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  <title>Yet another POOR SOUL who figures that WE CARE</title>
  <subtitle>2-L LOSER!</subtitle>
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    <name>hobo parko</name>
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  <updated>2007-06-19T16:29:56Z</updated>
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    <title>cyberparko @ 2007-06-19T09:26:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-19T16:29:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-19T16:29:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Recently, I've been giving some thought as to who I know today I'll be in touch with 20-30 years down the line.  Hard to say, I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna develop this thought some more, but I just realized that I have to get going...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:72782</id>
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    <title>So...</title>
    <published>2007-06-05T23:38:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-05T23:48:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So the Germany thing I guess never really worked out.  The pay wasn't all that enticing, and having to live in a foreign country where I don't know how to speak the language seemed kinda overwhelming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm in Claremont for the summer, makin' cool math demos and playing with old ones.  It's like I get paid to play with stuff.  Not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past 5-6 months have been the same.  School: intense.  Me: grumpy as evah.  Nothing too major going on in my life, except maybe that I've really gotten to know people (both in good and bad ways).  Some people surprised me in a good way, while others really disappointed me.  But whuteva.  That's life.  I don't want to get into too many specifics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm kinda back...I don't know if I'm gonna stick around.  I've been thinkin' of migrating to something that offers me more flexibility in terms of layout and content management, but this summer looks like it's going to be pretty packed, so I don't know if I'll manage to get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one last thing...my computer died.  Damn thing.  Oh well.  We had a good 3 years.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:72539</id>
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    <title>So it's been a while</title>
    <published>2007-06-04T04:43:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-04T04:43:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Does anyone read this anymore?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:72355</id>
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    <title>Summer in Germany?</title>
    <published>2007-01-11T03:07:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-11T03:07:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Apparently, the German govt is sponsoring summer research programs for foreign students.  It sounds very tempting.  The pay isn't all that great, but spending a summer immersing myself in a different culture sounds thrilling.  I'm not sure, though.  I don't really have any connections there, and I don't speak the language.  Yes, no, what should I do?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:72131</id>
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    <title>cyberparko @ 2007-01-08T18:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-09T00:43:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-09T00:43:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I forgot to mention yesterday that for perhaps the 5th or 6th time in my life, I shaved off my sideburns.  It feels weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than one week to go, and I haven't quite finished learning the piano piece that I set out to master at the start of winter break.  What a disappointment.  Ah well.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:71876</id>
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    <title>soo tired</title>
    <published>2007-01-08T05:48:03Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-08T05:48:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Radiohead - Planet Telex</lj:music>
    <content type="html">It's been a while.  I guess a long update is in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's winter break, and I have a week left before I go back to school.  I can't say I'm too thrilled 'bout the idea of going back.  Academically, this semester will probably be the most challenging not only 'cause of the shear number of units I'm taking (19.5!!!), but also 'cause so many of these classes are upper div classes.  I have a feeling I'm gonna die.  Aside from academics, I also have to say that there are some people I'm not too excited 'bout seein' when I go back, but whuteva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I finally went to a dermatologist to 'cause of this skin condition that's been bothering me for a long time now.  I forget what he said...I think he called it "atopia" or something like that.  Essentially, it's some weird allergic-like reaction to changes in climate 'n whatever.  He left me with 7 different kinds of creams, 2 different pills, and told me to use a crapload of lotion to keep my skin constantly moist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda worried 'bout what I'm gonna do over the summer.  Los Alamos is out of the picture.  I'm too lazy to do any paper search to find some person who'd be willing to sponsor me largely 'cause the damn summer program is geared for grad students...although some undergrads do get accepted, I don't want to spend the entire summer in the company of people who're a helluva lot older than I am.  Perhaps I'll ask some profs back at school if they have somethn.  That, or I can always ask some family friends to see if they have any kinda jobs/internships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been years since I've heard Radiohead.  It's kinda weird coming back to it.  These song evoke certain memories and feelings from the past that I forgot 'bout.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:71484</id>
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    <title>cyberparko @ 2006-11-21T01:17:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-21T08:17:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-21T08:17:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can't believe it's been about a month since my last post.  Time sure has a funny way of passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month has been nothing but hell.  Things down in Guatemala with my family aren't so great, and they've started to affect me in a lot of ways.  My grades have suffered, I've been a lot more exhausted than before, and I've just become numb to so many things.  Many hours have gone by when I just sat around doing nothing but worrying and hoping for the best.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.  I'll be fine.  Just gimme time.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:71230</id>
