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  <title>Burning Dragon Kick!</title>
  <subtitle>ill kick that crap out of you!</subtitle>
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    <name>j the c</name>
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  <updated>2008-10-21T19:04:57Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:139544</id>
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    <title>Well well well</title>
    <published>2008-10-21T19:04:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-21T19:04:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I haven't been on this thing for quite sometime.  Seems like nobody uses it anymore. More or less of a reason to start I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the lab waiting for some test tubes to be autoclaved/heat flashed and I'm contemplating life here.  I work in the lab for free, because I'm just a huge slut like that. I'm also in the middle of  doing my secondary applications for medical school (which I'm way behind; I have 10 to do thats due in about 10 days).  My grandmother who basically raised me and my sisters during our earlier years is getting sick and weaker.  The economy sucks.  The presidential election seems like shit for either side in my opinion.  Gas prices are ridiculous like always.  I'm training to run in a marathon in May, but can't get up in the morning to jog.  Oh, yeah, and I got hit by a  SUV in a parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started thinking of happier times, of sweeter smiles and brighter days.  But shit, son!&lt;br /&gt;Thats the past and this is now.  Look away twice and get smacked four times. "What did the five fingers say to the face? 'Smack, bitch!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I need to grab my stuff from the autoclave machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:139442</id>
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    <title>Shit</title>
    <published>2008-07-03T02:23:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-03T02:23:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Got some time on my hands and can't keep my mind off it. Goddamn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to grow a pair...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:139075</id>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2008-03-31T01:00:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-31T08:08:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T08:08:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">shut up and smile...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:138754</id>
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    <title>A way with words</title>
    <published>2008-01-11T10:03:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-11T10:03:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everything moves and passes, builds up and collapses. And I'm still standing in the same spot where I've always been...wishing I could've done more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she says, "Shut up, emo kid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I roll my sleeves up...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:138680</id>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-11-06T23:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-07T07:45:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-07T07:45:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I GOT PWNED!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:138486</id>
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    <title>I am Bender. Please insert girder.</title>
    <published>2007-09-19T09:20:29Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-19T09:20:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Enjoy the coming fall...or now I guess...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:138124</id>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-08-30T19:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-08-31T02:48:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-31T02:48:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time has come, when we have to fail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, 9 to 12...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can already see the results.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:137789</id>
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    <title>Food Poisoning and Video games and video game nostalgia...</title>
    <published>2007-08-17T22:23:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-17T22:23:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I'm sitting on my bed this past Monday, and I thought I'd ask how my stomach is doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey stomach, whats up?&lt;br /&gt;Stomach: Food Poisoning, YES!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? I feel fine...*starts to feel it* oh jesus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I didn't go to practice this week, nor take the gf out to dinner. In matter of fact, we turned the car around when it started getting worse, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games for the summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Overlord (xbox 360/PC)&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing this game called "overlord" for the xbox 360/PC. It has to be one of my favorite games now. You play as an "overlord" and you control with you a bunch of little gremlins, and you basically go around pillaging villages, jacking shit, burning the peasants, and killing shit. Depending on how you want to play, you can play as a merciful overlord by protecting the peasants and helping others. Or you can play as the badass and give everyone the finger as you burn their shit down to the ground.  There are only a few bad things about the game: 1) there is no map 2) not enough weapons and 3) I hear that there are problems with saving and loading some games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: Go play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We Love Katamari (ps2)&lt;br /&gt;In this game you play as a weird little thing with legs and stuff, and basically you roll a small ball over items which increase the oversize of you ball. It gets so big that you can roll over people, dogs, cats, cars, trains, trees, buildings, cities, landmasses, and clouds.  