tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26262119588765424952024-03-13T08:01:57.243-07:00I Can't Go For Thathellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-81047852290379692572011-10-22T22:10:00.000-07:002011-10-22T22:12:18.021-07:00How can I be proud of my China if we are a nation of 1.4bn cold hearts?<blockquote>
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Shame on us Chinese! Last Thursday <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2011/oct/17/toddler-hit-and-run-china" title="">a two-year-old girl was run over twice</a>, about 100 metres
from her home in a hardware market district of Foshan, a prosperous city
in southern <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/china" title="More
from guardian.co.uk on China">China</a>. As she lay on the ground,
writhing in pain, before being hit by the second vehicle, 18 people, on
their bicycles, in cars or on foot, passed by but chose to ignore her.
Among them a young woman with her own child.</div>
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Finally, a
58-year-old female rubbish collector came to the girl's rescue, but it
was too late. By the time she was brought to the hospital, the girl
Yueyue, (whose name translates as Little Joy), was brain dead. She was
declared dead early on Friday morning. She was a good girl, full of
life, her mother said a few days ago in an interview. She said she had
just brought Yueyue back from her kindergarten. She popped out to
collect the dry clothes and returned to find Yueyue gone – probably
trying to look for her elder brother.<br />
It might have been a
different story if one of the 18 people had lent Yueyue a hand. None
even bothered to call for emergency services. Later, when interviewed by
a journalist, one of the passersby, a middle-aged man riding a scooter,
said with an uncomfortable smile on his face: "That wasn't my child.
Why should I bother?"</div>
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Before giving himself up to the police, the
driver of the second vehicle, a van, told the media why he had run away.
"If she is dead, I may pay only about 20,000 yuan (£2,000). But if she
is injured, it may cost me hundreds of thousands of yuan." What's wrong
with these people? How could they be so cold-hearted? The horrific scene
was caught by a surveillance camera and has been watched by millions of
viewers since it was posted on Youku, China's equivalent of YouTube.</div>
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This
is only the latest incident where tragedy has struck as a result of the
callous inactivity of onlookers. Last month an 88-year-old man fell
over face down at the entrance of a vegetable market near his home. For
almost 90 minutes, he was ignored by people in the busy market. After
his daughter found him and called an ambulance, the old man died
"because of a respiratory tract clogged by a nosebleed". If anyone had
turned him over, he might have survived.</div>
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Both cases, the death of
Yueyue in particular, have provoked much public outrage and a nationwide
discussion about morality in today's China. From Shanghai, someone with
the cybername 60sunsetred wrote: "The Chinese people have arrived at
their most morality-free moment!" There was plenty of condemnation of
the cold-heartedness of the passersby. But, astonishingly, a large
percentage of posters said they understood why the onlookers did not
lend a helping hand. Some admitted they would do the same – for fear of
getting into trouble and fear of facing another "Nanjing judge".</div>
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Let
me explain the story of the muddle-headed Nanjing judge. In 2006, in
the capital of Jiangsu province, a young man named Peng Yu helped an old
woman who had fallen on the street and took her to a hospital and
waited to see if the old woman was all right. Later, however, the woman
and her family accused Peng of causing her fall. A judge decided in
favour of the woman, based on the assumption that "Peng must be at
fault. Otherwise why would he want to help?", saying that Peng acted
against "common sense". The outcry from the public in support of Peng
forced the court to adjust its verdict and resulted in Peng paying 10%
of the costs instead of the total. Since that incident Peng has become a
national cautionary tale: the Good Samaritan being framed by the
beneficiary of their compassion.</div>
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It's true that in China you can
get into trouble when you try to help. Weeks ago I spotted an accident
on the fourth ring road in Beijing as I returned home one night. A man
was hit by a "black car", an "illegal taxi", and his face was all
bloody. Watched over by a crowd, the injured man behaved aggressively
towards the driver. I got off my scooter. As I tried to pull the two men
apart, I was struck myself. When I asked if anyone had reported this to
the police, the driver said no. I couldn't believe that people just