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    <title>my dad</title>
    <published>2006-10-26T06:38:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-26T06:38:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So the insurance company says the car is beyond repairs, and they're suggesting that my dad get a new car.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:71000</id>
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    <title>we're all islands</title>
    <published>2006-10-26T06:17:46Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-26T06:18:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It seems that a lot of people have decided to give up socializing in order to get more sleep and get work done, myself included.  I'm sure this'll significantly help my grades, but so what?  I'll choose friends over grades any day.  Well, most days.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:70829</id>
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    <title>cyberparko @ 2006-10-24T23:59:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-25T07:03:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-25T07:03:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That previous entry may have been a bit cryptic.  Sorry for keepin' u folks out of the loop.  Considering the public nature of this journal, there are limits to the kind of information I may be willing to divulge here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really burned out right now.  Physically, emotionally, mentally.  As if things couldn't get any worse, my dad was in a car accident a few days ago.  He managed to get away with just a few scratches, but the front of the car supposedly got destroyed.  No one else got hurt.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:70653</id>
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    <title>it's nothing more than a facade</title>
    <published>2006-10-18T15:11:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-18T15:35:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was really disgusted with myself yesterday.  It's strange how the world I see is flippin' itself upside down as a lot of things in my life are pretty much going to hell.  But it didn't sink in.  It still hasn't.  I go on living, pretending to be my old self, antagonizing people, joking around.  Yet everything is not okay.  I disgust myself.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:70284</id>
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    <title>cyberparko @ 2006-10-01T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-02T06:11:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-02T06:11:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Classes, tests, life sux, blah blah blah.  That's pretty much what I was going to write about.  But that's pretty much all I ever write about.  I should try something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just doesn't feel right.  I'm probably feeling paranoid for no apparent reason.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:69965</id>
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    <title>an e-mail to my dorm</title>
    <published>2006-09-11T06:55:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-11T06:55:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So as South's food rep, I'm the guy you come to if you have any suggestions for improving your dining experiences here at Mudd.  If you find pubic hair in your omelette, feel they should replace steak night with jumbo shrimp night, or have any other kinds of issues, come and talk to me.  We'll have green tea, discuss whatever it is that's bothering you, and I'll braid your hair.  Maybe I'll throw in a foot rub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you wanna complain about the food here, just shoot me a freakin' e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hyung Joo "quotes between my name are f***ing stupid" Park</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:69682</id>
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    <title>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</title>
    <published>2006-09-10T07:06:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-10T07:06:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So Keane, the British blokes who're better than Coldplay, was supposed to perform at the Greek in 4 weeks.  But they cancelled their freakin' concerts 'cause the lead singer has drug problems.  NOOOOOOO.  How could they....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:69392</id>
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    <title>I want my mother******* snakes on 'em mother******* planes!</title>
    <published>2006-08-19T03:52:16Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-19T03:52:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I probably wont get to watch Snakes on a Plane for another two weeks.  Noooo...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:69153</id>
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    <title>Random discovery</title>
    <published>2006-08-14T05:07:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-14T05:11:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">At the end of Master and Commander: Far Side of the World, the captain and the doctor play a piece where they take their instruments and strum them like guitars.  I searched through the internet to find it, and discovered it's called "La Musica Notturna Delle Strade Di Madrid".  What's really cool is that it's by Luigi Boccherini...I'm sure some of you folks don't really care 'bout or know who he is, but I've been a fan of his string quintets for a while now.  So yeah, I'm happy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:69021</id>
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    <title>fine...</title>
    <published>2006-08-10T03:41:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-10T03:41:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I wont make this journal friends-only.  But if you wanna read some of my old entries, you're gonna have to become my friend (creepy, I know).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have a major headache.  I've had it since I woke up from my nap.  Why is it that when I take naps, I sometimes wake up not feeling refreshed at all, but completely disoriented with a throbbing headache?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:68766</id>
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    <title>wow</title>