Yeah, you can't help but to run over the old lady trying to cross the street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Street Fighter 3rd Strike (PS2,xbox,Arcade)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, been playing this for a while, until recently I sort of stopped playing. Too many assholes in UCLA, just gets boring and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Gears of War(Xbox 360)&lt;br /&gt;Wow, just freaking wow. Joe Lewis and I beat that shit in one night. Then afterwards we were like "So, what else is do we have to play?" Too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney (Nintendo DS)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pretty awesome. You play a lawyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Final Fight 3 (Super Nintendo)&lt;br /&gt;Best beat'em game, where you side scroll and beat the crap out of punk ass hippies who don't contribute anything to society.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've started becoming obsessed with old 16-bit and neogeo video games. I've been trying to figure out how to get some of the emulators to work with my controller on my computer. No luck so far for the n00b.  Neo geo is the system and developer for some of the games like meta slug and king of fighters. The funny thing is that system still ran on a cartridge, while ps2 started to come out. There is Neo Geo CD, but not that many games. And I believe the system still cost like 400-500 dollars around when ps1 was out. I think the bid online for the system goes anywhere from 500 to 700 now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing is for an old Super Nintendo system, my sister and I found one for 30 bucks, plus 2 controllers and any two games. So that was a good deal. Anyways, I've been sidetracked way too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my little sis is moving out too over by santa monica so it would be easier for her to go to santa monica community college.  I'm a little annoyed about that, because she's not even 18 yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom got a raise from her new job already, and it makes me wish that I should've strive for a different profession involving art and design.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria has a new apartment in SD. I feel bad for whoever her room mate is, because Gloria snores like a beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is gonna feel a little alone, now that all his kids are leaving.  But I guess it can't be helped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room mates are doing alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gf is doing alright I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food poisoning, however, still persists, as it tells me to take another watery shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you guys doing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting on my ass in front of the computer at research. I can't help but think about everyone being so far away...while I'm left here with a burning anus...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:137666</id>
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    <title>early morning argument with the body parts again...</title>
    <published>2007-08-05T12:23:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-05T12:23:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Brain: "So, what are you going to do since all of your plans are falling through?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I don't know, brain"&lt;br /&gt;Brain: "Well, you should really figure it out soon because you need to start working out your future, career, family, life...blah blah blah...and not to mention all of the people you've really pissed off so far..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I already know that...I'm trying to think...shut up"&lt;br /&gt;Brain: "Then why don't you do something about it, sherlock?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Shut up, brain..."&lt;br /&gt;Stomach: "Hey, how about you two pussies shut the hell up, and feed me! How a bout a taco or something?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Stay out of this stomach! I'm under a lot of pressure and stress right now, and I don't need for you to..."&lt;br /&gt;Penis: "Speaking of tacos, when is the last time you've been laid, John?..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the internal struggles I have within me...literally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gotta punch yourself in the face, gut, and nuts to see things straight...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:137460</id>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-07-23T16:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-24T00:07:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-24T00:07:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">left roundhouse-&amp;gt;right roundhouse-&amp;gt;left right double kick-&amp;gt; right tornado kick-&amp;gt;shuffle back-&amp;gt;left back spin kick-&amp;gt; right foot 540....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed that I could do this last night. Then I woke up with back pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:137066</id>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-07-17T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-18T03:59:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-18T03:59:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright, so my phones been retarded for the past week, and I guess I wasn't getting any of my voicemails until a week later.  So I hear from my Professor that she needs to ask me something important about my data.  So I'm like fuck. And apparently I also messed up on my data, so I'm like cluster fuck.  She probably thinks I'm an incompetent moron now. She probably won't even acknowledge me in her abstract.  that bitch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm still studying and kicking hard.  How you bitches doing?