stared as if enjoying a free show, without doing anything. I called the
helpline and the policemen turned up soon after.</div>
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The fundamental
problem, in my view, lies in one word that describes a state of mind: <i>shaoguanxianshi</i>,
meaning don't get involved if it's not your business. In our culture,
there's a lack of willingness to show compassion to strangers. We are
brought up to show kindness to people in our network of <i>guanxi</i>,
family and friends and business associates, but not particularly to
strangers, especially if such kindness may potentially damage your
interest.</div>
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Fei Xiaotong, China's first sociologist, described
Chinese people's moral and ethical characteristics in his book, <i>From
the Soil</i>, in the middle of the last century. He pointed out that
selfishness is the most serious shortcoming of the Chinese. "When we
think of selfishness, we think of the proverb 'Each person should sweep
the snow from his own doorsteps and should not fret about the frost on
his neighbour's roof,'" wrote Fei. He offered the example of how the
Chinese of that period threw rubbish out of their windows without the
slightest public concern. Things are much the same today.<br />
Under
Mao, citizens were forced to behave themselves in both public and
private spheres. Every March, people were obliged to go into the street
to do good deeds: cleaning buses, fixing bicycles and offering haircuts.
Now relaxed social control and commercialisation over the past three
decades have led people to behave more selfishly again.</div>
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People are
enjoying, and sometimes abusing, the vast personal freedoms that didn't
exist before. To start with, it is now safe to be "naughty". Back in
the early 1980s, when I worked at a rocket factory in Nanjing, one of my
colleagues, a married man, was caught having an affair with an
unmarried woman. He was given a three-year sentence in a labour camp and
the girl was disgraced. In today's society, having extramarital affairs
or keeping an <i>ernai</i> – second wife or concubine – is as common
as "cow hair", as the Chinese would say. For a novel I am writing on
prostitution, I have interviewed many prostitutes and <i>ernai</i>.
Many see their profession as a way to gather wealth quickly, feeling few
moral qualms.</div>
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China's moral crisis doesn't just manifest itself
in personal life but also in business practice and many other areas. The
high-profile "poisoned milk powder" case and the scandal of using
"gutter oil" as cooking oil have shocked and disgusted people around the
world. Last year an article, "Why have Chinese lost their sense of
morality?", in which the author tried to find an explanation, was widely
read. He reasoned that China has introduced the concept of a market
economy from the west but failed to import the corresponding <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/ethics" title="More from
guardian.co.uk on Ethics">ethics</a>, while the traditional moral
principles of China no longer fit the market economy model.</div>
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There's
a lot of sense in that. I believe that the lack of a value system is
also deepening the moral crisis. Before Mao, the indifference towards
others once so accurately described by Fei existed but was mitigated by a
traditional moral and religious system. That system was then almost
destroyed by the communists, especially during the 10 mad years of the
Cultural Revolution from 1966 to 1976. Nowadays communism, the ideology
that dominated Chinese people's lives like a religion, has also more or
less collapsed. As a result, there's a spiritual vacuum that cannot be
filled by the mere opportunity of money-making.</div>
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To drag China out
of its moral crisis will be a long battle. The pressing question is how
to make people act in cases of emergency and the solution is law. After
the "Nanjing case", there have been discussions about introducing a law
that imposes a "duty of rescue" as exists in many European countries. I
am all for it, because that's probably the only way to propel action for
a people who do not see a moral obligation in rescuing others.</div>
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The
Yueyue incident revealed an ugly side of China. I hope the entire
nation will take the opportunity to take a hard look at ourselves and
ask ourselves what's wrong with society. There's at least hope in the
action of the rubbish collector who rushed to Yueyue's side without
hesitation.</div>
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China's economy is galloping like a horse without a
rein and its position in the world is rising. We Chinese have every
reason to feel proud about what we've achieved. Now we demand respect.
