009|04:39am] |
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I needed some way to distract myself from... stuff.
Anyway, I wanted to mention that I watched Slacker a few weeks ago. I was browsing movies and Hulu when I noticed that the description for the movie mentioned that it took place in Austin. The Drag in 1991? I wanted to see.
The movie itself didn't do anything for me. I know it was known to have supposedly inspired Kevin Smith to do Clerks, which was filmed in a similar manner, but both of those movies sort of bored me. I paid attention to them both, too. I guess I should appreciate these type of independent films... or something... but meh. I think I'm too ADD for that.
Overall, with Slacker, I felt like I was watching The Hills but with weirdoes with random theories about life instead of spoiled, teenage Californians. The only thing that really kept me going was staring at what the Drag, downtown, and some of West Campus looked like back in the day. That now-closed down travel agency Diesel by the Woo used to be a bakery/coffee shop? Lol?
The film had a bunch of different, random characters (with some of them playing themselves, apparently). It was interesting, I guess, because it would go to the first character, and then he would meet a few more people, and then the POV would switch to one of those other people and follow him or her around. But then... no set plot. Just a "day in the life" of these people.
And I don't like watching slice-of-life things. =(
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| Watching pilm. |
[25 Mar 2009|04:53am] |
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A new list of movies that I want to watch.
YES.
Speaking of movies, I showed Tim [REC] a few days ago. He thoroughly enjoyed it. Finally, someone I can discuss this with. Viewing it then prompted us to rent Quarantine, which is the American remake (wow, Hollywood... really?) that just came out on DVD.
Quarantine was overall not as good or scary, imo, but I did like that they actually showed the cameraman this time around. Jay Hernandez was pretty hot in it, too. Oh, and Maya ("Majaaaa!") from Heroes is in it as well. Lol. Seriously, all I could think of when I saw her character was annoying-ass Alejandro calling for her.
Anyway, I really need to own [REC] on DVD. I didn't even know Spain released it Stateside until I saw it for rent at I <3 Video.
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| So glad this shit doesn't happen to me. |
[08 Feb 2009|06:48pm] |
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"Today, I had just gotten over the flu and thought I was better. So me and my boyfriend decided to have sex. As I was about to orgasm, I puked all over his face. He was so disgusted that he ended up throwing up on me as well. FML"
This site is terribly addicting.
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| Random. |
[26 Nov 2008|11:46am] |
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Yesterday, as I was walking down the street to my class, some guy on his bicycle crashed into me from behind.
I had my headphones on, so I couldn't really hear him. I did see his bicycle's shadow on the ground, though. I was about to move out of the way, but oh, too late. I kind of flew forward for a second before landing face-down on the ground, instinctively putting my hands in front of me. I ended up skinning my knee and getting some dirt-pebble thing stuck in my palm (which I was somehow able to fish out later).
The guy apologized profusely, and I told him it was okay. I wasn't mad... I actually kind of laughed afterward. For some reason, I found the situation funny. XD
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| Creepypasta. |
[10 Nov 2008|03:25pm] |
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The Prince’s Fresh Start
October 10th, 2008 by WHO WAS PHONE?
Somewhere in West Philadelphia, you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.
After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles, and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.
With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will suddenly realize that cabs like these are extremely hard to find, do not bear any thought to it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say ‘Yo homes to Bel Air’. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be sometime between 7 and 8 o’clock, even though it will feel like you’ve been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say ‘Yo homes, smell ya later!’, but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.
If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.
I lol'd.
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| It's already November. ;_; |
[03 Nov 2008|04:25pm] |
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So, I decided to do NaNoWriMo this year for the first time. Mainly to measure what I'm capable of doing when I'm creatively writing (a lot!) under pressure.
I know what I'm writing about. In fact, I've already started, but I have a feeling that this story is going to turn into shit. I don't know. I have a general direction, but I need specificity as well, and I'm still thinking about that stuff as I'm writing.
But it's not like anyone at NaNoWriMo is expecting anything stellar. A month to write 50K words? Maaaaan..... X( ... I hope I'm at least proud of my work in the end.
Jessica and I have been working on Asian American Television stuff since September. September! And we've only begun filming since mid- to late-ish October. There was a lot of work put into it especially on our part (being the directors and all), but this is something I love doing, so I don't mind being busy with it.
