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  <title>Welcome to Good Burger, Home of the Good Burger</title>
  <subtitle>May I take your order?</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-11-26T06:41:05Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ftiki88:34816</id>
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    <title>Nineteen?</title>
    <published>2007-11-26T06:41:05Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-26T06:41:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Blood Brothers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, uh, 19 now... *woots?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Dialogue?"&gt;Q: Feel any different?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You going to use any of those privileges you got when you turned 18? Which I might add, you still haven't used...&lt;br /&gt;A: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: So, how are things?&lt;br /&gt; A: Could be better, could be worst.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Q: Got any plans?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not originally. Just got back from some crazy midnight bowling. They want to take me out to eat later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Get any presents/cards?&lt;br /&gt;A: I bought a Stratocaster for myself. Oh, and I got some Pocky. Probably buy a P.O.D. mini and some bowling shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You feel stupid for asking yourself questions?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah, pretty much. You finished yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: No, I'm not satisfied by the length of this post yet... So, uh, you like... uh, Pocky?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why aren't you asleep yet, man?&lt;br /&gt;A: I can't sleep for some reason... You asking me questions isn't helping either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You telling me to shut up?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You want a piece of me!?!&lt;br /&gt;A: I am you... you &lt;i&gt;stupid&lt;/i&gt; or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: You can't ask me questions! You're reversing the order! FREAKIN' reversing it!!&lt;br /&gt;A: So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Q: Dude, you're completely messing this up.&lt;br /&gt; A: AND?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Q: You know what?! Just, just go to sleep!&lt;br /&gt; A: YOU'RE the one keeping me awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: *mumbles curses under breath*&lt;br /&gt;A: *plots evil torture*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Q: ...&lt;br /&gt; A: ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Q: ...&lt;br /&gt; A: ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Q: We cool?&lt;br /&gt; A: Yeah man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I think I got a little carried away... :P</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ftiki88:34637</id>
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    <title>Gobble Gobble</title>
    <published>2007-11-23T19:58:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-23T19:58:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hillsong/Delirious?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hope everyone had an awesome Thanksgiving! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Mine was great. I technically had the whole "Thanksgiving dinner" on Wednesday. You know, turkey and the works. It was &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;good food. Went to my dad's high school friend's house in Fredericksburg, VA. So I spent a couple days up there. Now I'm at my college pastor's house, had some bomb Korean food last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter break needs to come faster, but this break needs to slow down... ; )</content>
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    <title>Pneumonia...</title>
    <published>2007-10-09T17:12:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-09T17:12:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Overkill - Scrubs OST</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yeah, so all I really got to say is that pneumonia can really suck... I've had it for a little over a week and I'll have it at most another 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ftiki88:33732</id>
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    <title>Heritage Day?</title>
    <published>2007-10-01T02:33:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-01T02:33:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>SexyBack... WTF?</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, I'm not quite sure how this worked out, but it ended up being a heritage day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished up at church, we went to this Greek Festival. This was the biggest piece of Greek culture that I've personally seen. The food there was awesome, saw some pretty cool things, but unfortunately... I was broke. I couldn't buy anything but food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while after that, we went to Annandale, VA. There was this big Korean festival there. This was for &lt;span lang="ko" xml:lang="ko"&gt;추석 (Chusok = Korean Thanksgiving). It's also called &lt;/span&gt;한가위 (Hangawi), but lets stick to Chusok. Anyways, there was also a bunch of food here. It was more expensive than the Greek Festival, but I was in a much larger group of friends here. Oh, and there was this big talent show and a rising rock band from Korea. There were a bunch of producers there, so this was a big deal. So one of my friends, Young-keun Lee (not Kim), had a song he'd written and made it into the finals. (I was told that auditions were a few weeks ago). So he plays and he did awesome! At first the crowd was like "ehh..." but Young-keun was really into it. By the end, he had the crowd. Anyways, while he was playing, our group was yelling and screaming for him. This guy in a suit walks up to us and asks if we're 'with him.' Of course, we say 'yes' and he gives us a business card. Turns out this guy was one of the producers!! Freakin' Amazing~! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm incredibly tired at only 10:30PM, today was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's your random image of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Random Image of the Day!"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u163/ftiki88/456132068_90cb065a5b_o1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Nooo! My Bag!!</title>