But how can we possibly win respect and play the role of a world leader
if this is a nation with 1.4 billion cold hearts?</div>
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<a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2011/oct/22/china-nation-cold-hearts">http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2011/oct/22/china-nation-cold-hearts</a><br />
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Been my soundtrack for the day, they really fit my mood.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-70529560171166358702011-09-28T09:18:00.000-07:002011-09-28T09:18:26.080-07:00ATL Itinerary
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<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 571px;"><colgroup><col style="mso-width-alt: 3168; mso-width-source: userset; width: 74pt;" width="99"></col>
<col style="mso-width-alt: 4064; mso-width-source: userset; width: 95pt;" width="127"></col>
<col style="mso-width-alt: 1280; mso-width-source: userset; width: 30pt;" width="40"></col>
<col style="mso-width-alt: 3392; mso-width-source: userset; width: 80pt;" width="106"></col>
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<td class="xl70" colspan="5" height="17" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 428pt;" width="571">Thursgay</td>
</tr>
<tr height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">
<td height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">Time (est.)</td>
<td>Activity</td>
<td>Price</td>
<td>People Involved</td>
<td>Objective</td>
</tr>
<tr height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">
<td height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">4:00 - 6:00 pm</td>
<td>Pick up Kevo</td>
<td>n/a</td>
<td>Grace</td>
<td>To bring our Queen to us</td>
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<td class="xl66" height="68" style="height: 51.0pt;">6:00 PM</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Southern Welcome Dinner - Mary
Mac's or Busy Bee's</td>
<td>$-$$</td>
<td>Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To fill our bellies with
delicious fried southern food</td>
</tr>
<tr height="34" style="height: 25.5pt;">
<td class="xl66" height="34" style="height: 25.5pt;">8:00 PM</td>
<td>Get Kevo settled</td>
<td>n/a</td>
<td>Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">Time to unpack both of your
unicorn pillow pets</td>
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<tr height="85" style="height: 63.75pt;">
<td height="85" style="height: 63.75pt;">9:00 PM - 12am</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Going Out - ie. Claremont Lounge,
El Bar, EAV, Sound Table, etc</td>
<td>$-$$</td>
<td>Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">Light libations and chill night
out. The adults have work tomorrow.</td>
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<td class="xl66" height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">12:00 AM</td>
<td>Sleepytime</td>
<td>n/a</td>
<td>Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">ZZZZZZZ</td>
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<td class="xl70" colspan="5" height="17" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 428pt;" width="571">Frigay</td>
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<td height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">Time (est.)</td>
<td>Activity</td>
<td>Price</td>
<td>People Involved</td>
<td>Objective</td>
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<td class="xl67" height="51" style="height: 38.25pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">9:00 am -
10:00am</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Breakfast/Brunch - Belly's
General Store</td>
<td>$</td>
<td>Ken & Kevo</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To only share 100 calories of
sustanence between the two of us.</td>
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<td class="xl67" height="51" style="height: 38.25pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">10:00-12:00
pm</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Hangout around VaHi, Piedmont
Park, etc.</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">n/a</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Ken & Kevo</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To walk off all that we ate.</td>
</tr>
<tr height="102" style="height: 76.5pt;">
<td class="xl69" height="102" style="height: 76.5pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">12:00:00
PM - 1:00 pm</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Visit Brandon at work/ Bietnamese
lunch at Quoc Huong, Lee's Sandwich,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>or Nam Phuong</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">$</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Ken, Kevo, & Brandon</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To fill in the Vietnamese food
void that Kevo developed since moving to NYC</td>
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<td class="xl67" height="34" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">1:00 pm -
5:00 pm<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Nap or spontaneity time</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">n/a</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Ken & Kevo</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">Neighborhood spotlights?
