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Samurai style he roll up! Rolling up with a Kitana in his hand!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm off the A.D.D meditation now. Conclusion: I shall not take medication that will cause other symptoms while I'm trying to cure "one" symptom. Even though I knew the side-affects, I just wanted to see how it would personally affect me. That's my report.&lt;/div&gt;
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What have I been up to lately? I'm still going for my architecture degree. I'm living with two of my friends, both are fashion design major, one from Peru and the other from Vietnam (I'm half Vietnamese! If you didn't know--now you know). I believe our living arrangement is decent--the house we are staying in is a large southern style house dated back to 1913. It has 3 bedrooms and 3.5 bathrooms, which I believe is nice since all 3 of us have our own bathroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I also found a job at Miyabi, which is a chain of Japanese hibachi and sushi bar restaurant, but I recently quited because business was slow and I wasn't making a lot of money there. Basically, you can't make a living solely from working at Miyabi--one would have to pick up additional jobs due to inflation. I worked at a Thai restaurant that paid me $2 hourly, but I kept all my tips and I easily made $100 in tips a night. Working at Miyabi I lose 60% of my tips, for example, if I made $150 in tips (which I have) I would have to tip the sushi chief 50%. I'm then left with $75 but I would have to futher &amp;nbsp;tip out 10% to whomever helped me like the bartender if my customers ordered alcohol; ultimately, in the end I'm left with $67 while getting paid $3 hourly. So, when business is slow it sucks!&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, I'm going to start making and selling my paintings around Savannah. I just have to go to city hall and get a business license. If anyone ever visited my website at www.ink-um.com, which is currently down. I have to update my website with new artwork and work on my portfolio. A couple of friends are willing to help promote me, so I don't need an art-dealer helping me promote and sell my paintings. I &amp;nbsp;plan on starting a painting project in the year 2012. The project is called &lt;b&gt;Introspection: Earth and Society.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Speaking of design work, I'm currently working on designing a logo/sign for my family friend's restaurant. I used to work at this place--good pay too. It's a nice locally own family restaurant that serves Japanese and Thai food. Please visit their website at &lt;a href="http://www.kobeasian.com/"&gt;www.kobeasian.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are located in Nashville, TN near the international airport.&lt;/div&gt;
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What else have I been up to? Oh yeah, I'm starting a new relationship with a guy that I think is very sweet and a gentleman. The most important thing is we both give each other freedom to do whatever we want without annoying jealousy and paranoia, which is ideal because I don't have time for relationship. So let's see how &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; asexual handles this guy.&lt;/div&gt;
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Next blog will be my analysis of Savannah....this is going to be fun. À bientôt mes amis!&lt;/div&gt;
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~Ink'um (peace and love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-7306722126401002629?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My cousin took me out to the club in Atlanta--the image is of the bruises that I got. I have no clue how I got these bruises. There's a huge bruise on my hip and back. As much as I had fun, I wish I could remember that night. I will say this: "children don't do as Ink-Um do." &lt;br /&gt;
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Right now, I'm on "winter break" from Savanah College of Art and Design (SCAD). I haven't fully assessed my experience at SCAD, but I will say this, it hasn't been a great experience. Coming from a State University, I assumed this well marketed private art school would be better than a State University, but I am sorely wrong. My major, architecture, is the toughest here at SCAD, but architecture in general is a hard major, it has been recorded on the Guinness World Record as being one of the hardest major. I'm not complaining about the major or course load, more than anything, I'm complaining about how its faulty members and administration systems...for lack of a better word--sucks! I had a horrible experience with a professor summer quarter, now fall quarter I'm feeling apathetic. Why try when professors are in a position to grade you base on their own personal feeling. If only professors theses days can grade subjectively and assess how much you've learned. I will analyze my experience with SCAD in another blog. I'm too tired at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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In 2010, I ALMOST became a victim to a scam that was taking place on CareerBuilder.Org. For those that are unfamiliar with CareerBuilder.Org, it's a website that allows employers to post job opening and potential employees would post their resumè and contact information. I posted my resumè and contact information on CareerBuilder.Org for a "customer service representative" position, but was contacted by an employer for a "payment processing" position. The scam that was taking place on CareerBuilder.Org involves an elaborate scheme of the employer stating they "have clients oversea...your job is to process a payment...you'll receive a percentile commission for processing some checks...," but what really happens is you'll receive a bad check to deposit into a bank account (basically wiring money into the account). They then proceed to hack into the account and take the money. The bank will hold the victim responsible for the missing funds. &lt;br /&gt;