    <published>2007-09-24T00:26:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-24T00:26:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Heart - Barracuda</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Things have been going pretty well here. Got my first tests coming up this week, along with the first part of my semester-long Stats project... Plus, I started working this last week. Campus security. Pretty sweet. Wrote 5 tickets the other day! &amp;gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Noooo!"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u163/ftiki88/stealing_my_bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u163/ftiki88/stealing_my_bag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u163/ftiki88/stealing_my_bag_reply.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Remembrance</title>
    <published>2007-09-11T14:56:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-11T14:56:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Six years ago, our world changed. Don't take life for granted. Don't do things you'll regret in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of those who were victims to the attack six years ago and those who died trying to save them. You nearly 3000 who died will not be forgotten. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.september11victims.com/september11victims/victims_list.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Heroes"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://windsofchange.net/images/EVENT_9-11_Firemans_Flag_lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ftiki88:32914</id>
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    <title>Ehh....</title>
    <published>2007-09-07T03:38:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-07T03:38:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Minus The Bear</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I'm taking Statistics 202. Pretty much review from what Beni taught in AP Stats. Anyways, the first homework assignment was Sec 1.1 and 1.2. A total of 77 problems.... 77 problems?!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did them. Every freakin' one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it took my about 8 and half hours. Yeah, long time, eh? (I feel Canadian now!) So it turns out that in the syllabus that I didn't receive on the first day since she ran out, it had the exact problem numbers... THERE WERE ONLY 14 PROBLEMS ASSIGNED!?!?! Great... just great... I turned in about 25 pages of work.&lt;br /&gt;So, it would have actually only taken me about 40 minutes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about wasted effort, man...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ftiki88:32678</id>
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    <title>OMG! It's a...</title>
    <published>2007-08-27T03:25:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-27T03:25:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Blood Brothers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="OMG! It's a..."&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i168.photobucket.com/albums/u163/ftiki88/1188150550380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ftiki88:32377</id>
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    <title>First thoughts?</title>
    <published>2007-08-19T02:32:37Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-19T02:32:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bleach Soundtrack</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I haven't logged on all summer basically... But, here I am. I'm in DC now, on campus at American University. I'm staying in Leonard Hall and roommate just recently walked through the door. His names Vladamir and he's from Moscow, Russia. Far away man...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I haven't really met many people yet. I still haven't adjusted, so last night I didn't fall asleep until it was late. As a result, I then woke up late... Went and got my ID card, then bought a couple books. Got some lunch/dinner and started reading the book. Eh, a pretty mundane day. I haven't seen much of the city, but the area around campus is really nice. I'll try and post more often... =P</content>
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    <title>The Future</title>
    <published>2007-06-06T23:18:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-06T23:25:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Blood Brothers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This isn't about my other posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been frustrated beyond belief?&lt;br /&gt;Pissed at how life treats you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been compared to people that are obviously better than you?&lt;br /&gt;Put onto a scale that you have no chance at. Placed into a place where you are pinned, chained down, unable to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel right now.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to think about the future, but I am. And to be honest, I'm beyond irritated. I think of how unprepared I truly am. How we never received the right guidance. How you fail to meet expectations. So I may be see the glass half-empty, so what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a freakin' student. Someone is supposed to teach me, right? Or that unsafe to assume...? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the point of goals anyways?&lt;br /&gt;They dug my hole... set my hopes too high&lt;br /&gt;...and here I am in it.&lt;br /&gt;Life is throwing in the concrete,&lt;br /&gt;and everyone is just sitting, watching. Laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever resolve I had left is freakin' crushed...</content>
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    <title>Progress</title>
    <published>2007-04-11T02:32:30Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-11T02:32:30Z</updated>
    <lj:music>All By Myself - Eric Carmen</lj:music>
    <content type="html">To be honest, I haven't seen this happy in quite a long time, or at least in the last several months. Progress has been made upon that which I posted last. Or, at least I believe it's progress. Today I asked her to prom. But before I did it, I was nervous. And boy do I mean nervous. But anyways, the way I asked her was pretty unique. Or nerdy, which ever you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;So in math class I was pretending to have problems with my calculator. I checked with Janss and then Geoff but they pretended they didn't know what was wrong. I then asked Sarah (that's her beautiful name by the way) if she knew what was wrong with it. On the screen of the calculator was "Will you go to prom with me?" Heh, I guess I am pretty nerdy... =)</content>
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    <title>Why a Drivers' License is Like a Report Card</title>