Suprises? WHO KNOWS?!</td>
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<tr height="68" style="height: 51.0pt;">
<td class="xl67" height="68" style="height: 51.0pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">5:00 -
8:00 pm</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Dinner Time</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">$$</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">Depends on what Kevo wants to
eat - can venture to Duluth or stay local in town</td>
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<td align="right" class="xl68" height="68" style="height: 51.0pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">8:00 PM</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Bask in fullness/ ge ready for a
nighttime activities</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">n/a</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">Retreat back to homes to get
ready for nightime festivities</td>
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<td height="85" style="height: 63.75pt;">9:00 PM - 4am</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Night time activities - Minh's
Bday party, Midtown, Reign, Gold Room, etc.</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">$-$$</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To cheers to the freakin
weekend.</td>
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<td>Sleepytime</td>
<td>n/a</td>
<td>Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">ZZZZZZZ</td>
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<tr height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">
<td class="xl67" height="17" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 74pt;" width="99"><br /></td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127"><br /></td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40"><br /></td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106"><br /></td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199"><br /></td>
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<td class="xl70" colspan="5" height="17" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 428pt;" width="571">Saturgay</td>
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<td>Price</td>
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<td class="xl67" height="34" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">10:00 am -
11:00 am</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Wake up</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">n/a</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To greet the morning sky!</td>
</tr>
<tr height="34" style="height: 25.5pt;">
<td class="xl69" height="34" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">11:00 AM</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Brunch - Highland Bakery</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">$-$$</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To help cure our potential
hangovers.</td>
</tr>
<tr height="34" style="height: 25.5pt;">
<td class="xl67" height="34" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">12:00 pm -
3:00 pm</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Visit Mary's Bday</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">n/a</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To celebrate Mary's birth!</td>
</tr>
<tr height="34" style="height: 25.5pt;">
<td class="xl67" height="34" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">3:00 pm -
7:00 pm</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Aquarium & Centennial Place</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">$</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To reenact scenes from LL Cool
J's film, Deep Blue Sea</td>
</tr>
<tr height="68" style="height: 51.0pt;">
<td class="xl69" height="68" style="height: 51.0pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">8:00 PM</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Ken rejoins group; Homecooked
Family Dinner</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">n/a</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To fill our stomachs, while
keeping our wallets phat.</td>
</tr>
<tr height="34" style="height: 25.5pt;">
<td class="xl67" height="34" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">8:00 PM -
10:00 pm</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">30 Rock/ SunO's</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">$</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To fill our slankets with farts</td>
</tr>
<tr height="68" style="height: 51.0pt;">
<td class="xl69" height="68" style="height: 51.0pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">10:00:00
PM - ?</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Nighttime Activities - Noni's,
Jungle, MJQ, etc.</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">$-$$</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">The last night before our Queen
leaves, thus we must celebrate!</td>
</tr>
<tr height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">
<td class="xl67" height="17" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">?? Am</td>
<td>Sleepytime</td>
<td>n/a</td>
<td>Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">ZZZZZZZ</td>
</tr>
<tr height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">
