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Name: A Li ANn
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Davis
Birthday: 6/16/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Tennis, poker, talking to people, being very nice, keeping it random, collecting state quarters, having a tight computer, flirting, sleeping, Helping poor people, Learing more about God
Expertise: Knowing random facts. Being an intellectual. Earning money playing poker. Wearing higher class clothing to class than any of my professors.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  alkuramoto
MSN: alkuramoto@hotmail.com
Member Since:
2/15/2005
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| Hello, I am a UC Davis 4th year (out of 5) I normally don't write anything anymore, however, I am extremely angry at my campus officials. Specifically, Chancellor Larry Vanderhoef, he believes terrorism exists and implemented an E-mail system to tell students about "pipe bombs" on campus. What Vanderhoef needs to do is take a history class at his fine university. He needs to hear the speech "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself" Then he might understand where I'm coming from. The great man quoted for saying this also falsely imprisoned my family and 120,000 members of my extended racial community, that's beside the point though they forgot to mention that in the history class which is my I'm an Asian American Studies Major. I do not believe terrorism exists, I do not fear anything, I would take the so called pipe bombs and defuse them myself if anyone asked me to (I have no professional training, I gave it my best, I have no regrets, William Hung). Vanderhoef, what you specifically made me do was fear you as a person, I already wrote that I think you're the problem creating fear on your campus. There was no need to make this situation as large as it is. Therefore, I agree with those who are already asking you to resign. I dare any member of the higher faculty to introduce themselves to me so that we can have a reasonable discussion over this matter.
E-mail I received this morning
"Alan Kuramoto,
There was an incident at Tercero Residence Hall last night. Our Fire
and Police Departments have the situation under control and there is no
threat to the campus. Classes and business will continue as usual.
Additional information will be posted at http://www.ucdavis.edu/."
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This story must be important since I saw a news van and also it made the front page of google news this morning.
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| I wanted to play 2 truths and a lie, but instead I guess I’ll
just be talking about true events
When I was in the Metro in Paris, I saw a hella drunk guy who was
hitting on a girl. She was alright
looking but trying to hide from the view of the guy by huddling in the corner
of her seat. When the train stopped, the
guy walked around in circles and a more attractive girl sat next to the original
girl who was being hit on. The drunken
guy started hitting on the more attractive girl and was even putting his hand
on her shoulder. This was done even
after some other French guys told him to stop. Finally the hotter girl stood up and was
telling him “no” but he still was trying his advances. It was too bad that I had to exit the train at
this point because I would have loved to stay on the train just to see the
interactions between them. After exiting
the train Even (buddy from New York)
was saying that girl number 1 was hecka happy that the more attractive girl sat
down next to her. I couldn’t agree more
Not good enough?
When I was in Salamanca
I was just walking around my hotel which was University housing for students
and a hotel for the summer months. It
was one of the nicer places I’ve been in.
I went into their computer room to check my E-mail and stuff and said
what’s up to the other guy. He just
looked at me and started laughing. I had
no clue what was going on. Apparently,
the guy was also in my same boat, unable to extend his reservation in Valencia
and we managed to end up in the same hotel more than 300 miles away.
Racism exists in Spain too
Apparently I’ve been getting called “chino” a lot. One guys said that some guy in leather drag
could have his way with the chino (me even though I’m a “Jap”). He said it in Spanish. Too bad it took me 5 seconds to comprehend
what he said. After I realized what he
said, I would have kicked the shit out of him or at least yelled at him if he
didn’t have 10 people around him. The
other guy was a homeless guy who was probably going to ask me for money. I just ignored him and acted like I had no
clue who he was talking to. But I guess
every Asian is a “Chino.”
The Cherry on Top
I was in Valencia
for my first night. I was staying in the
room of a 16 bed mixed gender/toilet hostel. I went out with a few guys and was drinking
some hard cider. I tried to pass out
around 1:30am. I passed out for a little
while and was woken up around 3amish (funny thing too since I was wearing a
pretty good set of earplugs). Some
person got out of their bed which woke me up. 20 minutes later the person on my top bunk (a
girl) came back to the hostel (after many many drinks) and had a guy with her. She went into her bed. The guy was standing near the bunk, then
climbed to the first and later second step. Later he was sitting on top of the bed. Finally he got in. About 5 minutes later I heard a very discernible moan which was probably really loud since I had my earplugs on. Whispers which I couldn’t make out ensued for
2 minutes. Then someone else (definitely
a girl) said “You have my permission to continue.” A minimum of 4 other people in the room
laughed. So then they went at it for
around 10 minutes, on the top bunk. The next
day the girl asked her “so that was you last night getting laid?” She described
it as, “well we were hanging out the whole night and then afterwards he didn’t
have anything to give me, so yeah, we well did it.” That was a very different experience.
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| There are 2 sides of Paris,
in my 6 days I only managed to see one side of things. There’s the sightseeing side of things and
the night life which I keep hearing about. I wish that I could stay in Paris longer, but I want to go elsewhere in
order to make use of my rail pass. The
amount of rain is also something which has limited my ability to see things, It
has rained 4 out of the 5 days I’ve been in Paris. I have walked at least 5 miles each day I’ve
been in Paris.
