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Name: Raymond
Birthday: 7/11/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: Chilling out back,
Relaxing all cool,
shooting some b-ball outside of the school,
when a couple of guys up to no good,
Starting making trouble in my neighborhood....
Y'all know the rest...
Making Mischief,
Causing Disturbances in the Ripple of Life,
Male Deliquency.
Picking my Nose,
Scratching my Ass,
Singing in the Shower,
Dancing when Nobody is Watching.
Relaxing w/ a beer and Watching a game
Basketball
Baseball
Spending Time w/ Friends
and Having a GOOD TIME.
Music, mixing, composing, singing, writing, and playing.
Expertise: Being Me...
and that's a TOUGH JOB!!
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
AIM:  paraynoia43
Member Since:
11/11/2003
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Thank You Everybody!!
Thank you for all the
wonderful phone calls, comments, and texts.
I had a wonderful
birthday because of all the love.
Especially, my good
bro, Ashwin, who called me from the other side of the globe
Totally made my day. Good talking to ya bro.
Special shout outs to
Fabi and Sam for making xanga dedications.
To Jin and Richie(Dick),
thanks for the bday dinner.
You guys are the
best!!
No, I didn’t have my
Birfday party yet.
I am postponing the P-A-R-T-Y
when I get back from….
Hawaii.
(July 14-21)
Yayyyy!!
I will keep you all
posted for the BIGGEST PARTY of the summer.
Until then….
Aloha~!
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Oh god, it is definitely time for an update….
Life Lessons of 2005 (Better
Late Than Never):
The complexities of
life are truly a mysterious privilege to behold.
As another tumultuous year hangs up its withered coat, it is
time for the cliché, life reflecting existential update that goes hand in hand
like an olive and a martini.
Yes, it is time to take out the superfluous trash that
exists with the monkeys that grind the gears in my head and push delete on my
mental recycle bin.
And like monkeys who fling their poo, I’m going to fling
these wasteful thoughts at you, my faithful simian associates.
A two part saga: (Apparently, Xanga readers are intimidated
with words without voyeuristic pictures of drunken debauchery; hence, I will
try to alleviate the pain with two entries and a promise for buttloads of
pictures in the future to come)  
What have I learned in 2005?
The 2005 year was met with many life learning experiences. Starting off with a crazy New Year’s Eve last
year, I knew that this year would be a rollercoaster of emotional
experiences. I feel I have learned, by
far, the most about myself and life in these past twelve months. There were many challenges in the beginning
that needed to be fixed within me that I had to battle alone. I needed to fight my strongest opponent:
myself.
In a sense, with the coming of my age, came the sense of
maturity that was inevitable to follow.
I think this year I have learned to be more
independent. I have begun to be
responsible for paying bills, cooking and cleaning for myself. Yet, independence
for me strikes fear into my heart like a 5 year old scared of the boogie man. However,
I have learned that in the journey of getting to know ourselves, we must learn
the path of one. I have found that a
soul searching solitary confinement of one’s reflections can often unlock many
hidden doors to finding our purpose. I
have on many occasions felt this existential connection staring out into stars
that soothes a weary wandering, searching soul.
Quiet nights at home have been my thing for a while. I like taking slower steps and taking deeper
breathes. I have found that everyone is
always rushing to finish things and racing against an internal clock set to
explode like a trite cheesy spy thriller plot.
I agree, life is short, but what good is life without really
living. Taking the time to slow down, to
suck the marrow out of life, or to gaze out towards the evening sky adorned
with the sea of lights that all miraculously came together as you breathe in
its awe inspiring wonder, gives you a sense of validation. And that moment has no time. No clock to own you, no marathon to finish,
and no deadline to meet. All that
matters is absorbing this rare moment. No chains bind you and no thoughts
hinder you. You are free….
First Lesson:
Independence
does not always equal loneliness.
Regular self reflection is healthy for soul and mind. We will strive to
be better people if we understand our strengths and flaws. You are your greatest enemy and closest
friend.