<td class="xl67" height="17" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 74pt;" width="99"><br /></td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127"><br /></td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40"><br /></td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106"><br /></td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199"><br /></td>
</tr>
<tr height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">
<td class="xl70" colspan="5" height="17" style="height: 12.75pt; width: 428pt;" width="571">Sungay</td>
</tr>
<tr height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">
<td height="17" style="height: 12.75pt;">Time (est.)</td>
<td>Activity</td>
<td>Price</td>
<td>People Involved</td>
<td>Objective</td>
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<tr height="34" style="height: 25.5pt;">
<td class="xl67" height="34" style="height: 25.5pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">10:00 am -
11:00 am</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Wake up</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">n/a</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To greet the morning sky!</td>
</tr>
<tr height="153" style="height: 114.75pt;">
<td class="xl67" height="153" style="height: 114.75pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">11:00 -
12:30 pm</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Church time or other morning
activity</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">n/a</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Grace, Brandon, & Ken go to
church. Kevo can join or meet up with Kevin & others for brunch time</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To make Jesus walk, so we don't
go to Hell.</td>
</tr>
<tr height="51" style="height: 38.25pt;">
<td class="xl67" height="51" style="height: 38.25pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">12:30 pm
- 4:00 pm</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Last minute hangouts, food, etc</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">n/a</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To savor our last moments with
Kevo before he returns to concrete jungle.</td>
</tr>
<tr height="51" style="height: 38.25pt;">
<td class="xl67" height="51" style="height: 38.25pt; width: 74pt;" width="99">4:00 pm
or earlier</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 95pt;" width="127">Take Kevo to airport</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 30pt;" width="40">n/a</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 80pt;" width="106">Everyone</td>
<td class="xl67" style="width: 149pt;" width="199">To send Kevo back to the North
(Vietnam). Crying may be included.</td>
</tr>
</tbody></table>
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I love my friends!! I can't wait to see them tomorrow in ATL. It will be a Ciara, Ludacris, T.I. Weekend!!hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-72122458629537911212011-09-27T20:50:00.000-07:002011-09-27T20:51:19.462-07:00New Winter Coat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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By Kai-Aakmann. I'm liking how many different ways I can wear it. Especially the oversized turtleneck.<br />
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Future shopping endeavors include chunky scarves, oversized beanies, and olive green skinny pants.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-79361142029753958452011-09-26T18:21:00.000-07:002011-09-27T20:55:55.480-07:0050 Documentaries to see before I die<strike>50. Spellbound (2002)</strike><br />
49. Madonna: Truth or Dare (1991)<br />
48. The Kid Stays in the Picture (2002)<br />
47. One Day in September (1999)<br />
46. Little Dieter Needs to Fly (1998)<br />
45. Decline of Western Civilization: The Metal Years (1988)<br />
44. Burma VJ (2008)<br />
43. When the Levees Broke: A Requiem in Four Acts (2006)<br />
42. Catfish (2010)<br />
41. The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters (2007)<br />
40. When We Were Kings (1996)<br />
39. Biggie and Tupac (2002)<br />
38. March of the Penguins (2005)<br />
37. Inside Job (2010)<br />
36. Taxi to the Dark Side (2007)<br />
35. Paragraph 175 (2000)<br />
34. Brother’s Keeper (1992)<br />
<strike>33. Tongues Untied (1989)</strike><br />
32. Dogtown and Z-Boys (2001)<br />
31. Jesus Camp (2006)<br />
30. Farenheit 9/11 (2004)<br />
29. Man on Wire (2008)<br />
28. GasLand (2010)<br />
27. Tarnation (2003)<br />
26. Murderball (2005)<br />
25. Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room (2005)<br />
24. Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills (1996)<br />
23. The Eyes of Tammy Faye (2000)<br />
22. Shut Up & Sing (2006)<br />
<strike>21. Exit Through The Gift Shop (2010)</strike><br />
20. Capturing the Friedmans (2003)<br />
19. Touching the Void (2003)<br />
18. Food, Inc. (2008)<br />
17. Street Fight (2005)<br />
16. Bus 174 (2002)<br />
15. Crumb (1994)<br />
14. Dark Days (2000)<br />
13. The Fog of War (2003)<br />
<strike>12. Bowling For Columbine (2002) </strike><br />
11. Paris Is Burning (1990)<br />
10. Grizzly Man (2005)<br />
9. Trouble the Water (2008)<br />
8. An Inconvenient Truth (2006)<br />
7. The Celluloid Closet (1995)<br />
6. The War Room (1993)<br />
<strike>5. Super Size Me (2004)</strike><br />
4. Waltz with Bashir (2008)<br />
3. Roger and Me (1989)<br />
2. The Thin Blue Line (1988)<br />