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I started blogging about scams when a suspicious mail was sent to my then resident. I posted a link about this incident. Please click on the link and read the post before you proceed to read the entire blog.&lt;a href="http://ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com/2010/07/beware-of-scam-standard-links-alliance.html"&gt; "Fake Lottery Scam and Career Builder Scam"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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By now, I will assume you have read my previous post about "Fake Lottery Scam and CareerBuilder Scam." This is what I notice happened in chronological order: first I was offered a "payment processing" job on CareerBuilder.Org, second a mail was sent to my resident about winning a lottery, and third I'm receiving a call from a law firm called William Siegal &amp;amp; Associates.&lt;br /&gt;
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In 2011, I started receiving phone calls in the month of June and August from a law firm called William Siegal &amp;amp; Associates. The guy on the phone had a thick foreign accent. If I were to pin-point his country of origin, I would say he is from India or Pakistan. He tried to get me to verify my information e.g. the last four digits of my social security number, my birthday, and my address. I refused to him give any information until he stated his business with me. Please read this article, it explains the tactics of this company from others &lt;a href="http://www.ripoffreport.com/collection-agency-s/william-w-siegel-ass/william-w-siegel-associates-9fa62.htm"&gt;Rip-Off-Report: William Siegal &amp;amp; Associates&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend then called me because a mail was sent to my previous resident. She stated the mail was from a company called William Siegal &amp;amp; Associates, and in the letter it stated that I owe a debt from T-Mobile. The ironic thing that makes me want to laugh is I don't owe T-Mobile anything. The question remains: why is a "law firm" acting like a collection agency? The job of collection agency is to buy debt from companies that have clients who defaulted on their loan. If a collection agency contacted you about an outstanding balance, you have the rights to demand the original sign copy of the agreement. If the agency cannot provide you with this information than you are not responsible for that amount. This outline how debt collection agency should behave: &lt;a href="http://www.ftc.gov/bcp/edu/pubs/consumer/credit/cre27.pdf"&gt;Fair Debt Collection Practice Act&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I went on the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) website and found of list of e-scams and scams. This particular scam is titled, "Telephone Collection Scam Related to Delinquent Payday Loans" and the link I post outline more related scams&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.fbi.gov/scams-safety/e-scams"&gt;New E-Scams &amp;amp; Warning&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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This debt collection scam is different from other scam because the criminals have sensitive information about you like your social security number, address, birth-date, and they even know your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you get contacted by a debt collection agency and something is not right:&lt;br /&gt;
1. You must contact the three main credit bureau Transunion, Experian, and Equifax. They will be able to put a fraud alert on your social security.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Contact your banking institution and let them know what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Contact your the local police if you feel like you're in danger (Also contact the local FBI in your State or City.)&lt;br /&gt;
4. File a complaint with the FBI.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Most importantly record any information e.g. the letters you receive, record the phone calls, record the date and event that takes place.&lt;br /&gt;
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I strongly know that the scam is on a international level in various locations. It's a ring of petty criminals
 with elaborate systems of gaining accessing to banking institutions and
 stealing the money. It's the same ring of criminals who creatively 
comes up with different ways of scamming from payment processing on 
careerbuilder.org, fake lottery, fake debt collection, and fake 
government grant money. In my case, my first point of contact was through CareerBuilder.Org where my resumè was posted.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would not be surprise if the criminals have access to the victims' friends and family contact information. I mentioned this because a friend of mine mentioned s/he was contacted by a lady with a foreign accent from the Middle East; furthermore, the lady stated that my friend won a government grant. This is a government grant scam.&lt;br /&gt;