Take care everyone and a belated happy new year to all. I have many goals and high hopes for success
this year. This is going to be a most
excellent adventure.  
Next time: The Trinity
of Relationships: Love, Family, and Friends
As always,
Peace, Love, and Seoul.
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| Oh, you know how we dooooooooo....... KCN 2006
compliments of AP:
interested? what do u think? let me know.
drop it like itz hot..
Peace, Love, and Seoul.
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| Since I've had a loonnnngggg day doing L.i.N.K. stuff today. I
smell like galbi and I'm effin 'tired. So, I think i'll just post
something that I found that made me laugh. Cheers!!
Warning**: Foul Language ahead. Flippin hilarity to follow.
Title: Go Drink Tea, Whore.
Remember the book 'Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus?' Well,
here's a prime example offered by an English professor at Penn.
"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story.
The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person
sitting to his or her immediate right. One of you will then write the
first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first
paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person
will then add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to
re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story
coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking and anything you wish to
say must be written on the paper. The story is over when both agree a
conclusion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of my English students:
Rebecca -last name deleted, and Gary - last name deleted.
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STORY:
(First paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now
reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he
liked chamomile.
But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His
possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much
her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the
question.
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(Second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron
now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about
than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with
whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to
Geostation 17, he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar
orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could
sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a
hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent
him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
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(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt
one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who
had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its
pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4.
"Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel,"
Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously
excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her
youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no
newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of
innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her.
"Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
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(Gary)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live.
Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched
the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy
peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty
through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the
hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race.
Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships
were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the
entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their
diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere
unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret Mobile submarine
headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the
inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie
and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the
conference table.
"We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
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(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My
writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.
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(Gary)
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at
writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have
chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F*CKING TEA??? Oh no,
I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."
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(Rebecca)
Asshole.
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(Gary)
Bitch.
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(Rebecca)
Wanker.
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(Gary)
Slut.
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(Rebecca)
Get f*cked.
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(Gary)
Eat sh*t.
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(Rebecca)
F*CK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!
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(Gary)
Go drink some tea - whore.
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(Teacher)
A+ - I really liked this one.
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Ahaha, too funny. Expect a real update soon to ensue.
Don't worry I promise the next entry will have stuff like big pictures,
flashing lights, and possibly a dancing monkey. But, for now:
Peace, Love, and Seoul
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Winter Cometh and Taketh Away:
As the rolling credits of another eventful weekend starts to
appear on the horizon with the final ticking seconds of a calm recovering
Sunday, I am met with a contemplative serenity reminiscent of an early dew
kissed morning slowly emerging from the covers of its bed.
There is clarity for once in my thoughts like a Craig David ballad
riff. With all of the life changes in the past couple of months, I have been scrambling
to get some order like a bunch of kindergartners in a fire drill. I also have learned that it is very difficult
to change your habits regardless if they are good or bad. But I am human and I endure the journey.
Recently, I felt like my mind was clouded
with unneeded stress and I just needed some time for myself to press backspace.
I couldn’t have done it without such
strong support from other people. I believe
that is my ultimate realization this weekend.
Hanging out with so many different types of people, meeting new faces,
and getting to know familiar ones is a beautiful thing.
I made a long awaited trip to the land of
crown and Marlborough menthols this
weekend a.k.a. K-town. I have to say, I missed her. And I admit I loved every single second of it
like a fat kid that likes cake. I had an
awesome time. I met some interesting
characters and some crazy fun cats who I hope to hang out with real soon. I will definitely be back. Thanks everybody it was exactly what I needed
to clear my thoughts. There is a new
chapter in my book that is forming and I like what I see. Who wants to help me write the rest? I am filled with unwavering excitement. The cold winter is coming, but my heart is warm.
And I am happy.
And I don’t even know why.
I just thought that I would like to share that with
everyone.
I hope this is inspirational to anyone else.
Have a nice day.
And as always,
Peace, Love, and Seoul.
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