Oh shutup.

So guys. Lots of stuff’s happened guys.

At UCSC! I’ve established what could be called a core group of friends. They are Liz, Ron, Saku, and Oniko. As you can see, they’re all on deviantART. We hang out like always to the max in Liz and Saku’s room and play Dreamcast and Ron plays Soul Calibur and I play NESten and we all draw a whole lot. Really good times.

Back in my hall, I’m planning on moving next door. My new roommate will be Alex, who’s a big Star Trek fan, but it’s 100% better than rooming with Anthony The Brick, and Alex is a nice guy. It’ll be so much more tolerable.

For school, I’m making an animation which focuses on art, identity, etc. – it’s the objective of the assignment – but then again, it’s open-ended. It’ll be light-hearted and funny. And it’s got voice acting, too. It’ll feel a lot like CAR50, and you might even like it better, who knows.

Comp Sci and Calculus are going well, too. Work isn’t too much or too hard. The finals should be challenging yet not deadly.

So guys. Thanksgiving.

I arrived in Fremont along with Saku, Oniko, and Ron, and my dad picked me up from there. First night was spent DDRing with Bryan, and with Conrad, who’s all the button-mashing king of Soul Calibur 2. We then stopped off at James’s house, where he uh, wasn’t there, because he was dropping Allison off at home. And so we took some popcorn that his mom served us and stuffed it in an empty cream soda bottle and placed it on his bed as a present. Yeah, don’t ask.

Next day, I woke up Bryan, James, and Levi, and my sister, and we all headed to Rohnert Park for some Scandia! But me being smart, and the day being thanksgiving, Scandia was closed. But not to worry, there was a Q-Zar nearby – and it was closed too. So was the mall. Finally, it was back to Starbase, which was open, and then to some Jack in the Box. Which Lily and I shouldn’t have had, since right after that we headed back home to get ready for the Thanksgiving dinner.

We ate at Giorgio’s, a restaurant in Greenbrae. A good 5-course meal. Yeeup, good stuff.

Came back to enjoy my dad’s new digital cable, with HBO showing Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, and then Batman Forever. Tiring.

NEXT DAYYY. Headed to the mall, where I met up with the remaining TL crew – Brian, Terry, Sonia, etc., and we done gone did some DDRs. Andy and James were there, too. We found that a kid’s meal at Sbarro consists of a pizza slice, a drink, and a toy, but it costs less than the price of a pizza slice and a drink, for some reason. So… score.

Headed to temple with my mom, where I met up with Hannah! There’s a new rabbi at Rodef Sholom who’s young and down wit de kidz. This specific service was supposed to be for returning college students, so he invited us back to his office after the service (Hannah too), where we shared Hillel stories and had chips ‘n’ dip. BTW, I’m not in the Hillel at my college, but yeah, I could still say that not as many people know about Judaism at UCSC as I thought. Maybe YOU don’t even know I’m Jewish. Hmph!

After that, it was back to Starbase, where I saw 80’s, Jeff and Rob, and then Andy drove me (shock!) to RTA, along with another car full of peeps who I’ve mentioned. I didn’t see anyone there, but I got in a lot of BM3 and completed the (glitched) Naoki Premium course, where every song except the last one is on Standard difficulty. I’ll explain.

If you want to play an Oni course on an easier difficulty, try selecting it while you’re switching to it. That is, RIGHT when you select the course, the list of songs on the left switches – when it’s in the middle of switching, try selecting it, and you will most likely get the course with the difficulties thrown off. Sometimes, though, it might make things harder, so beware.

Yup. Andy took us to In ‘N’ Out on the way home, where… ah, dammit, I don’t even care to say it. Ask someone else about my new world-famous quote. Goddamn.

And today I went on a hike in Muir Woods with my mom and the Sierra Club. Very fun stuff, great surroundings, and quite strenuous. I liked it. Then we went for some Asian food and I ate a ball of wasabi… again. Don’t do it. You might be able to have your tongue dodge it, but your stomach will hate you.

And now Sophie’s returning home in an hour or two, so something’ll probably happen tonight as well. Awesomes.

So yeah, the vacation’s going good. Now it’s time to write some… college… stuff. Guys.

I had to remove kittypix from my friends list simply because there was too much cuteness… and I had to go back about 60 entries to catch up with the friends page every day :(


I’m home. Call me up. I’m free to do awesome stuff basically the whole weekend. 415-456-2946
My site’s back, mostly, except for the SQL backend, so I can’t post this there.

I’ve been doing a lot off awesome stuff since the last time I blogged. I should go, though, since my stepbrother’s in the room, sleeping, and this keyboard’s freakin’ loud.

Oh shit son.

I composed my first song in quite some time. It’s a real quickie and it sounds sorta cheesy, but I was feeling musical all of a sudden and I felt like getting something out. I focused on the drum beat in this one, mainly… it varies a lot.

Mood Swings – named due to the abrupt tempo changes…


Notice: My original journal entry got deleted as I was just about to press “submit.” TWICE. Anyway!

Lots of happenings have been… happening.

First off, I’m not sure if I’m ever going to post the second part of my “history” blog. I have it mostly written, but I’m too bored to finish it.

I’m playing a whole freaking lot of bemaniaDX (and MixWaver][ when it falls short), hence, I am much better at beatmania now. I’ve been downloading a bunch of songs from the IRC server popn.cjb.net and my collection even spans to keysounded Final Fantasy OST BMSs, and even an Um Jammer Lammy one. Very funs.