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Since this is an international crime, the location of the criminals may be hard to pin-point; however, through deductive reasoning I can say they are located in America, Britain, Australia, Egypt, Lebanon, Sudan and South Sudan, India, Pakistan, and Nigeria. (Possibly in Eastern Europe too)&lt;br /&gt;
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I wouldn't be surprise if they happen to be hanging around victims or in close physical proximity--just observing them. &lt;br /&gt;
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All right be careful people! Remember to always questions people's motive. I would rather trust a heavily tattooed punk than a prim-and-press business suit type, because sadly society tend to label people that as criminals by their appearance. What society needs to watch out for is the sneaky-snake "white collar" crime that taking place under their nose.&lt;br /&gt;
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Till next time...&lt;br /&gt;
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~Ink-um&lt;br /&gt;
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In your limited expression you cannot love like I can.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not afraid to madly fall in love, for a special someone.&lt;br /&gt;
I'll give eternity.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want your heart and soul, then promise me eternity.&lt;br /&gt;
In your limited humanity you cannot love like I can.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not afraid to madly fall in love, for a special someone.&lt;br /&gt;
I'll give eternity.&lt;br /&gt;
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For a special boy&lt;br /&gt;
 For a special girl&lt;br /&gt;
For a special one&lt;br /&gt;
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 I'm not afraid to madly fall in love. My eyes pierce through the veils of illusion.&lt;br /&gt;
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 Bring yourself higher to my dimension because it's eternity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's the leg hanging loosely from the side with its screws loose and detached from the side.&lt;br /&gt;
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The metal clamp is suppose to be screwed tightly into these holes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2jtONoCqrBmOB562ALDbK-m3K7z2WHK0XRBpq5VPXYY?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MLglnBU1pqo/TgAONt1JDUI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eLFeaZtsPHU/s400/2011-06-20%25252017.17.54.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The clamp, that is my heart, is in pieces.&amp;nbsp;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;T ~ T )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Holistically you can see the damage that I caused.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like salt that has been poured into an open wound, I found that I shredded the adjustable leg's end joint while trying to repair the loose screws.&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing I hate in this world is when someone messes with something I've created or damaged tools. For instance, I was beyond livid when someone stole a 3D model of my building. I could've murdered someone (I won't but I'll seriously hurt 'em). I'm just lamenting the death of my baby...easel.&lt;br /&gt;
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All silliness aside, I can fix the damn easel.&lt;br /&gt;
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On to a topic that's more important to me--SUSTAINABILITY, EARTH, TECHNOLOGY, ECONOMICS, AND HUMANITY. Right now, my mind is jumbled, so in my next blog entry I want to discuss those topics along with a strange lucid dream I had. Now if I attempt to release my thoughts, I'll end up writing an incoherent entry that readers will not understand. I have Attention Deficit Disorder (A.D.D) and I understand that people will not be able to understand the wiring of my mind. As well...I don't believe in medicating oneself because drugs tends to have unwanted side effects. For example, I just recently went to my family doctor and asked to be put on Adderall. Mind you, I haven't taken them yet because I was worried about the side effects. The side effects are slow growth, seizures, blurred vision, headache, stomach ache, insomnia (I suffer from this already!), decrease appetite, nervousness, and dizziness; however, I want to see if this medication can slow down my thought process so I'll be able to do things one at a time and complete the current task with all of my attention. I have a tendency to do multiple tasks at once, even as I'm typing this entry, I'm doing other tasks then coming back to type.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;My mom and I practice universal healing or Reiki, and we don't believe in this kind of treatment (always opting for a more eastern approach like acupuncture, acupressure, cupping, and herbal medicine); therefore, mom never allowed me to be on Ritalin or Adderall when I was younger, and I function perfectly fine without it. Nonetheless, I'm curious to see how I function under the medication. I'll try to chronicle myself under this medication, but I'm not promising anything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~Ink'um&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-5890367494770959778?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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with tattoos on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;
