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Account Info
Name: Roxanne Camanyag
Member Since: September 5, 2004
Last Update: April 10, 2006
Basic Info
School: UCLA '08
Status: Undergrad
Sex: Female
Concentration: Design/Media Arts
Nuclear Engineering
Residence: Rieber 753
Birthday: 10/08/86
Home Town: San Diego, CA
High School: Bonita Vista Senior High '04
Contact Info
School Email: camanyag@ucla.edu
Personal Info
Interested In: Men
Relationship Status: Single
Interests: super smash bros.
Favorite Music: red hot chili peppers,
the eagles,
muse, nirvana,
jack johnson, postal service,
bob marley, johann sebastian bach,
50 cent, queen,
the beatles, nickel creek, mikey g & dan from danville,
aviatic, funky fresh beats and kill bill soundtrack
Favorite Movies: kill bill 1 & 2, battle royale
Favorite Quote: Ho fame.
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B. Sampling/Collage: 5 K competition.
Create one HTML page showing
your creative response to the following word:
DEEP.
You may use images/
photography, text, or a hybrid.
All images used must
have a file size smaller than 5 Kilobytes,
and the total size of all material used
on the page must be less than 25 KB.
Use Photoshop/ImageReady to save your
images as .JPEG or .GIF
files using the appropriate
compression/color depth.
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i thought it would be
different this time around
but oh, i'm such a fool for thinking things would change
for thinking things would be another way
so i hide in my closet listening to inaudible melodies
hoping it would cure whatever's plaguing the 10 feet radius of me
and i contemplate whether i should call a friend who
i'd hope be more than a friend
but i don't because i'm too scared to bother him.
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shame on me, right? you're always right, and i'm never
never never
so i return to my bed. its 1am.
he's playing poker, you're taking my time away from me
you should be the one going to sleep
sleep as i wake from this ghostly state,
as i pull myself from this horrible grave, i thought i dug myself a hole,
but it was you all along
well keep digging, i'm not going in.
i can live my life away in my dreams. |
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Puppet go;
void setup() {
size(600,600);
framerate(15);
go = new Puppet(10,470,350,310);
// AHHHHHHHHHH FIXXX MEEEE..
PSound soundA;
soundA = loadSound("puppet.wav");
soundA.loop();}
void draw() {
background(45,175,232);
go.life();
go.radio();
go.balloon();
go.castle();
go.display();
go.godzillaATTACK();
if (go.jumpDangIt == true){
if (go.y < 470 && go.x != 520){
go.y=go.y+50;
}}} void keyPressed(){
if (keyPressed == true){
if (key == CODED) {
if(keyCode == RIGHT) {
go.move(10,0,0,0);
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i'm tired of living this life where i have to rethink my thoughts
restep my actions reensure that i'm not a lost cause
i thought i knew you
but you just didn't care
i thought i loved you
but you just disappeared
meaningless song
no depth no sincerity
no talk of war or talk of peace
just endless dronings of love and disparity
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i thought i could examine the world and understand life's meanings
i thought i could interpret human emotion and human feelings
your proclamation of comedic laughter and unyielding banter
yes, you, with your sly demeanor, you draw us in like flies to a lighted meter
your touch caresses a million and i am one in a crowd of many faces
that has to fall into that trap you grace us with |
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there's dissension among the troops.
can't you see that's the reason why
everyone's giving you such dirty looks?
i guess you mistook the realization that
there's more than what's in life's handbook.
that there's more than your own desires and needs
you know number one is not
so much greater than two or three
it's not.