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:136564</id>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-07-09T17:51:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-10T01:04:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-10T01:04:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright, here's a story to brighten your days: So a couple of weeks ago, I had to go home to take care of some errands for my father with his new paint business he's starting up. As I drive threw the first gate, I saw a patrol car down the street parked on the side. This is probably because people in this neighborhood are bitching about enforcing the speeding laws and what not shit. So, I'm thinking, "Alright, let's take it nice and easy" and drive past the patrol car and turn into the next street. About 5 or 10 seconds later, who do I see in my rear view mirror? That fucking cop. So I'm like "wtf, mate?" He pulls me over and asks "License and Registration." I ask "what seems to be the problem, officer?" He responds "You're missing a front license plate." I'm sitting there thinking, ".....whaaaa?" I find out later that night that my dad took off my front license plate the weekend before to change the plastic guard for it and didn't put it back on...and I'm a big enough dumbass for not noticing it. The officer tells me "Don't worry. It wont be a big fine. You just gotta proof of your license plate by your court date." I'm like "Goddamn it"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats only half the fucking story. Last night after having dinner with my sister, I grab some mail and find out the fine they sent me for that small problem from the weeks before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WOMPING $757.02!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT LYING COCKSUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call the court and ask about the officer who gave me the ticket. And they couldn't find that information at that time. way to fucking duck and cover....fuckers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, what kind of a fucking fine ends with 2 fucking cents?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break it hard and break it fast...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:136118</id>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-05-18T01:44:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-18T09:15:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-18T09:15:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, spring quarter is about to end...in like 3 or 4 weeks.  I have my black belt testing in week 10, that I'll probably fail. I haven't been to practice in like 1.5 weeks.  Been trying to get another research position with one of the cognitive psych doctors.  A pile of dirty laundry has been building up for a couple of weeks.  The little sis graduates the 14th of June.  I still have to work with my psycho research doctor this summer, so I can get my damn name published in one of the abstracts (she probably said that she would just to keep me as a work slave). I need to start studying for the mcats again, because I'm going to finally take them in august. Oh, I might go fight at the Stanford Opening this weekend, but probably not. I might go to Nevada to see an old friend.  I haven't shaved in 3 weeks. Oh, and I blacked out in the hallway of my apartment after coming back from class...went to the doctor's and yadadada.  I also messed up my right kneed during sparring. Sawtelle has this awesome place called "Furiabo" which is a Japanese restaurant owned by a black guy; the main thing they're known for is the fried chicken...Tomorrow, there's the end of the year TKD club banquet; we're all going to Dave and Busters. The old gf decided to live across me next year, which probably equally bad and good.  I heard thumping noises in the middle of the night when I slept over at my gf's place; I think Emma lives above us, so Brian, watch it and know whats up.  Still chilling with Joe Lewis whenever I have the time. We went to go watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and wow, fucked up people. Yoshinoya is open 24 hours.  Same with Jack in the Crack. I haven't been to the arcade in quite awhile, I don't know why. I went, and the guys there are annoying and idiotic; then I remembered that that was why I stopped going. Now the only game I play is desktoptowerdefence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.</content>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-05-10T03:24:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-10T10:41:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-10T10:41:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I think to myself "Holycrap, it's been about 4 years that highschool was over. But why do I still want those days back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a whole other part of my brain tells me: "It's cuz you're a big fat pussy. Shut up, and suck up, you bitch ass ho."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to share: for the longest time, I've been thinking about adopting a kid when I get old enough.  Why? Well, I don't I'll get married. I don't think I want to get married. If I do, its probably blackmail.  And why not? Some of might be thinking, "But John, you never know..." Yeah, but better not risk it.  "But John, I'm sure you'll find the right somebody someday.." and I'd respond: "fairy-tale bullshit, moving on.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting random calls and errands in the middle of the night, so feeling like shit in the morning when I go running.  dhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random in madam</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-04-28T03:39:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-28T10:51:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-28T10:51:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">bruin rumble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:135168</id>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-04-13T16:32:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-13T23:35:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-13T23:35:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">UCLA Tae Kwon Do was on the Today Show for a little bit. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I go? no. I slept instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparring tonight, projects to do, beatings to give, beatings to take, then maybe a movie solo style, cuz I don't think anyone else wants to watch the Aqua Teen Hunger Force Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... even if I'm right or not about it coming out today.