standing there with nothing on.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm gonna teach him how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Say, "Oo, girl!" I shocked him with electric eel.&lt;br /&gt;
Baby boy, I'll turn you on with this electric feel.&lt;br /&gt;
_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'll win and thrive higher! higher!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am not a word. I cannot be define.&lt;br /&gt;
I do not fly because I am levitation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Get ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Get ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;
______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My name is Inky. All so kinky (lol no I'm not--it rhymes).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All eyes on me when I walk in...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't hate me 'cause I'm weeeird.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't hate me 'cause I'm weeeird.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My walk&lt;br /&gt;
My talk&lt;br /&gt;
The way I dress. It's not my fault so please don't stare.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do the Inky Girl Rock!&lt;br /&gt;
_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I need a bad bitch--Angelina Jolie!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is for my wife.&lt;br /&gt;
This is for my wife.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This is for my BFF.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Would you like some rice with that?&lt;br /&gt;
There's really no ice with that!&lt;br /&gt;
____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's parallelism.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm stuck in your dimension.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Catch me.&lt;br /&gt;
I think I'm falling.&lt;br /&gt;
Can you catch me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My mind is made up.&lt;br /&gt;
____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I pray for you&lt;br /&gt;
like a pray-mantis. &lt;br /&gt;
I'm a beast when I feast.&lt;br /&gt;
___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;
but I'm here now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O_o looks like we're alone now.&lt;br /&gt;
You're gonna be scared and run now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Allow me to bake you cake.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Let me break this cake.&lt;br /&gt;
__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Seriously...this is not a serious post. This is an A.D.D. moment where I butchered some lyrics from songs I listen to.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~Ink'um&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-3644481752264627048?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
While I stayed up late finishing up my homework for classes, Youtube flashed the message of an 8.9 earthquake striking Japan, so I've been following the news since Friday 1:00 a.m Eastern Standard time, and I was horrified at the video's live streaming of the devastation. My main concern right now are the survivors, if there's any way you can contribute to help Japan please do so. The survivors need essential supplies.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm worried about Japan's future because of the earthquake, tsunami, and now threat from nuclear plants. I have friends who have family in Japan and my Aunt's husband is Japanese, so I empathize. After studying the fault lines around around Japan, I wish I can tell the Japanese to try to survive and move away from Japan in the future. While Japan tries to rebuild, my main concern is succession of earthquakes bombarding Japan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I encourage you guys to help in any way possible. I'll link foundations that are helping Japan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Please don't act like helping people is hard--it's quite easy!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://www.mobilegiving.org/'&gt;www.mobilegiving.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a target='_blank' href='http://american.redcross.org/site/PageServer?pagename=ntld_main&amp;amp;s_src=RSG000000000&amp;amp;s_subsrc=RCO_NewsArticle'&gt;American.redcross.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a target='_blank' href='https://www.mercycorps.org/donate/japan?source=55400&amp;gclid=CNSWtbGjzKcCFUta2godgnSZCQ'&gt;https://www.mercycorps.org/donate/japan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~Ink'um&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, this man's story makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not the type of person to "look down" on anyone. I don't care if you're rich, poor, famous, not famous, sane, insane you all are going to be treated with respect by me. If the concept of God is an "all loving" being, then I would like to have the capacity to love like God. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~Ink'um ☤&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-2232091618726016967?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm not afraid to let things go when I believe it's time to move on. Eventually, I will move on and have to shut down this blog.

Anyway, I posted this funny videos. Enjoy!