1. Hoop Dreams (1994)hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-66852823129946364592011-09-25T23:40:00.000-07:002011-09-25T23:40:54.056-07:00NoteTonight is one of those nights, where I believe I need to edit who I surround myself with. I believe, when I lived in the bay I chose very well who I would befriend. Here, I think I was too eager, too desperate to gain acceptance. I need to re-evaluate, who I'm considering a friend, and really ask myself, is this person going to help me make wise decisions, or going to halter my progress.<br />
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I think about this a lot, whether Im making progress or not. I would feel so guilty, if I moved all this way and to learn nothing about myself. I could receive the same education back in California, but I chose New York because it represented a position where I could grow and become more independent. That mission is always on my mind as I make my choices here. I am always trying to learn, to experience something new. If I wanted to be comfortable I would've went to UC Berkeley. I'm here. I'm here to stay. I want to make something of myself here.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-18621303719148118212011-09-18T09:56:00.000-07:002011-09-18T09:56:26.435-07:00AwwI just received the kindest email from my Japanese mom.<br />
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<blockquote><div><span style="font-family: Meiryo; font-size: x-small;">Hello Kevin!</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: メイリオ; font-size: x-small;">Thank you for your kind e-mail, and sorry for having not sent you a mail for long time. I got not good sometimes and was a little busy, but of course I have never forgotten you and I was often thinking about you.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: メイリオ; font-size: x-small;">My middle and youngest sons are going to Europe this time soon. If they went to USA, I would definetly</span> <span style="font-family: メイリオ; font-size: x-small;">contact you.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: メイリオ; font-size: x-small;">How about living in New York? I wish you will get used to there soon and enjoy your new life there. But even now you sound lile be so!</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: メイリオ; font-size: x-small;">As coming the summer vacation, the number of tourists to Nara are gradually returning but not to normal. We even feel it happy. This summer is terribly hot in Japan. Is it also hot in N.Y.?</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: メイリオ; font-size: x-small;">We, some members of our volunteer guide group, are now prepareing to issue twice a year news papers about Nara, our activities and etc. This one features the special products of Nara , of course ? of foods.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: メイリオ; font-size: x-small;">I am writing about Somen, like fine Udon. and I also wrote about you, an American student who knows about Sun Goddess, Amaterasuomikami from Nintendo.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: メイリオ; font-size: x-small;">As an another article, we are writing about the free experimence of wearing Kimono for women or Hakama for men and attending tea ceremony with Kimono. I want you to experience them nex time you will come back Nara.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: メイリオ; font-size: x-small;">Please take care of yourself and enjoy your new life! Hope to hear from you soon!</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family: メイリオ; font-size: x-small;">Best regards,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: メイリオ; font-size: x-small;">Ayako</span></div></blockquote><br />
I miss Japan so much. When can I return?hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-20136963649113553732011-09-17T22:47:00.001-07:002011-09-17T22:47:34.939-07:00Amy Winehouse - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ludxpkyrab0?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
Obsessed with this song lately. I long for this feeling.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-81518369033287338412011-09-17T22:36:00.000-07:002011-09-17T22:36:10.133-07:00Fashion WeekNYFW has come and gone. I fought through the craziness that was the Missoni x Target pop-up shop. Ended up with a few ties, a comforter set, a weekender bag. I wear my goods like a proud battle scar. I see others with pieces of the collection on the street and I feel we are connected somehow. Like brothers and sisters who both shared in battle. I share the same smug expression because we know that we got first dibs on what caused the fashion world to go into disarray.<br />
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Also nabbed an invite the the Tadashi Shoji runway show. Thanks JB. It was such an intimate space, I really felt like I was somebody there. Even though no one knew me, I still felt fabulous. The show itself was beautiful. The gowns. Can't wait to have an optometrist's income to buy those for my mom. <br />
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Mostly barren. Very minimal. I want more art. This is my home for the next year.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-13246064537459892702011-08-23T21:49:00.000-07:002011-09-27T20:21:09.189-07:00Beastie Boys X Beyonce - Girls on Girls (Captain Cuts Remix<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sorry I haven't posted in a while, been busy with school and move and craziness. So far I love NYC. If I had a smartphone I would update more.<br />