    <published>2007-03-09T03:37:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-09T03:37:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>BEAT CRUSADERS</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So... a mother is driving a little girl to her friend's house for a play date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mommy,” the little girl asks, “how old are you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age,” the mother replied. “It's not polite.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK”, the little girl says, “How much do you weigh?”&lt;br /&gt;“Now really,” the mother says, “those are personal questions and are really none of your business.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undaunted, the little girl asks, “Why did you and Daddy get a divorce?”&lt;br /&gt;“That is enough questions, young lady, honestly!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exasperated mother drives away as the two friends begin to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My Mom won't tell me anything about her,” the little girl says to her friend.&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” says the friend, “all you need to do is look at her drivers' license. It's like a report card - it has everything on it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night the little girl says to her mother, “I know how old you are - you are 32.”&lt;br /&gt;The mother is surprised and asks, "How did you find that out?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I also know that you weigh 140 pounds.”&lt;br /&gt;The mother is past surprised and shocked now. “How in heaven's name did you find that out?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And,” the little girl says triumphantly, “I know why you and daddy got a divorce.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really?” the mother asks. “Why?”&lt;br /&gt;“Because you got an F in sex.”</content>
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    <title>The Bar Exam...</title>
    <published>2007-03-04T21:41:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-04T21:41:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>One Piece OST</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So a nun, badly needing to use the restroom, walked into a local bar. The place was hopping with music &amp;amp; loud conversation, and every once in a while the lights would turn off. Each time the lights would go out, the place would erupt into cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when the revelers saw the nun, the room went dead silent. She walked up to the bartender, and asked, “May I please use the restroom?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender replied, “OK, but I should warn you that there is a statue of a naked man in there wearing only a fig leaf.”&lt;br /&gt;“Well, in that case I'll just look the other way,” said the nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the bartender showed the nun to the back of the restaurant, and she proceeded to the restroom. After a few minutes, she came back out, and the whole place stopped just long enough to give the nun a loud round of applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the bartender and said, “Sir, I don't understand. Why did they applaud for me just because I went to the restroom?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, now they know you're one of us,” said the bartender. “Would you like a drink?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, I still don't understand,” said the puzzled nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You see,” laughed the bartender, “every time the fig leaf on the statue is lifted up, the lights go out. Now, how about that drink?”</content>
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    <title>Heavenly Computer Contest</title>
    <published>2007-02-21T22:22:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-21T22:22:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>One Piece - We Are!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus and Satan have an argument as to who is the better computer programmer. This goes on for a few hours until they agree to hold a contest with God as the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They set themselves before their computers and begin. They type furiously, with lines of code streaming up the screen. Seconds before the end of the competition, a bolt of lightning strikes, taking out the electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, the power is restored, and God announces that the contest is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asks Satan to show what he had come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan is visibly upset, and cries, "I have nothing! I lost it all when the power went out."&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, then," says God, "let us see it Jesus fared any better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus enters a command, and the screen comes to life in vivid display, the voices of an angelic choir pour forth from the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan is astonished. and stutters, "But how? I lost everything, yet Jesus' program is intact! How did he do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God chuckles, "Jesus saves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's All for today folks. Have a nice day! =)</content>
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    <title>"Man Talk"</title>
    <published>2007-02-03T06:21:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-03T06:21:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Crystal Skulls</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So, in our quote, unquote "man talk" on the bus today I admitted my current likings, as in girls. Janss and Geoff then went into private discussion and I think they're planning something... Well, it feels both good and nerve-racking to have let it out, but still... We included a new person into "man talk," Chap. So far, participants of "man talk" have been myself, Janss, Geoff, Robert, Young, Bill (McDonald), Chap, Max (Kinda...). If this mentioning of the sacred ritual is forbidden, then this message will self-destruct in 35 seconds, or until Geoffrey posts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the new semester has started. I'm very pleased with all my classes except Web Page Adv. It's only tolerable because so many people are in that class. The teacher is the downside. She know virtually &lt;i&gt;nothing &lt;/i&gt;about computers. When I went in after school to have her sign a planned absent form, she asked me why her 'back button' on the internet browser wasn't showing up... It took me literally 3 seconds to find it... I really think the others and I know more about web page then she does. Oh well... If worst comes to worst, I'll just talk to my counselor and get early dismissal. 'Til next time. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The n00b in Journalism,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; George! =)</content>