</content>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-04-11T15:13:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-11T22:17:51Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-11T22:17:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">UCLA's Tae Kwon Do team placed 3rd place in nationals. Good stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First crazy graded class I'm taking: 30 percent midterm,...70 percent final....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w t f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's over</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mastercho:134798</id>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-04-06T00:03:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-06T07:05:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-06T07:05:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">For all of the regrets, suck it dry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of the mistakes, suck it dry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of the trampled dreams, suck it dry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you are doing well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....suck it dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up top for the people.</content>
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    <title>So, alright</title>
    <published>2007-03-14T10:14:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-14T10:14:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>your mom's moans</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we had our first Bruin Rumble of 2007.  Good stuff. I almost got kicked in the face, like probably a couple of inches lucky.  But other than that, I really didn't get tagged, which is contrary to my previous expectations: getting my ass handed back to me on a silver plate...half eaten....or something, I don't know. But I really didn't hit back too much, because last time someone sprained something due to my inability to use control or some shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MCATs are coming up in less then a month.  It does not look too good at all. I might be taking an year off or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gf is leaving the country during finals week and spring break, which I don't mind because I'll be studying (or attempting to study) my ass off for the test. What bothers me is that she doesn't have a visa, so I'm scared the motherland of Russia and the dickweeds at LAX won't let her back in to the states.  Hopefully, it'll be alright. If not, I'll just think of it this way: "meh, Russia is basically on the same continent as S. Korea. I can get there...just need to cross over that heavily fortified little area I like to call the DMZ, through a country led by little mad man in North Korea, pass over another heavily fortified border of China, and try to get to Moscow through probably tens and thousands of miles of terrain which has about 0.5 people per square mile." Hmmmm...yeahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Russia's population, in contrast to most other countries, is declining.  So, when thing's get too crowded everywhere else, let's hit up Russia...and drink vodka...even though it tastes like shit in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good beatings to all, and to all a good night...</content>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-02-23T17:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-24T01:29:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-24T01:29:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Alright, after two and a half hours of deliberation, this is what my group came up for the group oral skit project that we are to film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Bower wakes up in the morning from a nightmare of being separated from his long lost brother.  He gets ready for work, then suddenly his boss calls him to tell him about terrorist bombings.  A terrorist bombs hospitals and clinics because the doctors treating his sister could not cure her leukemia.  The sister finds out and tips off Jack Bower.  Jack freaks out and tries to contact his wife who is also a doctor working at a hospital.  Jack gets there too late, and the hospital blows up.  But the wife is still alive, she just has her arms blown off.  Jack gets sad. Jack gets angry. Jack hunts down the terrorist in a dramatic confrontation. Jack shoots terrorist.  Jack hurries off to wife. Jack makes a sacrifice and gives wife his own arms.  Terrorist is not dead. Terrorist is actually Jack's long lost brother. Jack is armless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 people in my group. 3 out of the 4 people support this storyline. 3 of the 4 people are on crystal meth. John is not one of these 3 people....or is he?...wait...no...he's not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lord, I can only imagine how bad of a shit-fest this is going to be.  This also makes me wonder  of competence and sensibility of 3/4 of the entire campus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, OO-CU-LA!</content>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2007-02-04T05:48:00</title>
    <published>2007-02-04T15:10:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-04T15:10:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">5:48 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time for the story of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get up this morning to go help out for incorporating tae kwon do into the special olympics. I'm about to leave, and one of my room mates asks me where I'm going. I tell him about the special olympics, and he goes "Oh, so you're going to go teach a bunch of retards?" and laughs. So, I'm thinking 'what the hell? Did I do some recently to offend him or something?' So I say, "Hey, that's not cool."  He doesn't stop there: "Hey, don't get drool on yourself. etc etc etc..."  So, I'm thinking, maybe he's playing this joke a little too far, and it's the morning or whatever. I just brush it off, and tell them I'm going and leave.  