Valentine's Day

What I happened to be wearing today:

Always a celibate narcissist concept on Valentine's Day (l♥ME).

Last Valentine's Day was much more interesting...

a busy scheudle

Sorry I haven't updated much, mein ßcheüdle ist busy:

Andrew Nguyen: why is uci so slow with their scheudle
Me: what do you mean
Andrew Nguyen: for summer classes...
Andrew Nguyen: u know the scheudle of classes for summer?
Andrew Nguyen: like what classes they offer every quarter ???
Me: why can't you spell
Me: schedule
Me: yours sounds like a german word
Me: ßcheüdle

This is a filler post as per Andrew's request.

Here is a list I scrapped:

List of words that sound cute but have off-putting definitions
Autopsies!!
Rubble :]
Chitlins ^____~
Herpes ;]
Testes C:

Here are two random things:
Today I asked a guy for his number. I was eating an ice cream sandwich at the time, and by eating I mean chewing half of the frozen brick in my mouth with each bite. I'm sure I had chocolate caked all over my teeth, and my voice cracked while I said it.
"cAn I have -- erm, ahem. Can I have your number?"
He was not impressed, and as we left he told me: "I hope you don't ask girls for their numbers like that."
I played it off like o youza guy, uoncare. w/ez.

I also had a dream in which a frat bro douchebag gave me a hard time and wet my bedsheets right in front of me. I punched him in the face to get him to stop -- but as soon as I realized what I had done I immediately apologized: "Omigod sorry for punching you in the face *flinch*" because I'm a pussy even in my dreams. He exited my room in broific guffaws to the hallway to meet with two mediocre looking asian sorority girls. They too, giggled, their laughter reverberating out from their vacuous skulls.

I decided to stand up for myself for once! So I grabbed my soiled sheet, walked triumphantly to the hallway and, like a rag soaked in ether, smothered those girl's faces, smearing their slutty makeup, drowning out their annoying laughter. I looked at the frat bro and assumed the appropriate Rocco-mock tone and exclaimed something to the effect of:

"I TARGET UNDESERVING RESPECTABLE PEOPLE AND CUT THEM DOWN AT THEIR EXPENSE IN SOME FALSE EFFORT TO BRING MEANING AND MERIT TO MY LIFE, AFFIRMED BY THE LAUGHTER AND APPROVAL OF THESE MEDIOCRE ASIAN WOMEN THAT WOULD SETTLE FOR A MEDIOCRE WHITE MORON SUCH AS MYSELF, WHOM I WOULD SETTLE FOR BECAUSE I KNOW NO BETTER ABOUT ATTRACTIVE ASIAN WOMEN SO INSTEAD I TRUDGE ON DAY TO DAY WADING THROUGH ORIENTAL MEDIOCRITY, HOPING DESPERATELY TO SCORE SOME PUSSY TO BRAG ABOUT TO MY BROS."

Random.

Here are two YouTube videos:

Monochrome Dressed Korean Girls in HD (after surgery)

it's funny because i wear tight pants and i like to think i can rap

If there is a demand I will try to synthesize a "25 Fun Facts" thing for my next blog, but who would want to read a boring old list anyway?!

i can write occult porn novels

Here is an excerpt of what I have to write for my writing class regarding Hellsing Vol. 1 and Hellsing Ultimate OVA:

Alucard's firearm for reference

"I too, noticed the questionably phallic nature of the weapons in Hellsing, an observation made solely as a result of being an observant, critical reader (and for that reason alone.). Even the front cover and the very first page of the manga contain flagrantly phallic imagery of Alucard and his gun. Alucard’s gun is his preferred method of killing, the source of his lethal power. In the anime, the gun is visually glorified to the point of a fetish. When Alucard opens fire on the ghouls, the illustration of the gun is upgraded to a CG rendering. The camera slows down and pans down its long barrel, showing its methodical, powerful… thrusting, for a lack of a better term, as it recoils from each shot. After Alucard unloads an unrealistic amount of rounds for a handgun clip, the camera cuts to the hot, empty shells spilling onto the floor (a piece of imagery that I will assume is understood without further needed explanation). His gun’s ability to kill what nothing else can, to dispense a seemingly unlimited amount of ammunition, and to intimidate foes and amaze comrades further demonstrates Hirano’s overwhelming fetish for guns. I understand Min’s hypothesis that these guns as sex organs play a role in a metaphor for death and violence as sex, but I think this glorification of weapons serves another purpose as well. For me, personally, I see the characters with better guns and more firepower to be more powerful and masculine. This imagery is a tool to make the target audience (young males) admire the protagonist and his sidekick subconsciously."

