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        <pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 04:42:44 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>I'm telling you, SHOOT THE DAMNED THINGS!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 00:05:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ That's right. I have become a dangerous,lethal, butt-kicking, super assassin who never sleeps. I only pretend to be a deli associate on weekends, an employee of an LVLX clothing store and a convenience store cashier on weekdays, and a university student two nights a week while actually I am a well controlled killer of the evil...lawn gnomes. One day, as I was downing my gloriously unfattening-yet-feels-fattening Robeks acai smoothie with intelligence and slimming boosts I felt a pull towards the backseat of my car. It was there that I proceeded to nod into a state of stress induced stupor (I'm not stupid, I locked myself in already) which in turn led me into a deep, deep, deeeeep sleep. I dreamt I was in the backseat of a rickety old truck instead of my gas saving 2005 Honda Civic, and the truck was moving. I got the sense the truck had been moving for a very long time without ever reaching a single destination. I also noticed at the same time that there was, God help me, NO driver in the front. Before it turns into a creepy thing I'd like to point out that 1) It was a flat and wide road lit up by soft sunlight 2)There was nothing and nobody around for miles and miles and 3)I'm dreaming in the backseat of my 2005 Honda Civic with the doors locked parked in front of a power smoothie making shop--that sense of safety was never NOT there. So to move on to getting to my point, I suddenly heard a rich voice. A man-voice with no ums or uhs or stutters. It was not God or anything pertaining to a religious hallucination or basis to a establishment of a new worship. It was simply an uncommon voice in an uncommon occurrence in a dull and unexciting place. The voice spoke to me as if he had been trying to speak to someone who did not speak his language, slow and articulated, "Go to the unnatural green place. Destroy any who get in the way. Leave no prisoners. I give to thee all my knowledge to help you in this quest. That'll be $6.95" Aha! The price of the smoothie! I was waking up! Amazing how much healthy junk can cost neh? Well, I was fully awake and automatically moving into my driver's seat to go...somewhere. Starting out of the parking space my mind began to snap into place and what once were scattered thoughts became sorted. I was driving, driving, driving to a place I had not seen before. Something seemed off, to say the least. Then I noticed. Green. Every friggin where. The lawns were not lawns, they were giant pieces of turf made up of Earth-killing waste material created to satisfy the eyes of the many pride concerted beasts who paid what was probably blood money (once). It was a shame that told of the many cruelties the earth has suffered through the more unneccessary ideas of science and economy. And to top it all off, every unnatural square "lawn" had a ghastly ornament known as...the Garden Gnome. My stomach turned at the sight. The pink flamingos were okay because they were pretty and they actually do exist. I parked at the beginning of the montrous hall of overgrown plastic stickers. My hand shot out and grabbed an unusual tool that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and my legs moved on their own. First, my movements were jerky like I was nervous or more correctly, moving against my will. Then I started to move fluidly like a cat. The first gnome never suspected a thing, he just sat there staring at the gnome across the street. I could not turn my head to see his neighbor's reaction. BAM CRASH CRINKLE. The thing was no more. My body began to turn and stomp to the next one. Apparently, they were all scared stiff. More bams, more crashes and crinkles. The entire neighborhood was quiet save for the breeze and the adrenaline buzzing in my ear. The gnomes of...Magnolia Drive were mostly gone (if only I hadn't missed the few that got away-no matter, I will simply come back to extinguish them and their young, for no doubt, they will repopulate). Gnomes beware. For now I have a makeshift rock flinging mechanism that'll knock you silly from an impossible spitting distance. Har har.<br /><br />Everything within the first paragraph of this hideously long journal is completely and totally, swear-my-ice-cream-on-it lie. But I do own a 2005 Honda Civic. Cobalt blue too, very nice. And if you had taken the time to actually READ it because you think it was going to get interesting, I applaud you my dear viewer, for being obstinate.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>In a Matter of Speaking</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 14:35:03 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's amazing how the day goes by.<br />The next hour becomes last too soon,<br />in that moment time just slips away.<br /><br />When will the heat die down?<br />When will the leaves fall?<br />When will the cold lose its frost?<br />How soon til spring again?<br /><br />Everything moves in the way it will<br />Desire found, love is lost<br />Friendships kindled, hate renewed<br /><br />What becomes of us?<br />What if?<br />What is to continue or perish?<br />What is to come?<br /><br />Living is a tragedy<br />Death a thing of memories<br />Mind, heart, soul...they are ideas<br />Pain, sorrow, fear...these are tools of the trade<br /><br />Who will remember tomorrow?<br />Who can speak up for the future?<br />Who is brave enough? Strong enough?<br />Who cares?<br /><br />True, in a matter of speaking<br />Ignorance is bliss<br />So life goes on, living only in the moment<br />Thinking only of surviving, what a way to go.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>I have HOW many pageviews???</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Mar 2008 10:13:16 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ (O.O)Does a quadruple take.<br />2,000+<br />Wow. Just like WOW.<br />Compared to others, it's still purty pitiful but to me it's like WOOOOOOAh.<br />I guess I should do one of those special -ban things...<br />I guess....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~BittersweetDoodles</author>