In case you didn't know, we're making a parody of Asian dramas for AATV, which is part of Texas Student TV (a.k.a. TSTV, the campus TV channel in the dorms and on public access). I'm reaaaaally gunning for the first episode to wrap up and be done by the end of the semester and have both the second and third (the final one) ones done next semester.
So, we filmed on two weekends, but from seeing the footage, we'll need to do some re-shooting in addition to finishing up what ever we couldn't do last Saturday (which was the last time we shot anything). I'm really proud of our cast and crew for their hard work (except for DAVID TO! >:O) and grateful that they took their time out for us. X3
However, we're not done yet. Not at all. There's still more to do, but I think we can get this shit done successfully.
FAITO! D:
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| WTF another one. |
[30 Oct 2008|04:22pm] |
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I don't mean to make all my later entries about all the dreams I've been having, but they've all been pretty morbidly interesting lately, and I have nothing better to write about. They've been making me wake up earlier than I want to, though (or is that normal for me?).
I really don't remember the first part of my dream, but Jon was in it. The End~.
Yeah, but anyway. The part I do remember had to do with all of us filming something. I don't think it had to do with the Asian drama parody we were doing, because I was in it, apparently. My dream-self didn't indicate if I was or not, but since I was on the set while the camera was rolling, I had to assume.
So we were outside on some big empty road surrounded by open fields. The skies were clear and the weather was a little warm for my taste, but bearable. There were three cars, a camera, a bunch of my friends/cast/crew whatever.
I was in a sedan or something in the sort of in the left lane, but a lit, just sitting there in the passenger seat. I don't remember if there was a driver in my car or not, though. The other car (which I don't remember had passengers or not) was on the shoulder of the road by the right lane; it wasn't being used at the time for some reason. From what I understood, we were simulating a car crash. A beat-up, black station wagon was supposed to drive at us, barely missing my car and crash into the other one, but still able to drive through us a little before stopping.
Unfortunately, something went wrong. The station wagon drove through like it was supposed to, but when it stopped, I started smelling a strong odor, like something was burning. I tried glancing behind me at the station wagon, trying to see if anything was wrong with it, but I wasn't able to from where I was. My gut instincts were telling me to get the hell out of there, so I got out of the car (where I saw a puddle of tapioca bubbles on the ground for some reason, lol) and ran as far away as I could. I kept thinking about my friends, since they were all still back there, but it was too late for me to turn around. Before I could do anything, I heard an explosion behind me and I could smell the smoke emanating from the scene. I started to become really sad, but I didn't stop running.
That was when I woke up.
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| Another dream for you. |
[28 Oct 2008|07:41pm] |
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This took place a number of nights ago, and I meant to post this earlier, but I didn't take the time to until now. I posted about this in the Neko Meteor group on Facebook, too, but I was lazy and didn't put much detail.
So... I made the mistake of going to sleep at 10-something pm and waking up at around 2am.
But anyway, I found myself with a group of friends on campus, on a platform on a random ramp with black, circular railing next to the turtle pond (although that doesn't exist, lol). We were talking about random stuff. There was a girl in the group I didn't like, apparently. We got into an argument. The other friends were getting uncomfortable, so she and I took it to some other part of campus. Again, it was on a platform with black railing, only this time, it was square.
We continued to argue, but I got so blindingly enraged that I killed her. I don't remember how I did it. I could've beaten her to a pulp, stabbed her, who knows? But anyway, I killed her without anyone seeing me somehow.
I managed to drag her body to some area nearby, I think it was, and buried her there. I went back to my friends, somehow blood-free, and told them she had gone home.
In the next scene of my dream, some sort of authoritative group, like the police or something, were interrogating everyone about the missing girl. Some mysterious Hispanic friend/relative (in a ponytail and a red tank top) of the now-dead girl was at the end of some line I was in. The line was for friends of the girl to explain their alibis. The Hispanic girl had a checklist of friends and a bunch of stuff written after their names.
I was nervous. I obviously didn't want anyone to know that I was the one who did it, but when the line got to me, I fumbled with my words and stuttered and fucked up making an excuse. I guess this was how she figured out I was the one who did it, but I'm not sure. Anyway, she gave me this glare and was about to report me to the police, but I somehow convinced her not to tell anyone. She was like, fine, and wrote something down indicating that I was safe.
I left the line feeling a little relieved. (And LOL, what a bitch to let me off the hook when her friend got murdered.)