I’ve met 3 really cool people who have unique experiences
and hecka others who I’m not going to remember.
I’m going to remember these people since I did some stuff with them
Evan is a college student from New York, like me he does not know any
French, but he manages to get free stuff out of everybody. Like he’s willing to talk to anyone hoping
that they will speak English. This is
something that I would like to have the ability of doing, but I guess I’m too afraid
of looking like an idiot. Evan is
traveling around Europe for 3 months by
himself, something that just seems crazy.
Leslie is from Canada
(I think it was British Columbia but could
have been Toronto,
I’ve met too many people). She’s been my
lifeline to everything telling me how to do stuff like take trains. She had a cool story of being half drunk
walking around Paris
being pushed over a 5 foot tall fence and still being late for curfew at the hostel.
She nicknamed me “flyboy” since I just
arrived and was talking to her hecka long, but never really told her my name/it
didn’t stick. I walked with her to Mulin
Rouge the first day here which allowed me to keep awake after walking around on
fumes.
Fredricko aka the Italian Borat is an Italian guy who is
extremely funny. He’s in Paris just for a week
during a break from his office job. Everything
that he said was funny in some way or another even though he wasn’t even
meaning to joke. Evan, Fredrico and I
went to Versailles
the other day. He made the trip funny
during boring times like the train ride. Instead of saying he was going to use the
bathroom in the bushes, he said, “I need to make a golden shower.” He wanted to learn cuss words in English in
return for learning some dirty Italian phrases (none of which I remember). Unfortunately, we didn’t teach him too many words
since he already knew them.
Oh yeah if anyone wants a post card, give me some information.
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So I’m actually going to keep a journal of my travels. Last time I was in Europe,
I did not have a blog. Now that I do,
this should be interesting. In Paris, there are many,
many wireless signals for internet. My hostel
offers free internet and I know that I will have internet when I’m “being
educated” in Burgos
next month. I signed up for Skype so
that I can make all the calls I want with my laptop.
This trip has been a lot
of fun and had a few disappointments. The
weather is great, it feels like an air conditioned room outside. I dunno how long I will stay at my current
hostel, but it might only be a few days, I want to keep meeting people. Yesterday
morning at Sacramento Airport, I was waiting trying to board my 6:50am flight. I knew that I did not have a seat but I was
asking the person taking tickets “hence in the boarding area” where I could get
a seat. She angrily lashed out at me
saying that one, she was busy and two, pointing me towards the ticket desk. I shook my head as I walked away. A minute later an older Caucasian woman with a
heavy accent gave the ticket person her ticket but she didn’t have a seat
either. However, she was treated with
respect and pointed towards the ticket desk.
I got an upgraded ticket (since everyone was upgraded who did not have a
seat), but when mommy spends 100k miles to buy a ticket, I should have first
class priority. This sucked, but after I
was put into a bad mood, a 1:40 after first moving the plane, it was still not
in the air because a computer which calculated weight in Ohio crashed. Yeah, that’s simple physics calculations any
laptop could calculate. This problem
also delayed my connecting flight. United
airlines will get a very unenthusiastic write up pretty soon.
During my
flight, I was worried that I would be sleeping in a park with my 2 months of
baggage. I didn’t have any reservation
to stay anywhere. There isn’t any space
at any hotel, since it’s the busy travel season, but luckily I managed to get a
bed in a hostel in a good area of Paris.
The other people I’m meeting are from
other places like Canada, Germany, and Finland.
I don’t know more than 10
words of French, and I’m already standing out like a sore thumb. I managed to stand in a driveway instead of a
street corner. Good thing the car was
looking out for me. I also purchased
some grapes from the nearby market. It
clearly was posted in French that I had to print my own price tag. Lucky me, I had no clue what I was doing, luckily
some other guy print a tag for me.
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| No, it's not a midterm, it's not a test or paper, but sometimes, there's a very sharp pain burning a hole through my chest that can not be contained. I want to display some fiery emotion that I've learned to control.
It's not something that happened to me, although I would never wish something like this even on my worst enemy. I have been telling others that I do not fear anything. I would much rather have such an event happen to myself than to my daddy. I guess my greatest fear is not myself, but losing people that I know.
Daddy was riding his bike to work (just a 16 mile ride as part of his effort to save the world). A car in the wrong decide to hit daddy at approximately 30mph. As daddy lay on the ground, the driver drove away. Daddy spent the day in the hospital. Daddy will be fine, but what troubles me the most is that the felon who is out there. What is stopping this person from driving 15 miles into Davis and
hitting another biker?
To the person who could have killed Daddy,
What were you thinking? Do you have any morals for other human beings? Are you religious? I can't recall any religion that calls for killing of other people. How are you going to sleep tonight? Do you know that by leaving the scene of the accident you could go to jail? Did you think this would have been your 3rd strike and had no alternative? Do you have a licence or is it suspended? Repent your sins, turn yourself into authorities, apologize to daddy, buy him a new bike and I (plus most likely my family) will forgive you. What saddens me the most is that I put your chances at 50% that this person will get away.
Until I get some closure, I will take
everything one minute at a time as it comes at me.
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