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Commentary:&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm an art student, and I find this video funny. I will admit, I have left the house without combing or straighten my hair when I'm late or in a rush. I have naturally large spiral of curls (got it from my grandmother), so without proper maintenance, my hair will look like Diana Ross.&lt;br /&gt;
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The guy in the video is kindda sexy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Commentary:&lt;br /&gt;
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Wow, guys in tight pants...nothing gay about that. This is what I'll say to guys that wear tight pants: WEAR WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT! Dedicated to the guy that like to wear tight pants.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm going to blaze his name. Tony, I remembered when you wore those tight pants. Don't kick my azz for blazing ur name. ahahahahah. (I'm bored)&lt;br /&gt;
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~Ink'um&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-3810367341812650343?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since yesterday my body was going through a phase, and I'm back in alignment with this feminine force.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~Ink'um&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-5076775038111181914?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I looked at you and smile.&lt;br /&gt;
That stoic heart love I'll heal.&lt;br /&gt;
Just take my hand and don't ask me where.&lt;br /&gt;
Let go.&lt;br /&gt;
Why the tear?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You tell me you're scared.&lt;br /&gt;
Holding on to what little control.&lt;br /&gt;
I tell you this what it feels like to care.&lt;br /&gt;
I'll take you, body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;
Let go.&lt;br /&gt;
What's with that glare?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You tell me you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;
I whisper there is no logic.&lt;br /&gt;
Trust me, I'll be your helping hand.&lt;br /&gt;
What you feel is magic.&lt;br /&gt;
Let go.&lt;br /&gt;
Why are you hesitating?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Give into me.&lt;br /&gt;
I hold your hand tighter; there is no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;
We fly across the sea.&lt;br /&gt;
Into the black.&lt;br /&gt;
Do you see the stars in my eyes? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take you deeper into a trance.&lt;br /&gt;
...but love I still feel your resistance.&lt;br /&gt;
You told me you wanted to feel--this is your chance.&lt;br /&gt;
Let go.&lt;br /&gt;
What do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You tell me this was not the deal.&lt;br /&gt;
I let go of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
...yet I remembered you asked me you wanted to feel.&lt;br /&gt;
Now you tell me you hate me through tears.&lt;br /&gt;
Why?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I drift away from you higher.&lt;br /&gt;
...and you reach out your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm becoming lighter and brighter.&lt;br /&gt;
Nebulous clouds.&lt;br /&gt;
"Wait..." the sound of your voice sounds far.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Back to my source.&lt;br /&gt;
I look down upon you.&lt;br /&gt;
I now know your love was not force.&lt;br /&gt;
...but it's time I withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;
I made you feel.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot fall.&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot fall.&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot fall.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~Ink'um (from yours truly)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-1455294868261117463?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This GUY!!! &lt;br /&gt;
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~Ink'um (coffee lover)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-8088476435831189661?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD!!!?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I'm trying to improve myself, I look around and see hopeless people. Some people are full of insecurities, jealousy, and irrelavent hate. I think people need to examine themselves. I've observed people not confessing to their misdeed or flawed characters, instead, these people are more then happy to point the fingers at others.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As a human, I can say I'm not perfect: I'm an opinionated bitch, a sinner, a blunt speaker, and sometimes I'm cruel. I don't like to "sugar coat" anything. I'm a what-you see-is-what-you-get BITCH kindda person. Don't you just hate illusion? I know I do. Illusions are one big DISAPPOINTMENT.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I introspect and improve myself. (I expect to be a better person. I expect to be a changed strong woman) I hope you all are trying to improve yourselves too, because I'm going to change and never look back at the memories. Times are changing and we should never dwell in the past. We all should be progressive in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~Ink'um&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-2350968675552117354?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I'm staying with three other girls and one is a fashion design student, fashion merchandising student, and painting graduate student. (I've noticed a lot of my friends in the art field are fashion design major. I wish them luck because it's such a competitive field. Most of them just love clothes and reading fashion magazine, but I worried about them not having an original creative idea to be able to make original pieces.) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They're my roommate, and I adore them as a person; however, I just wished they would knock before they entered my room. I believe one of these day, one of my roommate will see me naked (if they haven't already.) I wouldn't be surprise if one of them already saw me naked (if she did she's probably keeping quiet about it.) This is quite funny huh? I guess I might as well be comfortable being naked. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway...I've been extremely busy with my school work and projects, so the services to my website will be up during either one of my winter, spring, or summer break. So, please continue to visit my website until then &lt;a href="http://www.ink-um.com"&gt;www.ink-um.com&lt;/a&gt;  I'm going to add some paintings and other artworks that can be purchase OR I'll do a custom painting--I won't set the price too high so you must buy them while I'm still affordable ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