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This is my new jam. Thanks Craig-y.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-46245746437196913132011-08-03T23:12:00.007-07:002011-08-03T23:12:50.361-07:00Bye Bye CaliforniaLaying here on the beaches of playa del carmen, it still hasn't hit me that I won't be going back. I had some sentimental feelings the nights prior, but no heartache. No longing. <br /><br />One thing I know I'll miss is radio. 106.1 KMEL and 102.9 KBLX are so close to my heart. When I drive to work and they're bumping I feel so at home in the bay.<br /><br />I'll miss the drive across the bay bridge into the city. It's so beautiful, all the lights of the city. <br /><br />Of course I'll miss my friends and family there. I was so blessed to be surrounded by such beautiful souls while I was back. I'm forever grateful for the new friendships I've developed and the loved ones who shared time with me in the bay. Looking back on my photo albums from this past year I can say I was truly happy.<br /><br />These past 6 months were my longest time being single. Such an unusual experience. It did lead tithe growth of some amazing friendships, and plenty of new experiences. If I was tied to someone during these times i don't think I'd have had nearly as much fun as I did. But who knows what New York brings. Love? Maybe. Beautiful people? Definitely. We'll see where my heart leads me.<br /><br /><br />hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-23184376606957962362011-08-03T23:12:00.005-07:002011-08-03T23:12:28.343-07:00Pet PeeveI can't stand thoughtlessness. <br /><br /><br /><br />hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-66448382586928673662011-08-03T23:12:00.003-07:002011-08-03T23:12:21.094-07:00Bye Bye California 2I already miss my brother. He really is an amazing person. A thousand times more patient than I. He puts up with a lot that I could never. I hope he has the opportunity to leave home soon. He deserves it more than I do, but I know that isn't his personality. After this vacation with some truly idiotic teenagers, I realize that he has an excellent head on his shoulders. The only quality he is missing is the drive to go after what he wants. Ultimately, that's one of the biggest differences between the two of us.<br /><br />Living at home with him for a year was really nice. He definitely made the transition home much friendlier. Especially with all the crap that went on with Ong Ngoai, without him there I think I might have gone crazy. As soon as he's 21, I'm flying him out to NYC to show him how to live.<br /><br /><br /><br />hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-89068702915482912202011-08-03T23:12:00.001-07:002011-08-03T23:12:05.460-07:00"It's called the past cause I'm gettin' past" - Alicia Keys<br /><br /><br /><br />hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-11041269681613969262011-07-15T10:52:00.000-07:002011-07-15T10:53:56.582-07:00Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 (2011)Sigh. The end of an era. It actually makes me feel pretty sad. I feel like I grew up with Harry. I was at just the right age when the books came out, that I traveled through Hogwarts with him. I have to say this was my favorite of the films. I cried and cried and cried during Fred's death. Damn, that was really depressing. I think I have to reread the books now. I am confused that the film insinuated that Snape was Harry's mother. Or something along those lines...<br />
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Also, I was thrown off by the portrayal of Dumbledore. In the pensieve scene, Dumbledore looks like such an a-hole. Raising Harry like a lamb to be slaughtered at the right time, but shortly after, he's a nice guy again during Harry's limbo scene. I was confused.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-83071689362421638102011-07-14T14:28:00.001-07:002011-07-14T14:28:28.331-07:00Groove Theory - Tell Me<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/THtqUDitQ4I?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
Such a classic. I love throwback days.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-57227144657576630632011-07-13T09:23:00.000-07:002011-07-13T09:23:23.619-07:00My Future<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/62611Prep1_9305Web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/62611Prep1_9305Web.jpg" width="425" /></a></div><br />
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I will become this man. It is like looking into my future.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-37285202189744999642011-07-05T23:44:00.000-07:002011-07-05T23:45:27.565-07:00I Can Do Bad All By Myself (2009)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/2QPuvgGgvyM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
I can watch this movie over and over again and not get tired. I relate so well to Taraji's character. I feel like I'm watching a black, fabulous version of myself. It reminds me to check myself, not to be selfish.<br />
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Also, Brian White. Hello.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-44452930374533185972011-07-05T19:41:00.001-07:002011-07-05T19:50:54.699-07:00It's FunnyWhat used to be the world to you in the past, can barely be a memory today.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626211958876542495.post-262192910744794172011-07-04T11:10:00.001-07:002011-07-04T11:10:13.053-07:00OceanI've been dreaming about being in the ocean a lot lately. I think it's a sign.hellotherefriendhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11391527840301147808noreply@blogger.com0