I’m coming home on Thanksgiving weekend. We have to do something fun. Seriously, you guys.

For my core class, I’m making a comic about my grandma’s experience in the late 1930’s in Vienna. She’s a holocaust survivor. I’ll be posting it up on deviantART when I’m done with it. Just need to color it today…

In other art news, I’m going to start off on a new comic, OTAKUBOY, based on a true story. I’ll probably be a collaborative work with a few of my friends around the campus, and I’m sure there will be no structured update schedule. You can check out a quick sketch I did here.

Yes, I’ve been doing even more hangings-out with people in the women’s hall. No need to “worry” about me, though… I mean, a few other guys hang out there as well, it’s all good. We had quite the weekend.

On Friday, we went downtown and treated ourselves to some sushi at Benten. After eating dining hall food for two months, sushi is really, really good. Afterwards, we returned to the dorms to watch the Matrix: Reloaded. A lot more of it makes sense after having seen Revolutions. Oh, did I mention I went to see that on its opening day? I liked it.

The next day, the lot of us took a trip to the Capitola Mall, which is a whole lot like the Northgate Mall in Marin, since they’re both owned by the Macerich company. I even held my breath and stepped into Hot Topic. It’s scary in there. I also stopped off in GameStop and tried out an N-Gage. So freaking impractical. But it got me to thinking about what I want for Christmas. Yes, I finally have things I want. THE LIST SO FAR IS AS FOLLOWS!!!

A second monitor
A second hard drive
A IIDX controller
A pony
…uh, Max Payne 2, I guess
And FFXI is probably already coming, but money for the subscription is cool
A pony

After we returned from the mall, we experienced a series of power outages. Running around with flashlights was fun. We then had some late-night dining across campus, and hung out with a few people at Crown and Merrill colleges. And then we walked all the way back to Porter in thick fog. It was really nice.

Ah. Good weekend. And listening to Hirofumi Sasaki’s Tamayura over and over makes me feel even better.

Message for the following…


…and really anyone else who isn’t completely “on target” on the LJ ClusterMap

If you clicked on the small world map, then you should probably re-enter your coordinates, so as to not appear under water, or even worse, in the central valley. The easiest way to do this is by:
1) putting ljmaps_<your username> in your interests
2) visiting Setting Your Location
3) clicking “North America”
4) typing in your zip code
5) confirming the pinpoint

Of course I’m anal, as always, but it’s for your own good.

Feel free to take that previous line out of context.



I was watching Bend it Like Beckham with a few friends down in the men’s hall, when I came across a Los Gatos High School yearbook. In it, I found the yearbook picture of my roommate, Anthony.

The owner of the yearbook, and his friend visiting from UC Davis, informed me that Anthony was a weird kid because he never talked. Certainly sounds like my roommate.

I’ll tell you. I get along pretty well with the other people in my hall. They party, they get drunk and stoned and stupid, but they’re tolerable. I don’t have to hang around them. But every night, who’s sleeping across from me? Anthony.

Yeah, I think I will get started on this guy. For one thing, he has no social contact with me whatsoever. When he walks into the room and I say hello, there’s nothing in return. I offer him my snacks and drinks and he rejects them.

He’s always out, every night, until at least 2 AM at some party, and the only reason I can see is because he has no personality of his own, so he must be in the company of others to truly exist.

But his hygenic and cleanliness habits are what really make him out as a total robot. We have the cleanest room that I’ve seen in the whole building. I usually clean up after myself – I’ve got clothes on the floor often and I don’t see the reason to make my bed, but I do something when it gets out of hand.

But Anthony – his side of the room is SPOTLESS. There are never any clothes anywhere. His desk consists of his computer monitor, mouse, keyboard, a lamp, a cup with a pen and pencil in it, and NOTHING ELSE.

The contents of his drawers are geometrically perfect.

He arranged the contents of our refrigerator ALPHABETICALLY.

He marks off every single day on his calendar. Where it might be October 29 or 30 in other rooms, it is November 2 in our room. Well, at least it would be, if what happened tonight didn’t happen.

Anthony’s must-go-to-every-party tendencies must have gotten the best of him. I’ve seen him stumble into the room, bump into things, and pass out, but after Bend it like Beckham and then some Harry Potter in the women’s hall, I returned to my room to find Anthony passed out on the floor.

What I originally thought would be cute to show to his friends down the hall turned into a barf-fest when they tried to wake him up.

So I ended up having to hold him up by his shirt to keep him from drowning in his vomit, as his friends went for towels and baby wipes.

Remember the asshole guy I talked about a few entries back? The one who bragged about his adventures in druggyland? Well I’m pretty sure he saved Anthony’s life tonight.

He got Anthony up, propped up against a trash can, got all the rest of the vomit out of his system, fed him water, got circulation back, took off his vomit-soaked clothes, and got him into bed. I’d definitely call the guy the perfect “American Hero.” It’s what any true man would do.

Although Anthony does owe him $50 for throwing up on his good pants.

Anyway, I could have left while Mr. Hero Man recovered Anthony, but I felt as if I should subject myself to it.

I don’t like to drink, I don’t want to drink, and I sure as hell don’t want to end up like Anthony. And god damn, does it smell in here. I don’t know how we’re getting the vomit out of the carpet.

Although since Anthony was in here with a vacuum earlier today because of some food that his friends were eating beforehand, I’m sure he’ll find a way to deal with it.

In other news, I want to move out of this goddamned hall and find some smarter individuals with whom I can coexist.