~Ink'um&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-6930326014711389715?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, I'm planning on adding services to my website &lt;a href="http://www.ink-um.com"&gt;www.ink-um.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm offering my service of creating custom paintings and designing images on Converse shoes. Because you'll be corresponding with me directly, the processing of designing for "potential" customers will be a slow process. I'm an architecture student; therefore, I will be extremely busy with projects and some homework. If time is not a problem feel free to buy custom paintings and shoes from INK-UM! The money will HELP this poor student with FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm also going to be making some videos for Youtube (If I have time). Yikes! You guys are going to see my face.&lt;br /&gt;
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BAaaaAAaaaahahahahahahahah! I found this video on Youtube while watching Miss Universe 2010 national costumes, and I happen to find Miss Thailand's national costume to be very interesting and elegant. One thing led to another, as Youtube seduced me with other videos recommendation on the sidebar, I found myself watching this in amusement. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don't mess with those women: MUAY THAI BABY! &lt;br /&gt;
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The guy in the video was a jerk. Very presumptuous of him to think the Thai woman was a prostitute. I know Thailand has a negative image in regards to "sex" tourism; however, foreigners shouldn't generalize the entire population.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't like it when foreigners go to another country and become disrespectful. I believe when one travels to another country, one must adopt a cultural anthropologist's mentality. That means explore the country for its culture and adapting to their customs--submerge yourself in the natural scenery and ancient culture. Never go to a country with a preconceive notion or an ethnocentric view.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I think tourism causes more harm than it does good. I know not all of tourism is bad because it contributes to the country's economy, but I can't help but have a negative view of tourism. I think it's disruptive to the local culture. Tourism in other countries always accommodate the foreign travelers, and doesn't encourage immersion into the true essence of the different countries. Tourists are usually clustered in certain areas. What's the point of going to a different country if 1.) you're going to stay in your hotel for the majority of the trip 2.) you're in an area with other travelers like yourself 3.) you're scared to try anything new.&lt;br /&gt;
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I grew up in the States (United States or America...whatever you wanna call it) and basically live in two culture my family's culture and the American culture. I'm also exposed to other cultures from friends with different backgrounds, so I'm used to the diversity and never gave it a second thought until a family friend brought his wife over from Laos, and she mentioned something that stood out to me. She said, "Why are black people so black?..I wonder how they feel about being black" to "When I was at the international airport I was scared of the different races." I just stared a her thinking, "Are you serious? That's a strange question," but I tried to understand where she was coming from. Trying to see from her perspective, I realize she lived in a country with people of the same language and background, and she wasn't exposed to different cultures or races as I was. So, I strongly believe in immersing oneself in other cultures and customs. (I don't believe in imposing one's culture or customs unto others unless there's a mutual interest.)&lt;br /&gt;
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My family escaped Laos as a political refugee. &lt;br /&gt;
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A brief history on Laos: Laos known as the land of a "million elephants" has a long extensive history with many foreign occupation from Siamese to French with a brief occupation by the Japanese (towards the end of WWII) then back to France until Laos gained its independence as the communist Pathet Lao in 1954. Laos has also been one of the heaviest bombed country from the CIA's "Secret War" to prevent weapons being smuggled into Vietnam. Laos still have un-exploded landmines and the infamous Plane of Jars is off limit to tourists in certain areas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, regarding the jerk in this video, I would have kicked his ass too. I would delivered the blow with  greater force til he gets knocked out. (While he is knocked out I'll  write on his forehead with a permanent marker: SEXUAL PREDATOR) People  believe I'm not capable of being violent because I am nice person (really I am), but I can get very vindictive when provoked. Let's just say guys that don't know how to properly approach a woman will get a disgusted look or a beatdown.&lt;br /&gt;
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I should write "dos and don'ts" for men. Seriously, it seems like men need a manual.&lt;br /&gt;
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~Ink'um ZzZZzzzzZZz G'nite (Must sleep drank too much coffee...words are being incoherent...off topic)&lt;br /&gt;