DMZ

Yesterday's news, aka,

NOOOOO KOREAN GIRLSSSS!!!

SEOUL (Reuters) - North Korea's army said on Saturday it would assume an "all-out confrontational posture" against the South and wipe out the conservative government in Seoul for refusing to cooperate with them.

Source (Reuters UK)

Don't worry, KoreanDJ will edgeguard the DMZ

School has started and my workload is still pretty difficult despite my more convenient schedule. I'd rather not talk about it, it's quite boring.

Yesterday I watched one of my favorite movies on Lifetime, Sister Act II: Back in the Habit (1993), featuring the lovely Lauryn Hill.

She was my first celebrity crush. Who was yours? (Comment!)

While looking through my old YouTube favorites, I came upon this video (literally):

Girl in the back left, aka the non-attention whore, plz

On a side note, Boxcuttuhz and Quest in the finals of ABDC, please. Lydia Paek of Boxcuttuhz is originally from Quest anyway.
And if you haven't watched enough videos, be sure to watch the video under peasantvision: it's an eerily accurate summary of every typical breakup.. haha.

blacklist

here's a filler blog post to keep up with everyone else's updates today (confessional, alter ego, obnoxiously happy girl), inspired by ee-soh-hee's list shenanigans and most of my winter break spent driving doing good deeds, listening to top 40 radio

Things Black Musicians Instruct Me to Do:
1. Keep my love locked down
2. Supaman dat ho
3. Put a ring on it (only under the condition that I enjoyed the aforementioned "it")
4. Throw some D's
5. Live my life, steadily in the pursuit of paper
6. Grind on his dick, make it get a lil' bigger
7. Give him the Green Light
8. Tell him when to go

Life Lessons Learned through White Pop Artists' Music:
1. Dancing will negate any ramifications of irresponsibility, according to Lady GaGa, (Tagalog for dumbass) in her song "Just Dance"

2. Humans cannot tolerate extreme temperatures, as demonstrated by the Jonas Brothers' "Burning Up"

3. Teenage girls should not write love songs, or else they will end up sounding like Taylor Swift's "Love Story".

4. Make sure your girlfriend is straight, because apparently some of them enjoy kissing other women, as experienced first hand by Katy Perry in "I Kissed a Girl".

2008: A Year in Review

2008, a pivotal year in my life, comes to a close tonight. Reflecting upon this epoch of hellos and goodbyes, successes and failures, and love and heartbreak, I've realized that my most life-changing experiences did not occur at the beginning, nor end of the year, but rather, somewhere in between.

My last days in high school were truly some of the happiest times in my life. I tried desperately to preserve this ecstasy and enjoy it throughout summer, even after graduation. After all, graduation, in a general sense, is just the transition from one level to the next, right? I tried to make the most of it, but the longest summer I've ever had in my life passed far too quickly. No matter how hard I tried, some things couldn't graduate with me -- they didn't fit into the next level. I realize now that some things are better left where they are. Sometimes the best things aren't meant to last -- like a firework that burns bright for a few awe-inspiring breaths as opposed to the dull flicker of a withering candle.

That pivotal time in my life brought with it one of the most challenging frustrations I've had -- uncertainty. Where do I go, where did I come from, where is home, who am I, who are they? I felt stranded between the past and the future. Stuck in the present, equidistantly fixed between a place I no longer recognize and a place that does not recognize me.

Ultimately, I had no choice but to move on. Do not let my glib use of the term "move on" suggest that it was an easy task for me. In this second chapter of 2008, I dealt with some things way beyond my maturity level. Aside from maintaining my honors program requirements, finding friends at school, and rediscovering my friends at home, I had so much in front of me. I admit, it's all very.. perhaps scary is not even the right word. Overwhelming, maybe? It's overwhelming to think of all the possibilities, the opportunities, and adventures in store for me. If anything, I really tried my best to tackle the future and try new things. I've done some traveling, tried some social things outside of my comfort zone, and picked up new hobbies. How has this changed me?

The following is an excerpt, an albeit an embarrassing one, from my xanga. Unfortunately I don't have a blog entry documenting 2007, but this is better than nothing:

06: A Succinct Reflection
pressure
crushes
heartbeats
heartbreaks
no sleep
big dreams
depression
dark days dealt with dance.
hood up
head down
smile
style
and many miles
left to walk.

To be honest, not much has changed as far as the things presented there. The vital change is in the way I approach and handle these things. Replace "Hood up" and "head down" with "chin up".