it all just leads up to forgotten promises and greed
you just need to stop a second
take a look around and breathe
life is too precious to solely take and receive
this isn't about you anymore
it's about everything we believe. |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?—To die,—to sleep,—
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die,—to sleep;—
To sleep: perchance to dream:—ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,
The pangs of despis’d love, the law’s delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,—
The undiscover’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,—puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. |
the first of june and the skies are gray
i walk down bruin hoping for a change in my day |
jealousy rages over me,
thoughts of unyielding animosity, consciously, feeling through what i see
but nothing cures, oh nothing cures this atrocity, thoughts of we, thoughts of never complete
thoughts of careless never to be's. as it weakens my knees. please
forgive my own actions my thoughts and my words,
my minds plays tricks,
nouns turn into verbs, and i cant comprehend the shakes in my nerves
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| Here a question arises: whether it is better to be loved than feared, or the reverse. The answer is, of course, that it would be best to be both loved and feared. But since the two rarely come together, anyone compelled to choose will find greater security in being feared than in being loved. . . . Love endures by a bond which men, being scoundrels, may break whenever it serves their advantage to do so; but fear is supported by the dread of pain, which is ever present. |
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Oh yeah, I’ll tell you something,
I think you’ll understand.
When I’ll say that something
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.
Oh please, say to me
You’ll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You’ll let me hold your hand.
Now let me hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.
And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It’s such a feeling that my love
I can’t hide, I can’t hide, I can’t hide.
Yeah, you’ve got that something,
I think you’ll understand.
When I’ll say that something
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.
And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It’s such a feeling that my love
I can’t hide, I can’t hide, I can’t hide.
Yeh, you’ve got that something,
I think you’ll understand.
When I’ll feel that something
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.
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still i cry and sit alone in my room
i can't stop staring at the walls
see your face and it makes me nauseous
knowing that your heart is somewhere else
it sickens me, disgusts my every being
as i slowly fade away |
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i write my own rhymes from the thoughts in my head
soul rhythm that flows and beats in my chest
i'm aroused by the independents, the soulful, the rest
by the musicians that inspire long after their dead
and much props to the music from the neighboring walls
raw talent from those who came and they saw
the world with open eyes, with natural feel for the music they draw
like paint to a canvas, jazz and blues breaking trendy musical laws
don't stop player, formulating ingenious thoughts
your music ain't like the blaring commotion 'round some of these parts
which blast from speakers at the push of the start
but yours is one full of grace, real emotion touching real hearts
don't stop player, you're a revolutionary act
don't stop because its this kind of music society lacks
the kind that soothes from a golden brass sax
accompanied by piano in the form of free jazz
and we should all stop to admire the musical sounds
of artists like billie holiday and coltrane who began breaking new ground
with miles davis and ella fitzgerald who could effortlessly astound
we should take from them and be rhythmically free from musical bound
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I smile at old people because I respect their ability to deal with life for such a long time. That - and if I don't, I might make them angry and give them a heart attack.
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But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. . . .
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night. |
December 3rd, 2005: Yesterday was one of the most
shittiest days I've ever had. I'm frustrated, disappointed,
and incredibly lonely, and it's the best season
of the year. I've neglected my studies and myself
so I'm still behind. I spent 7 hours at Kinross
working on my final project that I don't even
have my heart into. I picked up the guitar
to diminish my sorrow only to find that my lack
of practice only made me more disheartened.
Sometimes I really do just want to quit - guitar, school,
life, everything. Everything is just not going my way
right now and I have no one to blame but myself.
And its getting harder and harder to mask my
faltering and vulnerable composure.
but i guess its just one of those things I gotta deal with.
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i'm tired of living this life where i have to rethink my thoughts
restep my actions reensure that i'm not a lost cause |
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why is it in a country so rich
we still have people covered in filth and distress?
why- does the poor keep on get poorer
when corporate wealth is the one creating this mess?
why, is it possible that 1% of our nation
is controlling our lives, controlling every god damn situation?
when we all have the right to free speech,
we can't get up our lazy asses to vote on governmental seats
huh? if you're angry about the world, do something
if you want to initiate change, stand up and say something
take every possible way to get involved, son
this is your world, your future, don't you damn dare run.
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April 7, 2006: It's incredible how happy some people can make you feel just by being in their presensce.
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we are the dreamers
we are the movers and shakers
no shame, no hate, just media makers
renegades, revolutionaries of the future
eliminate conformity, break down the barriers
we are the real, the abstract, deep shit down to the core
delivering aesthetics from our hearts to yours
hold tight because we're coming to your doors
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