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I was appalled by this young girl's actions. The first thing that came to my mind was uh-oh this is the initial characteristic of a serial killer or psychopath. Is psychopathy pre-determined? Studies have shown that children that are prone to psychopathy lack guilt, empathy, or shame when they have done something society defined as morally wrong. Psychopathic children lack fear, as you know fear is an evolutionary trait that help animals survive in the wild, and the lack of this fundamental trait makes them un-inhibited. They have reduced sensitivity to negative stimuli, which means these children won't have the normal reaction of shock, appall, outrage, and fear when they see heinous crimes. Psychopaths tend to develop anti-social characteristic and as adult can be charming and manipulative. (This doesn't mean that all anti-social people are psychopaths).&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, the good thing is Bosnian police found this girl. All thanks to the outrage of people online that wanted the girl tracked down and punished. The identity of the girl is kept secret probably due to the fact that there are death threats against her. I read an article stating that the girl's grandmother made her get rid of the 6 newborn puppies. In my latest post "&lt;a href='http://ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com/2010/09/evil.html'&gt;Evil&lt;/a&gt;," I mentioned the Milgram experiment, where when asked by an authority figure to perform certain tasks against the participants' moral ethics, very likely the participants will engage in those tasks.&lt;br /&gt;
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I swear if I didn't get into the art field, I would probably get into child development or child psychology. Healthy child development is very important to me because children are future citizen of the world. I want them to develop into their "full" potential. Most of the time, I see society and the media shaping our children into a superficial individual with limited "experience" and confined to a superficial world. I worried about someday settling down and starting a family of my own because there are too many issues in this particular time-line like pedophiles, obsessive stalkers, gangs, murderers, robbers, sexual predators, terrorists, environmental unbalances, and corruptions (also I'm only 22). So, no I do not wish to be that domesticated woman with children. (Plus, I'm an asexual and having children requires sex. How can someone that don't experience sexual attraction desire sex? Meaning I don't want it.) Since I can remember, I always wanted to adopt because I strongly believe in caring for unfortunate children. This world is overtly populated as is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhoo, it's time for me to become serious. I need to finish my painting but I've been procrastinating a little...it's halfway done anyway. I'll post the finish product at my art blog &lt;a href='http://www.ink-um-art.blogspot.com'&gt;www.ink-um-art.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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I have to focus on getting this degree too. Partir en vogage SCAD.&lt;br /&gt;
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À bientôt! I have to be at a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;
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~Ink'um LOVE&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think is the greatest evil?&lt;br /&gt;
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I personally think the greatest evil is when people stand by and let evil happen. There are many social experiments that reveal the darker nature of human society. For example, the Milgram experiment studied its participants by having the participants perform something against their morals. The conclusion: when asked by an authority figure to perform certain tasks that are against the participants moral ethics, most likely, the participants will engage in the tasks. Another instances are crimes that happen in heavily populated cities, most of the time onlookers will not help the victim(s). For instance, my sociology professor related a story to the class about a robbery/murder that happened at a diner in New York city, there were plenty of witnesses that could help the victim but they didn't help the victim; they didn't even notify authorities while the victim bled to death. Another example of why I believe the human species is degenerating, last year in San Francisco 20 people were present while a 15 year old girl was gang raped outside a school dance. I don't know about YOU but if I had a daughter and that happened to her I would be infuriated, then again YOU will be infuriated if it's YOUR daughter. Some people's mentality are warped, and they will probably think "It's none of my business that she's raped", "Someone else will help her", "She's not my daughter", or " She probably did something and deserves it."&lt;br /&gt;
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The video below is a quintessential example of this "ugly" mentality:&lt;br /&gt;
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The sad thing is this homeless man died trying to help someone else! The general population have such a negative view of homeless people. The general population thinks they're loser from the lowest end of society, yet this homeless man's moral ethic is on a level that surpasses the general population. &lt;br /&gt;
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I think society is FUCKED-UP!!! FUCK ELITISM!&lt;br /&gt;
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We live in a selfish society. The kind of society that breathe a sigh of relief knowing they're not the one getting the brunt end of evil. I can hear it now--whew! Is there any hope for you guys. You egotistical, selfish, shallow, narrow-minded, mindless, carnal, lustful beings. I'm utterly disgusted by humanity and their mob mentality.&lt;br /&gt;