Lastly, I thought I would keep with the tradition of some phrases to recap the year, but with a little twist. A friend of mine told me she loves lists. I hope some of these will trigger memories, because believe it or not, I'm not that much of a loner. Some of these might even pertain to you!

Firsts (or in a long long time):
Taco al pastor
Smash tournament
Cookie baked
L'uau
Cry
House party
Time superspotted
Date
F
Time away from home

Lasts:
Time in the SACs
Use of The Metaphor
"Stocks" App on iPhone used
Time on superfuture 3.0 (RIP)
Clase en español
F

New Years Resolutions:
1. Stop setting self up for failure
2. End this list abruptly to ensure #1.

See you next year.

hella hyphy ho ho ho humbug

Here's a hella huge holiday update.

Unfortunately I missed Holidays Around the World (I'm sure MABAND was great) and the CAMS Alumcheon (I'm sure nobody would've remembered me anyway) because I was on a road trip with a bunch of nerds going to San Francisco for a Smash Bros. Brawl Tournament, the West Coast Smash League. The car ride was long and obnoxious, and the tournament was pretty whack too. I didn't even make it out of pools because I had DSF, arguably the best Metaknight in the West Coast for some time, and someone else who had plenty of Samus practice with one of the nation's best Samuses. Whatever.

I'm really glad that I didn't stay in SF and play Brawl all weekend. I got there Friday at around 1 and was picked up by a friend I hadn't seen since my last Norcal tourney in 2003. That weekend I was an honorary member of the Atienza family, along with Adelbert (aka Adel) and his kuyas Norbert and Robert. I guess I got to be Nardbert.

My three kuyas took me out to "the city" as they call it. We walked to Union Square and through the Metreon and stuff. Here are some pics of the city, courtesy of Kuya Robert:

The thing we parked in front of.





Avatar Bernard: the Gender Bender. This was the first legitimate time I had a non-nerdy use for my flashlight!

Then we bounced to J-town for some food. I got katsu curry from Tanpopo and some awesome banana, nutella, whip cream, vanilla ice cream crepe afterwards:




Oh, and on the way out of the J-town parking structure, I saw this picture:

Looks legit, right?



C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!!

This was all on Friday night. Saturday came, and Adel and I went to the tournament at SFSU. It was lame, w/e. Then we got Thai BBQ and went back to his house and chilled. When I woke up, Adel dragged me to my first house party, let alone a NorCal one. There were hella short pinays drinking stuff. I recall there was a girl who always had an alcoholic beverage in her hand, walked a little tipsy on purpose so that boys would take advantage of her. She succeeded in that regard. I managed to maintain my moral fiber and did not drink or smoke or whatever.

The next morning, I went with the Atienzas to church. The girl in front of me was really cute, she was wearing a black peacoat, grey skinny jeans, and black boots. She was hella into the mass, reading from her bible, singing along and everything. After mass, I went with the Atienzas to a Filipino Christmas party. That was pretty weird. Then I hit up Self Edge, and unfortunately nobody I knew was there. Clay was there, and he was wearing the same thing as me -- SExFH05BKs and Clarks Desert Boots. He seemed kinda annoyed with me when I asked to see a pair of jeans that didn't exist yet...





Later that night, I packed up and hit up Serramonte, a mall in Daly City. I basically managed to amble through a poorly lit, strangely odored Hollister store. We'll skip the ride back home because it was awfully grimy.

CHRISTMAS ZOMG

Here's what I got for Christmas. It's basically a mix of lame basics/jawnz, HSM3 merch, and arab money:

3D Madness


Necklace pens to write pretend love letters to Tro--er, Gabriella on...


These memo sheets...


Stripper Status Gabriella. On some Nintendo Sixty-FOUUUUUURRRRR tip.


Stickers to tag up my dorm, poster for my dorm room...


For people to leave nasty remarks about me on my dorm door...


New wallet, will see wear with my new jeans next year :]


Gettin' Arab Money

And here are clothes from Ever. I apologize for my belly, I've seemed to have gained weight from almond rocas and cheese rolls, lol:


White zip up


Grey cardi


OD Green buttonup


Khaki and grey jacket, nice collar detail and pockets


Same as first jacket but in grey


Glorified Homelesswear by Gap in dark grey.

Dark grey, or "light black", as a special friend of mine who I hadn't talked to for a long time decided to call it. :} Clothes and money and HSM are great and all, but renewing a friendship is really more than what I could ask for.

Merry Christmas, everyone.