    <published>2006-08-04T04:59:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-04T05:00:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was expecting at least one person to react to my proposal (then again, I'm full of myself).  Well, you folks have spoken (or not spoken, in this case).  As I see no objections, THIS JOURNAL IS NOW FOR FRIENDS ONLY.  If you want to read about my life, you're going to have to get my permission.  Not that it's going to be much, anyway, considering that I got myself a REAL journal and I find it to be a better outlet for my thoughts.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:68433</id>
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    <title>creepy</title>
    <published>2006-08-03T03:54:44Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-03T03:57:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So lately I've been debating whether I should make this journal accessible to friends only.  That would require you (the reader) to become a livejournal user, and I'd have to add you as a friend.  For all you stalkers who like to read about my life and want to continue doing so, now would be a good time to talk to me...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:42056</id>
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    <title>cyberparko @ 2005-02-15T22:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-16T06:18:13Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-16T06:18:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I have a psych test tomorrow, and I don't really feel like studying for it.  All I can think of at the moment is how much the discrete test is gonna suck.  Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last Friday was me birthday, and like every other Mudder, I was showered.  There was one wave of people that came by at around dinner time to attempt to shower me, but they made it so obvious that they wanted to do it, so I snuck into my room and locked myself in for a while.  After they dispersed, I went to dinner, played some games, read, until another group showed up, except they came to my room.  D'oh!  So I didn't struggle (what's the point?), and I was blasted with hot, cold, warm, cold water.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to do something really stupid today...step on my glasses.  In PFD, we were playing handball, and I got to the goal, ready to shoot.  My glasses came off, and I was like, meh, screw 'em, I can pick 'em up later...little did I realize that I set myself up so that after I jumped and threw the ball, I would land on my glasses.  We scored, though, so I guess it was sorta worth it.  They were my favorite pair...maybe I can get 'em fixed when I go back home in a month.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:41983</id>
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    <title>damn</title>
    <published>2005-02-11T05:59:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-11T05:59:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Brian Greene, the dude who wrote the Elegant Universe, came to CMC to give a talk...AND I MISSED IT!  That's the price I pay for not reading all my college-related e-mails.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DE midterm tomorrow...followed by physics on Tuesday, Psych on Wednesday, Discrete take home on Thursday, and Chem on Friday.  Something tells me the next seven days are gonna be slightly painful.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:41566</id>
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    <title>major crisis</title>
    <published>2005-02-04T05:12:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-04T05:12:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">no, not major as in "HUGE".  i mean college major.  i don't know what to major in.  haha.  stupid discrete.  but i've been doing some soul-searching, and i find myself wanting to do physics, maybe some comp sci...i don't know.  i gots lots of thinking to do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:41402</id>
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    <title>crap crap crap</title>
    <published>2005-01-30T11:26:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-30T11:26:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Mondays are crappy to begin with, 'cause they're the first day of the week...but if you folks think your Mondays suck, well, check this out: I managed to schedule everything so that I'm pretty much busy from 9AM to 9PM.  That freakin' means I have to do all my homework for Tuesday by Sunday.  Bah!  I can't wait 'til this semester is over in what...4 months?  FUCK.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:41102</id>
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    <title>Should be doing discrete homework but...</title>
    <published>2005-01-30T06:46:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-30T06:46:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...it's too f-ing hard!  Combinatorial proofs are a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, jerk chicken is good.  I got some jerk seasoning from Abby, and since South usually lights up a grill every Saturday for burgers, I bought some chicken, jerked it, and grilled it.  Mmm...I think I'll do this every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to more discrete!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cyberparko:40872</id>
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    <title>Another reason for not liking Guatemala</title>
    <published>2005-01-27T08:35:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-27T08:35:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For the second part of my "I dislike Guatemala" series, I shall talk about violence and whatnot.  I should be studying discrete right now, but I say the hell with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I first went to Guatemala in 1991, the leftist guerilla folks were fighting the government.  Not really sure why (the whole thing was triggered by the overthrow of Arbenz by the CIA, but that event wasn't the reason why the guerillas had their beef with the government)...but anyway, these guerillas, they needed some way of financing their operations, and one of the ways they raised money was through kidnapping people.  A lot of people I knew got kidnapped, some were even killed, during the short time I was there from '91-'92.  This was a helluva great way to scare the shit out of a 5 year old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and add the fact that our house was huge...there were nights when we thought someone was trying to break in, although fortunately, it only turned out to be a cat or the wind messin' around with the door.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, a lot of folks I knew suffered some horrible ordeals.  And even when the guerillas and the government settled their differences, and the guerillas decided to become a political party, it still wasn't safe.  Crime became rampant.  My parents were involved in "skirmishes" with some unpleasant folks, and a lot of people we knew still were being kidnapped, murdered, etc.  My parents had their car radios stolen at least 3 times, two of which were stolen within a period of 2 weeks.</content>
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