Date: April 6th, 2008 9:22 PM Author: frisky shrine
Patrick received a B.A. in Ethics, Politics & Economics from Yale University in 2004.
His senior thesis, entitled Groping for Stones to Cross the River, explores Chinas transitional trajectory and offers a social-structural explanation of why the Chinese government adopted a gradualist approach to economic reform.
Date: April 6th, 2008 9:47 PM Author: hateful principal's office
Found it.
Some dude noticed that Lena had let drop that her dad owned sushi restaurants in San Francisco. Here:
Date: April 2nd, 2008 4:26 PM
Author: DeanRobbinsDeLaMancha
Drip--
"Name: Lena Chen Age: 20 Occupation: Student/Blogger/Freelance Writer ... My dad owns three sushi restaurants in San Francisco and I've been eating it for..."
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Date: April 7th, 2008 12:49 AM Author: Opaque Associate
I don't understand how she thinks being extremely promiscuous and writing about "giving so much head I can't use my mouth for things like eating" makes her a feminist.
I also don't understand how she thinks her parents won't realize what her personal life is like. Does she think they're stupid?
Date: April 7th, 2008 1:05 AM Author: Sadistic Skinny Woman
There is sadly a group of dumb bitches who conflate "sexual liberation"(read: promiscuity) with feminism. What they don't realize is that this faux rebellion is simply the latest manifestation of the male-dominated power structure exerting its influence on slutty, nubile females. See prostitution: even where it's legal, the government-controlled infrastructure suffers from blatant human rights abuses and veritable human trafficking. Women can never truly be free until they reevaluate how to achieve this goal outside of contemporary societal mores. See women in turkey who LONG to wear the hijab as an expression of their own spirituality, and malays who wear it as an emblem of post-modernity.
Date: April 6th, 2008 9:38 PM Author: Sadistic Skinny Woman
Pretty sure this is some white guy's attempt at seeing how slimy, fat, and slutty an azn chick he could pretend to be, while still be lauded for intellectual audacity for detailing "her" fictional, borderline orientalist sexual experiences.
I woke up Saturday morning with my cheek pressed into his chest and his hands softly gripping my back. My skin was sticky against his, and when I gently pulled away from him, I felt the faintest sting, as if I had peeled off a layer of myself in the process. His body had absorbed mine overnight.
I yawned and got on my side, turning away from him. I was awake, but barely, and I wouldve headed straight back into slumber if it werent for the three alarms his desk lamp, his watch, and his cell phone going off at ten minute intervals, much to my annoyance. He kept pressing snooze. Instead of deep sleep, I drifted in and out of consciousness for the next hour while he slipped one arm beneath my neck, the other around my waist, pulled me closer, and breathed into my ear. He touched his lips to my neck. I pressed my ass back against his crotch and felt him harden. We were both still half-asleep when I turned my head all the way around to kiss him. His mouth felt hot and I was hungry for it, even or maybe especially, in the morning when he tasted slightly bitter.
You feel better? he asked. He pulled away and rested his fingertips on my cheek. I nodded.
Good, he said. Then maybe I wont be as nice I was last night.
He let his hand drop, lingering at my throat to briefly encircle it. I swallowed and closed my eyes. Practically asleep again, I started to murmur something about not being in the mood.
You what? he demanded fiercely. I jolted from my haze. His hand was back around my neck now, tighter this time. I hesitated before answering.
Im tired, I said carefully. I dont feel like having sex.
You dont feel like it?
He made it sound like the most inadequate explanation hed ever heard. I shook my head. I felt like a girl.
If you dont feel like it, he continued. Then you shouldnt have woken me up by rubbing your ass against my cock and making out with me.
He had a wicked look on his face, the same one he had when he dragged me around his living room by the hair and forced my head down on his cock so hard that I had to strain to catch my breath. He didnt have to say a word and I knew I was fucked. I was going to be fucked.
Im sorry, I whispered.
His grip tightened.
His grip tightened, and I started to gasp for breath. Even though sex had been the very last thing on my mind when we went to bed, I couldnt help getting wet from the feel of his hands around my neck. By the time he forced open my mouth with his cock, I was eager to spread my legs for him. He always pushed it a little deeper than what I could comfortably take. He was more than halfway down my throat when I couldnt stand it anymore and had to pull away. He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me and I nodded yes.
Two days ago, I reached a personal sex record: six times in 12 hours. Six.
SIX.