In the scenes following that part, I found myself in various search parties. I remembered one in particular was in a cemetery during the day. For some reason, my friend Tiffany was involved with the search and beckoning me to join her. I think I rejected her and offered to just watch from the sidelines. I grew nervous again. What if they found eventually found fingerprints? The body? What if I couldn't trust that Hispanic girl after all? I was always on edge.
Despite my worries, no one seemed to suspect me at all.
No one except for this other random female "friend," that is. A bunch of us were hanging out at someone's house. Everything was all good except for the fact that she kept glaring at me... as if she knew. She seemed very suspicious, and it worried me. Who knows what she had up her sleeve? ... But even when she tried to be tough and bully me around, I would always be like "whatever, bitch" to her face.
That was when I woke up. And maaan, I was so glad that was a dream. The nerves and clamminess felt a little... I don't know, real. O_O
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| Hey, LJ. |
[22 Oct 2008|02:54pm] |
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God, when was the last time I updated this thing with a real entry? Forever, right? A lot of my updated things appear on Facebook, actually... in the form of Status changes, Wall comments, and Notes.
I remember when Facebook had nothing on it but that random guy in the layout, your friends, your groups, and your profile. Oh, and there weren't a lot of people on it in the fall of 2004. I sort of miss old-ass Facebook. I felt like I was in sort of a secret club and that my information was somewhat protected. But now, damn. It's everywhere and and everyone (including non-students) has one. Facebook vocabulary has seeped into my lexicon, and it's kind of weird... saying "Oh, I'll Facebook you," or "Has he friended her yet?" Have you thought of that? It's weird. Well... I think it is sometimes.
Funny stuff.
Oh, internets.
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| Huh, a dream that I actually remembered. |
[10 Oct 2008|10:50am] |
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When I woke up from my dream last night/this morning I had to make sure my wrist wasn't bleeding. Literally.
Anyway, I'm still struggling to remember the beginning of the dream, but the first part I remembered was tagging a long with a guy friend we knew (I can't remember who it was... but it was somebody I was actually friends with) as we recruited a bunch of random people at the mall for a movie. I kept reminding him that Jessica probably wouldn't like how un-picky he was, and I hinted that I disapproved as well. He ignored me and continued. Some of the people I remembered him recruiting was some high school aged white girl with frizzy, dyed blonde hair and goth, all black clothing who worked at this podium in front of a hair salon... and this gay couple in green polo shirts who were sitting at this airport terminal looking chairs on the basement floor of the mall (O_o). There was
Yeah.
Anyway, the scene suddenly transitioned to a whole group of us sitting in a dark, old-fashioned classroom. Like, the kind where you have a worn-out chalkboard in the front, cold, dark floor beneath your feet, and sunlight peeking through closed, equally depressing blinds. Our desks were the kinds of ones you see in science classrooms... the long black ones that connect to each other.
I looked around a little bit, and saw some of the people from the mall there, other people I knew, and some little girl and her mom. Jessica and Hannah were sitting next to me.
All of a sudden, some fat, crazy professor-looking guy and some assistant(s) came out and walked to the front of the room. He started assigning movie parts for us (so, that part at the beginning had nothing to do with this one except for the people XD). Bo volunteered to play some... part, I don't know, but the professor made him drink some crap, and we all figured out it was a mixture of cyanide and something else. Surprisingly, no one reacted to his death. Yes, he died in my dream. T_T
The professor lectured us about going all out for movies or whatever. The more he droned on, the more I zoned out. So, I was very surprised that after a while, everyone started picking up the knives sitting on their desks (?!) and began cutting their wrists with them. I turned to Jessica and asked her what was going on, and she just replied that because of the parts the professor decided for us, we had to slit our wrists or die, as in, be killed by his assistants. It was a sign of our devotion to the project. I picked up my knife, but was really hesitant about doing it. Jessica and Hannah slit their wrists with no problem, like all the other people in the room. I was the only one who didn't want to do it. Jessica and Hannah were urging me to hurry up because time was almost up, but I was like, nooo, I don't know. I can't.
Jessica was like, No! Then you'll be killed instead!
I grew scared and panicky.
The professor came up and was like, WTF is the meaning of this?!
This propelled me to slit my wrist. I cut it way too deep, though. I was bleeding everywhere. I held the wound with these napkins that appeared out of nowhere, while the professor shrugged and continued with his lecture or whatever. Jessica and Hannah were relieved that I wasn't going to be killed.
... That was all of what I remembered.
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