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    <title>Second Semester Schedule</title>
    <published>2007-01-23T23:51:25Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-23T23:51:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>One Piece Japanese OST</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="499" height="282" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="1" border="0" align="left" summary=""&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;A0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Zero Hour Jazz Band&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rose, Don&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;A1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Symphonic Band&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rose, Don&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;A2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Graphic Design&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hall, Lindsay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;A3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;AP Calculus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sangston, Nadine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;A4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;AP Lit &amp;amp; Comp&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wing, Gretchen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;B0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Zero Hour Jazz Band&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Rose, Don&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;B1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Japanese 6-2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Erickson, Kathi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;B2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Journalism Adv&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hall, Lindsay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;B3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;AP Calculus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Sangston, Nadine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;B4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Web Page Design 3-1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Chandler, Ann&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;CC&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cardinal Connections&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Beha, Jeff&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Sonnet?!</title>
    <published>2006-12-30T20:25:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-30T20:25:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tank!</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, I told myself I wouldn't post homework on here anymore, but I need some &lt;i&gt;friendly &lt;/i&gt;criticism on this. Ms. Wing gave us the task of writing a sonnet, and well, I'm not sure if I did it correctly. It's a English/Shakespearean sonnet. So, here it is! Enjoy, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Trials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My voice it stops, it hesitates.&lt;br /&gt;My throat it burns, I cannot speak. &lt;br /&gt;My mind it strays, how is fate's&lt;br /&gt;Extent. I guess that I'm too weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes they blur, I must persist.&lt;br /&gt;My ears deceive. "Endure!"&lt;br /&gt;My Heart it screams, "Move through this mist!"&lt;br /&gt;His cries, they reassure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This confidence I have not felt.&lt;br /&gt;As I approach it reoccurs. &lt;br /&gt;Too late! The damage has been dealt.&lt;br /&gt;This overwhelming sense ensures,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you the world I'd buy.&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will never die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. If you guys have a better title, suggestions would be very much appreciated! =D</content>
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    <title>ftiki88 @ 2006-12-25T13:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-25T20:57:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-25T20:57:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Carol of the Bells</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;e&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;r&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;r&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;y&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#008080"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;h&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;i&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;r&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;t&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;m&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt;s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;!&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hmm... that took a little while to make. Well,I hope everyone's holidays have gone well. If you don't celebrate Chirstmas, then I appologize, but it only comes once a year. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;Its quiet here, which isn't what it normally is. But its OK, all is well.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Soup Kitchen</title>
    <published>2006-12-18T21:16:52Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-18T21:16:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>悲しみをやさしさに - little by little</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Boy am I tired. Just got back from 5 hours at the Homeless shelter volunteering in kitchen. I love working there though. Its such a rewarding feeling when you're all said and done. I don't mind that some people try and ignore you when you dish up the food, but I love how appreciative many of these people are. The place is packed every time our church shows up. The director says they homeless always ask when the 'Koreans' are coming back. We made bulgogi, fried rice, salad, kimchee, and some other dishes that were donated from local bakeries and stores. I really enjoy this experience. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;However, its sad when you see someone you used to associate yourself with in a homeless shelter. One of my dad's friends was there. I felt horrible, he must have seen me when I wasn't looking. So when you came to me (I was serving bananas then) he had his face completely covered and his hat down low, probably hoping I wouldn't recognize him. That was the low point of the whole thing. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that, I need to get going. Volunteering with Key Club very soon at the Tacoma Mall. I think its for the Salvation Army. &lt;br /&gt;'Til next time!</content>