I come back the practice (which I actually had a lot of fun helping out), the asshole is still there, and he says "How are the retards? etc etc etc" A part of me is thinking 'Are you fucking kidding me?!' and 'Am I overreacting about this?' Anyways, I just sorta smile back thinking '...how easy would it be to...' and he says, "Why are you smiling like that?" and of course I reply, "Because you're funny." and walk back into my room. So this asshole comes in trying to talk like things are totally cool (which was the general case, because I just forget about it) and he says, "I'm not really against people like that. I just think it's funny how people react and get offended." This quote just sent off my bullshit meter thinking 'how would you feel if I said all filipino people look like mexican people? (or some shit like that, I don't know. Just a random example)' The fact that he thinks it's funny that people are offended when insulting mentally disabled individuals shows how much of a selfish dousch bag he is; if I made a small joke or insult at him, he would obviously be offended. So hey asshole, how about putting yourself in another person's shoes. Second bullshit remark was when he later implied that it's funny because it what society tells you what not to do, and that we shouldn't follow these "taboos," as he put it, so dogmatically.  Hmmm, yeah sure, except society also deemed mentally disabled people as untouchables and even at one point in time tried to sterilize them.  I don't think that society can deem what is taboo, you piece of shit.  A person with half a mind would understand that it is one's conscience and moral values that teach them what is right and wrong; or did his parents fuck up and forget to do that properly? Sure, one can say that a lot of morals are interrelated with their respectful societies, but I believe every person are born with a basic set of ideas of what is right and wrong (like stealing, murder, and rape are evil. Those who believe differently need to stop breathing air). Hmmm, yeah, good idea. Let's make fun of starving children next time, because we shouldn't be scared to talk about.  Yeah, sounds really bold, you asshole. Yeah yeah, I know those who do ever read this is thinking 'Oh no, John. If you believe so adamantly that one should be more considerate and respectful of others, then he/she shouldn't stoop down to the level of these idiots.' Well, shit. I can't argue with that.  I shouldn't have gone off and insulted his parents. I was wrong there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my point is, if I took his computer and dropped off the balcony, it could be that I just think it is funny how people react to that. But would he get mad about it? Probably. But hey, he should just understand that we shouldn't follow the "social" norm that one shouldn't throw other people's belongings off of rooftops and balconies. We should be bold and stick up against society like that!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn idiots.  How do these kids get into college???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN AGAIN, I'm probably overreacting.  But if my sisters think he's an asshole moron, if another friend thinks so too, if my girlfriend thinks he's annoying, if my grandma thinks he even looks like a dousch bag, then somethings up.  But yeah, I just realized, maybe I went into too deep with it.  Maybe it's just the way he is, and I really can't blame him for that.  Don't get me wrong, he can be alright at times. We hardly ever have any problems personally.  But I guess he pushed the wrong button today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good shit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super bowl!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....even though I really don't watch sports.</content>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2006-11-14T03:36:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-14T10:36:55Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-14T10:36:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">when life passes you a snickers bar, its alright to get pwned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear people might be heading out to the promised land around spring break. It sounds cool. I'm taking the mcats then, so hopefully it won't conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man is doing alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is leaking shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room mates are alright, up in the veteran of the 424 kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a BruinRumble on Dec 2. hosted by UCLA TaeKwonDo club...but thats also the usc game...so there will be a huge drop in the number of people coming out to sparr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm still a lazy bastard...</content>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2006-08-06T23:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-07T06:58:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-07T06:58:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, it's official: I'm a hippie now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class starts tomorrow at oo-cu-la which is kinda annoying.  I'm currently working on two research projects, because I'm a hippie with no life (which is sort of redundant).  I'm still trying to study for the mcats, even though I think its pointless to try and go to medschool, because of my low gpa.  So, I'm going to look into other grad schools and maybe get my masters.  I need to start training  serious now because I have a small tourney back at the penis of Asia, a.k.a. Korea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live on Veteran now with my room mates.  We get along well, because I'm the only real asshole in the apartment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the rest of you bastards are doing alright.</content>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2006-07-28T10:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-28T17:30:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-28T17:30:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Best thing ever happened this morning: I lost my wallet...and most probably at best buy last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times...</content>
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    <title>mastercho @ 2006-07-27T22:30:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-28T05:33:30Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-28T05:33:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">-started researching about microstructures of bone cells.&lt;br /&gt;-tried studying for mcats.&lt;br /&gt;-drank like 4 cans of 7-up in the past 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;-gained more weight cuz I really am a fatass now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all...</content>
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