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What would happen if we let Hitler continue with his crazy eugenic ideology? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I still have a little bit of hope for humanity because there are a FEW people helping.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know some people want to help but sometimes they don't know how. Given this earth history of scams, even institutions that are suppose to help becomes corrupted. We see this in forms of hording money that were meant for the unfortunate. So, instead of throwing money at people, we can help by other means.&lt;br /&gt;
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~Ink'um (help your neighbors)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-8825787825345631670?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I find this quite interesting. You're probably wondering: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! This my dear friend is a woman's secret weapon. It's a female condom, and it's not just any condom, it's an anti-rape condom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The inventor, Sonnet Ehlers, wanted to create a device that protects OR at least helps a rape victim have justice. Ehlers designed the device because in her country, South Africa, rape against women are prevalent; in this case, the device is meant to be inserted like a tampon. It will not harm the women due to its design; however, the rapist will suffer excruciating pain and will not be able to remove the device without medical help. When the rapist seeks medical attention to get the device removed, he'll be stigmatized as a rapist, and because of the device medical personnel can alert authorities. Visit Sonnet Ehlers page at &lt;a href="http://www.antirape.co.za/"&gt;http://www.antirape.co.za/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inside this thing you can see a serrated edge--looks painful huh? Imagine some sicko-misogynist predator wanting to rape some poor woman and pulls out with this device latched to his penis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movie&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Teeth &lt;/em&gt;directed by Mitchell Lichtenstein was the first movie to bring this knowledge of "vagina dentata," which is latin for toothed vagina. Throughout some parts of the world there's folklore regarding women with toothed vagina or simply a biting vagina. Interesting huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a feminist, therefore I love anything that helps empower women so I'm glad Ehlers designed this device.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate misogynist men who wants to harm women. There's no denying the notion of "universal male dominance," which I believe is sad because men and women should be equal partners, one energy should not try to dominate the other energy. I believe a man who tries to dominate a woman is weak. My definition of a strong man: someone who respects his female counterpart; someone who is confident without being arrogant or annoying (he exudes confident without trying); someone who is brave and holds strong moral ethics; someone who can handle a strong woman and not be intimidated by her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've noticed respectable men like James Cameron, Yukito Kishiro, Stieg Larsson, and William Moulton Marston (just to name a few) have created strong female characters in their works. I can only assume that these men are closer to their mothers than their fathers, or they had strong women in their lives who nurtured and influenced them. I will further assert that these men can handle strong women.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This off topic but I believe this world is too unbalanced. I believe there's a rising of the feminine devine energy and she will set the world in balance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Ink'um PEACE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-59868664558462051?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My best friend (kindred soul) Nancy is going to buy a webcam so we can see each other face-to-face. I was so touched by that gesture. For Nancy, I will record my experiences in Savannah and upload it on Youtube, of course, it's going to be private videos so the general public will not be able to see it. Sorry. I'm a private person, and before I get close to anyone I would have to know them on a personal level for a long long time, and while I get to know someone I analyze them thoroughly to decide if their personalities is compatible with mine as a friend. So, I hate it when people I've met for the first time try to hug me in a "full" embrace because that's reserve for my good friends. I like to have close knit friends that I can trust and die for, not a large group of fake friends. The general population will only get a half hug from me :-P&lt;br /&gt;
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(Even as I write in my blog about my life, I realize I mustn't reveal too much because there are creepy-weirdos out there. From now on, I will write ambiguously about my life, but with my introspective thoughts I will write that in full details to promote growing conscious "awareness.")&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, Nancy and Noi along with my mom and her friend are going to see me off (how sweet of them.) I really wanted to take the Grey Hound bus because I didn't want to be a burden on them, but the Grey Hound station in Nashville got demolished. When did this happen? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know Nancy and Noi also want to go to a gay rave club in Atlanta. Seriously, who wants nasty horny men dancing up on them? Not me, I'll rather go to a gay rave club.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I guess their plan is to stop at my aunt place to rest. Nancy, Noi, and I will then head down to downtown Atlanta to celebrate at some gay rave club. The final destination is for them to fimilarize themselve with Savannah city, so they can visit me whenever they like.&lt;br /&gt;
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~Ink'um (don't go swagger jackin') PEACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5043349888540750062-3153689133557038609?l=ink-um-mymindconnectedtoyours.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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