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                <title>ART PROJECT</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 08:25:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I gotta do two art projects for classes and I have no clue what. Once of them has to be an East and West Culture from past to 1400s related (i.e. Renaissance, Samurai, etc.) journal type of thing. The other is completely open subject. As long as it is art. I am on a permanent artist's block because of stress and Bank of America. Uh....HELP?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Cant wait for summer vacation...</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Feb 2008 17:44:43 PST</pubDate>
                
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                <title>KOREAKRAZY</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 10:27:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lately I've been getting enthusiastic bursts of my birth country, patriotism at its most confused. Because I am a U.S. citizen. The red, white and blue stuff is cool but I need to represent my soul roots (no pun intended)-my family are there, my childhood is there, hell, my FOOOOD is there. So I am gonna try to do something in that direction, Korea wise, I mean. Although food is good too.<br />
I have just been thinking a lot about my grandparents actually (and my grandma's cookin-my heart is made of her recipes!) and my desire, for lack of words, to visit them in Seoul. I miss them, I miss the land, I miss the clothes and food. My mind is despairing at the realization that I am still here, in humid and old and heated Florida, with only my screaming mother and rebel little brother and bitchy stepfather. While the rest of my family (treasured uncles and aunts, unknown cousins, old friends) are thousands of miles away, haven't seen me since I was four or five years old.<br />
I get jealous of people who have relatives that live in the next house or the next state, other korean-americans who go visit their families once a year, I get jealous of even the little kitties that pollute the neighborhood outside of my korean church-even their families are geographically close. That explains the smell in the grass ALL the time...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Dehakyo</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 13:08:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I like this feeling. I'm in college and I like knowing that I am. I am happy knowing my friends are in college too. But now I gotta dash and prep for my Gen. Chem exam in less than an hour.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Summer Retreat</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2007 23:28:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ HEEYAAAAAAAAHHHH!<br />
Panama City was so much fun plus I got to see a certain friend named Melissa for a day and she was as pretty as ever and so were some of them church boys I was on the retreat with. Lotsa sun and saltwater. Lotsa fun and favorites. I totally enjoyed the worship services twice a day-the band was rockin.<br />
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Found a vid of a korean drama, NOT the 19 year old thing...much better, involving the royal palace--it comes with english subs on youtube! MUST WATCH!!!---<a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=JkwOfFItDLQ">[link]</a><br />
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Also a little korean girl band I just heard about that will make your nose bleed they are SOOOOO CUTE!! The song on the link is about milk and how good it is for you. Not cola, coffee, or something, strawberry banana or chocolate, white milk is the best!! I agree.<a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=zMyOdwd2c_g">[link]</a><br />
I've just been 7 Princess crazy!! <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=kZaTqUe4wEw">[link]</a><br />
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Anyway, lataaaz.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Summertime Uh HUh</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 19:17:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been watching this korean drama series on youtube called "My 19 Year Old Sister-in-law" ...which is not actually that long of a title in korean...and it's so freakin goooooood. Funny, totally scripted, cheesy universal theme of "it's destiny"-just my taste. Two handsome brohters, one cinderella girl and a plot the size of just 16 episodes...the weekday afternoons have become meaningful again after the end of highschool.<br />
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How is it that I still have 20 hours of work this week when I'm taking three freakin days off to go to Panama City?<br />
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Holy crappers. Must shave legs to play at the beach!!!!!!!!<br />
More holy crappers. Gotta cut down on the junk food so as not to be bloated wearing a shwimshuit...hot guys...tanning...hot guys...whilst I look like I'm my own inflatable inner tube.<br />
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STRESSSes.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Bout time</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2007 04:21:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Bout time I updated this thing<br />
Bout time I updated this thing we call a journal<br />
<br />
No punctuations see here<br />
Because I liked the Pygmalion format<br />
You have to read its introduction to understand<br />
Shaw was genius<br />
<br />
As was Vonnegut<br />
A tribute to him my favourite author<br />
I would not survive without his satire<br />
I would not survive without the existence of ice cream<br />
and so I end this stupidity with sweet<br />
cherries on top<br />
hold the chocolate<br />
