For peace or not for peace

I attended an IONS conference Friday, well...I volunteered with my neighbor overseeing a table at the conference for a day. We're trying to promote the effort for reintroducing the H.R 1673 into Congress. It's a campaign for the Department of Peace that will focus on nonmiliary peaceful conflict resolutions. We encountered people in all colors of the spectrum. Some were very supportive, some say it's a great idea and other warmongers said it's a joke. I tried my best to respond to the jingos, but sometimes you just have to say, "please leave my table, now!" I must admit, I'm not too familiar with the bill, but I can see the movement having great potential for making progress on the protection of human rights and the de-escalation of armed international conflicts. I know, I know...when I brought the topic at the PUB with Jin (Gettysburg Econ/International Relations major), he verbally attacked me for promoting a cabinet-level Dept. of Peace. We have a dept of War, there's no way we'll have the Dept. of Peace. There are just too much conflicts and politics behind the effort. That's why it was never passed. The deep and lasting peace on earth crap is never gonna happen when humans are around. (He said something along that line). I argued with him for about half an hour and got really pissed off. I did not want his support, but why so harsh?

At any rate, the rabble rousers at our table reminded me of that bar night, and I wasn't in the mood to argue. I'm at a confused state, so whatever I say will probably be harmful to the Peace Alliance effort. I wanted to hear Marianne Williamson speak, but I've had it with the noetic science hypocrites. I was able to sneak out to hear Bruce Lipton. I haven't gain any enlightenments; I stimulated a few more demons in me. I ended the day at Steph's shindig. It was all worth it cuz she saved me some Bud Lites. I salute you! Then I had to go to work on Saturday and babysat my nephews and nieces on Sunday. I hate my life, ok I hate my social life. Where are those fine-abbed men I requested? While I'm at it, I'd like to make another request that there should be three more hours added into a day. Shalom everybody.

Trynn to friends, come in friends

I have a couple of friends who lives in London. I don't exactly know where in the city they live, but they surely take the train station wherever they go. I just got in touch with Anita, thank goodness that she's in Columbia at the time, and she also said that her family in London are ok. I haven't heard from Nads. She'll be attending LSE in the fall, but currently she's looking for accommodations in London. I'm waiting for her e-reply. I keep coming back to the news for updates. At home though, the red line transit is closed due to an unmarked package at the Rockville station. All the major cities are on alert for terrorist attacks. We need Jack Bauer.

My condolences go out to the people of London. Nads! where the heck are you!?

UP TO DATE: Fantastic! My friends are well. There are still people trying to hear from their families. I hope they'll be receiving good news.

Cock fashion

Why!? WTH?
Chicken suits will probably get a lot of business if they go to my cousin's village and sponsor a Chicken Wrestlemania. When I was back home in Vietnam, my cousin used to train chickens for the monthly neighborhood cock fight. (Cock fight, haha, BB, u scarred me for life). Now, some weirdo hobbyists design clothing lines for chickens, I think my cousin will go back to those old days. Oh, the random things that make the world turns.

On other news, Steph and I went to a mass gathering for the 4th of July in Downtown DC. The fireworks was spectacular, although it was too short (15mins). We had to go through a checkpoint before entering the Washington Monument lawn. They searched our bags, asked us questions and frisked us with the metal detectors. The nation is in paranoia. If it happens, it happens. Terrorists are masterminds, professional spies. Frisking 600,000+ people to a fireworks event is a little too much, don't ya think? Omigosh, Metro should provide deodorants. Those men reeked so bad with their arms dangling the top railing. Short people like me had to endure the pungent human odor of all colors, uhhh! All in all, it was quite an adventure. Welcome to DC, Steph! And damn you Foulke for ruining our day. Hooray for Ramirez getting that grand slam. I must admit, I'm clueless when it comes to sportTV. I enjoy the company of my friends and the beers, but I just can't help to hate the politics of the sport industries. WTH? The players get pay multi-milions of dollars for a season! While the rest of us work our asses off trying to save the world with enough dough to last through the day. Oh feel my angst, you lucky son of bitches. Hehe, I love you Bill Mueller (all for the wrong reasons).

I've moved in my new place. So far I'm bored and lonely as hell. No internet service, no TV connections and no one to talk to. Tammy goes drinking with her pals after work, while I fix the 1993 house bathroom sink and drain out the (cess)pool in our backyard. So much for that cuz last night's tropical rainstorm put me way back to square one. Oh how I despise all my efforts. I should heed Homer Simpson's Word of Wisdom: You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'. Although, this home furnishing and fixing 101 is starting to drain my energy away from my favorite activities. Where are those fine-abbed handy men when you need one? I'll provide ice cold organic lemonades and cuddling services. Oy!