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  <updated>2006-07-16T21:28:25Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pudding_pops222:5505</id>
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    <title>pudding_pops222 @ 2006-07-16T14:27:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-16T21:28:25Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-16T21:28:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ran into Stella at the Starbucks.&amp;nbsp; Luckily I was on the phone when I walked in and she saw me because I didn't want to talk to her.&amp;nbsp; I'm over back-stabbers.&amp;nbsp; I don't need to pretend to be someone's friend.&amp;nbsp; That's all I have to say about this matter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I finally got out of my house to seriously study today, which is what I should've been doing all weekend.&amp;nbsp; I have a big Biology of the Brain midterm tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm so excited, one week tomorrow I will be done with my "classes".&amp;nbsp; I'll have two left til August but those aren't really classes that demand effort, just one short essay, no class attendance.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pudding_pops222:5127</id>
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    <title>pudding_pops222 @ 2006-07-15T20:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-16T03:14:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-16T03:14:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes you can't go back, no matter how good it was.&amp;nbsp; The only thing you can do is to make it right the next time around.&amp;nbsp; Don't make the same mistakes.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pudding_pops222:5088</id>
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    <title>pudding_pops222 @ 2006-07-10T16:31:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-10T23:38:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-10T23:38:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Long time no post.&amp;nbsp; haven't really been in the mood to share much lately. So I think a mini-update is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 more weeks (counting this week) of actual summer classes with assignments left.&amp;nbsp; You have no idea how antsy I am feeling right now for school to be over with.&amp;nbsp; I actually can't beleive that I want to pursue my masters.&amp;nbsp; I really don't want to but it's really great for my career.&amp;nbsp; And in my mind, two years isn't that much to give up in exchange for jobs other than lab jobs.&amp;nbsp; That's really my only motivation to the masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now all I want to do is pick up a good friend and go to Sedona or the North Rim.&amp;nbsp; A good friend took me on a trip to the North Rim this time last year, and I'm craving it bad.&amp;nbsp; I'm tired of having school responsibilities always hanging in the back of my head.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, I want to live my life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb phone.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pudding_pops222:4816</id>
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    <title>thoughts on weed</title>
    <published>2006-07-01T23:40:49Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm grumpy bear today.&amp;nbsp; =\</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pudding_pops222:3810</id>
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    <title>pudding_pops222 @ 2006-05-31T21:57:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-01T04:59:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-01T04:59:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I hate how I'm sometimes mean to those that don't deserve it, and nice to those that deserve less attention.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pudding_pops222:3540</id>
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    <title>cheers!</title>
    <published>2006-05-31T02:07:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-31T02:07:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's to new beginnings.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pudding_pops222:3176</id>
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    <title>pudding_pops222 @ 2006-05-30T07:26:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-30T14:30:32Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I need a fresh start.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>pudding_pops222 @ 2006-05-28T18:32:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-29T01:32:37Z</published>
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            &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Arial" color="#800000"&gt;            Embarrassed by her words&lt;br /&gt;Petrified of what I might say.&lt;br /&gt;I've died a thousand deaths&lt;br /&gt;But this hatred won't go away.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ian curtis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:pudding_pops222:1856</id>
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    <title>South Central Farming</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T16:28:39Z</published>
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    <content type="html">These things make me feel so helpless.  No let me rephrase that.  I feel so tied by the obligations that I have latched onto in hopes of a better future that always seems far off.  Are those things worth it when things like this are going on?  Who's goign to fight for them?  The only thing I really believe in to be any kind of effective is people power.  With everyone, including myself so self involved, it's no wonder we are just bystanders to the muck that is shaping our lives.  It's just a matter of people, but we're all too busy trying to fend for our own lives because we feel like no one else is going to watch our backs for us especially financially in today's society.  We're chasing our own tail.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, I like the taste of tail.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.southcentralfarmers.com/"&gt;http://www.southcentralfarmers.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last three years, 350 families have been fighting to preserve the South Central Farm, the largest contiguous piece of open green space in South Central Los Angeles.  On April 22, 2006, the Trust for Public Land negotiated a 30-day option to purchase contract that depends on efforts by the City to find matching money for the $5 million put up by a private foundation.  With only 6 million raised, the 30 day contract was not enough time for politicians and the community to raise the 16.35 million needed to purchase the land.  With no time left, the South Central Farmers and their supporters are now vowing to do what is necessary to permanently protect the largest urban community farm in the United States.     &lt;br /&gt;Last Updated ( Tuesday, 23 May 2006 )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="FF0000"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED ALERT! Encampment and tree sit to resist the eviction and save the South Central Farm has begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contributed by Fernando Flores     &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 24 May 2006  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="FF0000"&gt;Red Alert!!!! Red Alert!!!!  Red Alert!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encampment and tree sit to resist the eviction and save the South Central Farm has begun!!  The L.A. County Sheriffs Department has received notice to execute the eviction of the farmers and supporters at the South Central Farm. The Farm and farmers need your help now!!  &lt;br /&gt;Last Updated ( Wednesday, 24 May 2006 )&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>pudding_pops222 @ 2006-05-25T03:01:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-25T10:06:20Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-25T10:06:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I wonder if I'm alone in the fact that I have difficulty speaking my mind.  Difficulty not caring about the opinion of others in doing what I want to do, or say.  I'd like to believe that I'm in no way the lone loser.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long this will have to last, but I'm goign to write about whatever it is that's on my mind, regardless.  That is my vow to myself.  To say the most fucked up things, to write about the things that no one would dare talk about, to be the most awkward, and above all be ok with all of it.  To love and have no regrets.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of walking on eggshells and wondering how you'll react to my actions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this similar to what other women who have never known verbal freedom experience.  Do they wake up one day and are forced to acknowlege the voice of opinions that screams out?  The desire didn't happen in one day for me, but the time when I decided to just do it did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make you happy 100% of the time.</content>