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    <title>And so it begins again...</title>
    <published>2006-12-08T02:13:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-15T20:06:27Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chaba - Parade</lj:music>
    <content type="html">And so it begins again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Continue?..."&gt;Type your cut contents here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;i&gt;it &lt;/i&gt;is, I'm not quite sure. I'm cannot even discern whether &lt;i&gt;it &lt;/i&gt;is a good or bad thing. But I can feel &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt;. Something beyond&amp;nbsp;my perspective, or perhaps even my comprehension is coming. I cannot describe this feeling, this sensation. My dreams seem only that, dreams. My aspirations are no longer mine to hold. To put it into common terms, I feel something is life isn't going the way its supposed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah... &lt;i&gt;humbug?&lt;/i&gt; Well, I'm sorry for that and for my lack of the posting as of late. I've been, well... sidetracked. I feel somewhat irresponsible in comparison to my comrades in many aspects. Heh... I just used comrades. So now... presented in three short skits will be whats been going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR... not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I've gotten a car since my last posting. It's a 1975 Ford Mustang II, grey with blue interior and yes... a V6. It is a daily driver project car, so its not too flashy or eye-catching &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;. Let's see, what else... Oh, I've also been made Honor Society President and Janss my VP. Other than that, its been pretty much normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til next time (whenever that is...)</content>
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    <title>College Essay for Wing's class...</title>
    <published>2006-09-19T23:37:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-19T23:37:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bleach OST</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey guys, been a while since I've been on... Well, I need some help with my essay so if you have any suggestions feel free to share them. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he comes, again in a cross manner, bypassing me without taking notice.  Forced yet again; still part of him is content and fulfilled. He sits at the bench and prepares for what is to come. Just then the music abruptly begins as the Liszt dramatically materializes. Just as I listen, excepting more to come, it suddenly seems to disappear, as notes linger in the air. Tones emerge that delicately soothe and appease. Somewhere in the transition, his mood is unlike it was before. He is once again himself, calmly performing for no one but me. Gentle notes prance in surprising speed. But the keys unexpectedly cease and pause…&lt;br /&gt;	I’ve grown isolated from that which keeps me living in this barren soil, the music. My vines desperately reach for it, but never have I attained it. Yet this angel of music was a phantom formed in front of me. Inadequate occasionally and taking much time, he ultimately emerged as did I. But wait, he begins again…&lt;br /&gt;	From whence he halted, he starts as if there had never been a discontinuation. The music shifts as the second movement begins; my favorite section. The ivory lightly dances and dangles as the pace begins to lift. The zephyr of music begins converting into a gale as he continues to swell in speed. The tempo rapidly begins gaining momentum as it sounds as if he has three hands. The storm has gathered its force and maintains its break-neck speed as the finale approaches. A flurry of fingers blazes across the keyboard. Octaves are blurred. Chords are thundering as the melody sprints like lightning.  Sweat is precipitating. He adeptly begins the final crescendo into the last remaining breath of the storm. The concluding note reverberates, dying to a whisper, seeming to murmur his thoughts, “I’m done!” Just then, his mom calls, “Dinner time!” I suppose the encore will have to wait…</content>
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    <title>Ulimate Destiny?</title>
    <published>2006-04-12T03:02:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-12T03:02:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blood Brothers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i've been lacking in the posting department lately, due to various and somewhat similar factors. thought i'd share something with you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tad bit violent, but i like it! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultimateshowdown.org/"&gt;http://www.ultimateshowdown.org/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>ftiki88 @ 2006-03-12T14:13:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T22:42:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-12T22:42:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The Great Depression of the 1930's had an enormous impact on the lives of Americans. Many Americans, left with nothing, turned to the government and president to help. The two presidents to be in office during the depression were Herbert C. Hoover and Franklin D. Roosevelt. Hoover was considered mainly as a concervative while Roosevelt a liberal. These political views of government greatly shaped their plans to deal with the economic depression.