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o^o<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Yeeeah!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:32:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ SPRING BREAK!!! <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=AcO5OHpDhOY&mode=related&search=">[link]</a><br />
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I love milk. Milk is good for you.<br />
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300.....my eyes have seen too many wonderful sights...whew.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>HA ZAAAAAAH</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 16:15:22 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's an absolutely awesome year so far I suppose...cause it could be worse! I got DSL so my computer is a little faster getting online. Scanner is still down so my drawings are yet to be posted. I may be lying because I'm no computer genius but that little flashing red light that's supposed to be green is telling me otherwise. Oh yes, friends in TEXAS...I may be going to China during the summer...June no less, on a mission trip (it's free for me-Great Wall of China heeeeeeere I come). I get out of school earlier than that but you guys don't-which sucks. And Tim's supposed to go straight to North Carolina a week after his school gets out, doesn't leave a whole lot of time to hang out does it? If yall even care. Maybe I'm being a little to insensitive cause you guys are too busy to even call or anything. I'm busy too. I bet you guys don't even read my journal. Well, in the words of a certain friend, POOP ON YOU.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>HAPPY XMAS-IS-OVER DAY!!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 09:08:39 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ EYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!<br />
Banzaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. Xmas is over Xmas is over *does a little jig* I am sorry that I didnt get around to sending any Xmas cards to my friends. I feel distant from you guys anyway. I dont know what to do. Xmas was a bad poop. To top my lack of that Xmas excitement that people are prone to get, I had a sinus cold, caught from one of the deli workers at er, work. I did get a moment of happiness when I received my long awaited B/Rain CD. Dats good music foos! Oe of the songs on it has the phrase "Cause I'm your friend forever Don't forget" and I thought it was so sweeeeeet. A little gay perhaps. But B didn't write it-he just sings it. Also, I refuse to spell B's name with the I because it irks me. Also, HAPPY XMAS-IS-OVER DAY!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>BOOM BOOM</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 11:03:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Do you hear that? It's the sound of the last school bell of the year and Christmas is on the corner lookin at you!!! Presents presents. lolligag the presents and throw them at your friends. I say that the best present is "Merry Christmas" on a card because then I don't get the feeling of being obliged to spend my money on you. Is that an irony because of the selfishness I feel when NOT receiveing presents? There is a great philosophy to that whole buzzard called Giving. I give and give but I won't give no more. I can't. gotta pay off the cellphone bill. and save for a car. and save to get out of the house. I have to work around the holidays and it's going to suck because people suck. So BOOM BOOM on and you carolers stay the f**K away from my current living site!<br />
I wish i had some more friends here in FL to go to chilis with or something...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Here Am I</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2006 06:56:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sitting in my third period class and being bored to death. I miss my Texas friends...can't get over the fact that I'm here and they're there...glad that I can at least access DEVI on the school computer during the day. I gotta get some new submissions in but I'm out of ideas...and I feel like I'm living in a box. Trapped. I wanna get out and go hang in Orlando...have some fun...meet new people that know how to have a real good time...bleh. So bored.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>HOLY COW POO</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2006 08:14:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 900 pageviews...finally...wow...people are actually interested in my doodles.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Blurry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 10 May 2006 13:41:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I was in an unreasonable hurry when I had gotten up this past Saturday morning and found myself possesed by this single thought: I must take a picture of me and post it online. Again, I emphasize "gotten up", meaning I was still pretty much dead to the world. I forgot where I had put my glasses the night before and ended up taking at least twenty photos...of everything but me. It was later on when I was going through them on my computer (after I had had a hearty breakfast and my mom slapped me silly) that I discovered only three of the twenty something pictures even had a piece of me in them. And I couldn't be bothered to take them over when I was completely aware of myself...(I hate pictures of me, so not photogenic) so I had to choose from the three. The one I put as my ID was the one with the most face. All the others were deleted. I am no professional photographer so it was done with aregular digital camera, hence it is blurry...or else I was er, moving around without knowing it. Then I had to make it smaller or it would have taken up the whole page. I think one can still see all my imperfections...and notice I am nearly blind without glasses and my hands don't hold very steady if I haven't broken my morning fast...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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