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    <title>pudding_pops222 @ 2006-05-15T20:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-16T03:42:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I am truly tempted to sleep over at my computer lab.  I have privacy, a bathroom, and the internet.  What more could a girl ask for.</content>
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    <title>Free your mind and the rest will follow.</title>
    <published>2006-05-15T01:52:53Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-15T02:13:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a129/greenl0ve/dirtyprettythings.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is set in London, where the two main characters are illegals.  It's about their tumultous times running away from authorities.  Okwe, a Nigerian doctor, discovers something in a toilet of the hotel he works at, that will ultimately be the thing that he and Senay, a maid at the same hotel, must deal with in order to find freedom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a movie to watch right after the May Day watch, the Vietnam War Memorial for the day that the Communist took over Vietnam, hearing stories from my Dad of our voyage to America, and seeing a peaceful march protesting the imprisonment of a Vietnamese in Korea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of what us humans are willing to do just for the chance to think, do, live for ourselves, to have a homeland, to answer to the voice in ourselves that tells us things could be better.  My parents got on a boat and floated off into the great ocean.  A mother of a friend of mine nestled her three children on a camel and crossed the deserts of the Middle East.  Just for a better life.  A life of opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opportunities, what a funny word.  In Vietnam, if you are affiliated by blood or any sort with someone from the Old Government, your options are cut in half.  Period.  School's not an option.  Your voice doesn't matter.  You don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of the women in so many different countries that are born with muzzles.  It's ingrained in them to not speak up.  To hide their voice.  I used to be like that.  I still am sometimes, I just have the opportunity to overcome that.  Others aren't so lucky.  So yah this is my place.  It's not like my other journals where I give a shit.  But I don't have to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously afraid for our society.  Something has to happen to change things.  I know change will come, I just wonder if I'll ever see it.  There's always a time in history where the tides change and we go to the opposite.  Our nation is on high alert for ultra conservatives.  In response, many Republicans are switching their tongues.  Saying that they don't agree with Bush on this and this.  They only say this so we don't glump them in the same Republican boat.  Goddamn I'm pissed off at labels and how we as the citizens of this nation will never truly know whether or not someone is lieing or telling the truth when they campaign.  And even if there was a really good person for the job, what's the possibility that he'll even get in past the bullshit?  I think of Howard Dean.  Oh yah he was too crazy/passionate to be a viable candidate.  I don't know much about Howard Dean so I won't go further with this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I'm very very very grateful for whatever got me and my family to where we are.  My family has never ever been affluent.  But my parents have always been able to provide what we needed.  I have everything I need.  My family.  Everything else is just icing.  I do everything for my parents because they've given up everything for me.</content>
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    <title>Kurdish PKK</title>
    <published>2006-05-14T22:07:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-14T22:07:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;The Americans, although they have helped fight the PKK in the past, nevertheless have recently been passive toward its activities in Iran and Turkey. So has the European Union. While both the US and the EU "oppose" PKK strikes on Turkey, they also oppose Turkey's militarization of the crisis. &lt;/i&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.atimes.com/atimes/Middle_East/HE13Ak03.html"&gt;By Sami Moubayed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound too simple but how can the US be opposed to Turkey's decision to use military action when that has been the only solution this administration's even truly considered?  The military action taking by Turkey against PKK would be in Iraq as that is where PKK is stationed in their attacks against Turkey.  Turkey of course considers the role of the US in this but they will not put aside their land or avoid confrontation with PKK b/c the US is involved with Iraq.  And of course, the US warned Turkey of possible, for lack of a better word, instability upon Turkey and the overall situation if Turkey pursues it's military action.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, we took military action when no country wanted to take us over, but someone wants to take over someone else and they can't?  I'm not saying that I agree with Turkey because I can understand how a group of people just want a better life and situation and a land of their own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand what it's like to not have a land to claim as yours.  Even though I haven't lived in Vietnam since I was 4, I still have a place where I can associate my ancestry with.  I wanted to use the word "belong"  but now that I'm Americanized, I am not Vietnamese when I go back there.  I am "American".  And here I am Vietnamese, so technically I do not have a place where I "belong".  But in my heart I belong to Vietnam.  Maybe the Kurdish could see it like that.  Though I'm sure what they are fighting for is more than just a home.  One would have to find out what options they have, their lifestyle, and so forth to accurately determine why they are wanting to create a Kurdish state.  Why did the English want to find a new land and leave England?  Same shit right?  It's just that the Kurdish now have to fight over lands with others who have military weapons, the English colonials only had to fight Indians who had no concept of military weapons.  The Kurdish just lucked the fuck out.</content>
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    <title>pudding_pops222 @ 2006-05-11T23:42:00</title>
    <published>2006-05-12T06:42:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-05-12T06:42:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a129/greenl0ve/pots.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want."&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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