&lt;br /&gt;Hoover's mainly conservative stance did little to ease the growing depression. Hoover avidly believed that the federal government should have no interaction in the economic depression. (Doc. B &amp; C) Hoover wished for Americans to continue "business as usual." He obtained pledges from many businesses to maintain their wages, number of employees, and product output. This, however, did not clear the increasing problem. Americans became further discouraged at the little attempt their president was making. the majority believed that Hoover was incapable of saving them. (Doc. D) With elections coming, the situation did not look well for Hoover's campaign. With the election of the Democrat Franklin D. Roosevelt, changes were bound to happen. &lt;br /&gt;Roosevelt, being far more liberal, was very willing to use the federal government's power and funds to cure the ongoing depression. Upon his inaguration, Roosevelt called Congress into special session to formulate plans to deal the depression. Roosevelt promised Americans a "New Deal" to help them. President Roosevelt beganing pushing act after act through Congress to get cash circulation again. Acts that included creating jobs for Americans, re-establishing banks and businesses, and to restore confidence in Americans. Within days of Roosevelts election, the White House was flooded with letters of approval. Roosevelt's action are easily indicated with the amount the government was spending. (Doc. F) Roosevelt was easily re-elected the following election. His speech thuroughly indicates his continuing wishes to change NOW. (Doc. H) Roosevelt also dealed with issues involving the government's growing deficit. Roosevelt stated he would ask voters to approve new budgets to ease the problem. (Doc. E) Roosevelt took action immediatley and began America's gradual progress toward recovery.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Hoover, Roosevelt knew the government had to change - start a New Deal. Hoover's conservative attitude led to no solution to the depression. The liberal Roosevelt instituted numerous changes that would eventually lead to end of the Great Depression.</content>
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    <title>Sociology essay...</title>
    <published>2006-03-12T21:09:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-12T21:09:37Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Postal Service</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i haven't been on lj in a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; long time. not necessarily been busy, but kind of lazy. heh, using it for homework... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a rough draft, and i really mean &lt;i&gt;a rough&lt;/i&gt; draft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genie the Wild Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science and ethics have never been easily intermingled. This is especially true in the studies of humans and their behavior. Sociologists and phycologists have long pondered the quandary of humans deprived of language and social interactions. This was fact in the "discovery" of Genie, "The Wild Child." She had virtually no human interaction, lacked any sort of communication, and was severely abused. Scientists and doctors both treated and studied Genie in an equal and fair manner.&lt;br /&gt;The doctors at Children's Hospital provided both adequate treatment, the best available, and supported Genie emotionally. They immediately began to treat Genie's extreme malnutrition upon her arrival. Along with providing her with care, doctors provided Genie with kind, familiar faces to build emotional attactments; much like between children and parents. Although these attactments would become her family, teachers, and doctors all in one, it was the only tactic known to the team.&lt;br /&gt;Although certain members of the team treating Genie may have gone slightly beyond their place, Genie's biological mother had no place in her life. Genie's mother filled suit against the hospital, claiming that the team treated her daughter more as an experiment than a patient. This lawsuit, however, was completly unjustified. She did absolutely nothing for Genie for the ten years she suffered. Although she claimed, that she too was abused, she could have easily contacted authorities. Yet she did nothing until a social worker tood Genie away. Later on, she demanded Genie be returned to her, and she quickly was. Yet, not more then one week, she asked doctors to take her back. And yet she claims she deserved money from the team. Genie's mother had no place in her life. &lt;br /&gt;Genie's story never did improve, leaving her with nothing. She was sent to foster home after foster home. It was at the point where it was far more detrimental than beneficial. At one home, genie was punished for regurgitating. Reminded of her past, she went into withdrawal; refusing to open her mouth for anything. She was sent back to the hospital for a short period after this incident. Genie's team even began disputes among themselves. They argued whether Genie was retarded at birth or if it was a result of the treatment of her parents. The grant to Genie's team was also pulled during this time. There was little the team could now do for Genie other than send her away. &lt;br /&gt;The story surrounding Genie is not a happy one. She started and ended with nothing. However, in her time spent with the doctors of Children's Hospital, was obviously the best time of her life.</content>
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    <title>another assignment.....</title>
    <published>2006-01-04T20:50:00Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-05T02:11:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Blood Brothers</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.helleniccomserve.com/greek_american_literature.html"&gt;http://www.helleniccomserve.com/greek_american_literature.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;GREEK AMERICANS &lt;br /&gt;M H A &lt;br /&gt;During the nineteenth century, large numbers of Greeks began to immigrate to the United States to overcome economic hardship or escape mandatory military service. Though many were raised as farmers, new arrivals tended to gather in large cities where industry jobs were available. Greek Americans formed tightly-knit communities in which the Greek Orthodox Church played an important role in maintaining their religious, social and cultural identity. Greek Americans have made significant contributions to American society, particularly in the areas of politics, architecture and theater, and have shown tremendous economic success, finding ways to begin anew and thrive in a different culture. Part of a compelling series that celebrates the heritage of different cultural groups in North America. 30 mins / 1993&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.indianahumanities.org/htgDT.htm"&gt;http://www.indianahumanities.org/htgDT.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first great wave of Greek immigration occurred between 1890 and 1921, slowing when xenophobic immigration restrictions came into effect. In 1891, Greeks in this country numbered 2500, but by 1913 that number had increased tenfold. By 1922, an estimated 300,000 to 500,000 Greeks were in America.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.holytrinityindy.org/history.html"&gt;http://www.holytrinityindy.org/history.html&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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