When I got home (and thank god I actually left or who knows how many more times we would have done it), I headed straight for my bed and promptly passed out for nine or so hours. Marathon sex is a tiring endeavor. And I had a midterm the next day. Yikes.
It is not physically possible to sustain my sexual routine of late. I have had more sex in the past two weeks than I have had during the rest of junior year combined (that would be the previous six months). This overindulgence is the result of finding the most sexually compatible partner Ive ever had. Hes attractive, sure, but more importantly, he knows exactly what I like in bed, picks up on all of my physical cues, and makes me love things I never thought Id even want to try. Were well-matched, and Im honestly enjoying the best sex of my twenty years. I cant wait to have more of it. Im just not certain my body can take it.
Take, for example, last weekends physical wear: chafed lips and an aching jaw. Giving blowjobs too frequently actually rendered my mouth useless for more conventional activities (like you know, eating). Have you ever given so much head that it hurts to chew food? I didnt think it was possible either, but a few days ago, I found myself in enormous pain during a multi-course dinner. This was after I spent the whole weekend with lips so dry and swollen red that I was seriously beginning to channel the competitive skiier look.
And still we cant get enough of each other. Last night, I met him at the T station and handed him a treat from BerryLine, the local frozen yogurt place. How sweet of you, he said, meeting my upturned face with his lips on mine. Lets get on the train.
Wait, Im not coming, I laughed and resisted the tug of his hands on my arm. Im just here to say bye.
Oh, youre not? he said. His surprise was evident. Weve been spending every spare second together. Of course the assumption was that Id follow him home.
No, I should stay here. If I go back with you, were not going to work. Besides, well see each other tomorrow. Were going to spend the whole night together.
Well, actually thats good. Im proud of you. Im glad you have the self-control.
One of us has to have some!
Come here, he whispered. He cupped my face with his hands and leaned in slowly for a kiss. This is awfully public, I thought, but the gentle flick of his tongue over my lips brushed away any concerns about being spotted. And then quickly: a confirmation of the next days plans, a promise for feedback on the yogurt, a hasty glance back as if to say goodbye again, and I was off.
A half hour later, I was back at the frozen yogurt shop chatting with my girlfriend when he text messaged me, The yoghurt was excellent! Thank you so much!
Youre excellent, I responded.
Haha, enjoy your night of rest, he wrote back.
I think I laughed aloud. In the immediate future, at least, rest will be a rarity.
The important number in this post isnt SIX, its TWO- the number of times Ms. Chen visited the frozen yogurt store in one day. Now, someone might claim (correctly) that she didn't say she ate anything the first time. But Im unwilling to make this leap.
Date: April 6th, 2008 9:56 PM Author: cocaine farts (thread_id=1270)
LC has to be flame about being afraid her family will find out, as her father's contact info has been out for a while now. i can foresee one of you xo psychopaths alerting her father to her blog
UNPROFESSIONAL CONDUCT IN RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN INDIVIDUALS OF DIFFERENT UNIVERSITY STATUS
Amorous relationships that might be appropriate in other circumstances always have inherent dangers when they occur between any teacher or officer of the University and any person for whom he or she has a professional responsibility (i.e., as teacher, advisor, evaluator, supervisor). Implicit in the idea of professionalism is the recognition by those in positions of authority that in their relationships with students or staff there is always an element of power. It is incumbent upon those with authority not to abuse, nor to seem to abuse, the power with which they are entrusted.
Officers and other members of the teaching staff should be aware that any romantic involvement with their students makes them liable for formal action against them. Even when both parties have consented at the outset to the development of such a relationship, it is the officer or instructor who, by virtue of his or her special responsibility and educational mission, will be held accountable for unprofessional behavior. Graduate student teaching fellows, tutors, and undergraduate course assistants may be less accustomed than faculty members to thinking of themselves as holding professional responsibilities. They may need to exercise special care in their relationships with students whom they instruct, evaluate, or otherwise supervise, recognizing that their students might view them as more powerful than they may perceive themselves to be.
Amorous relationships between members of the Faculty and students that occur outside the instructional context can also lead to difficulties. In a personal relationship between an officer and a student for whom the officer has no current professional responsibility, the officer should be sensitive to the constant possibility that he or she may unexpectedly be placed in a position of responsibility for the student's instruction or evaluation. This could involve being called upon to write a letter of recommendation or to serve on an admissions or selection committee involving the student. In addition, one should be aware that others may speculate that a specific power relationship exists even when there is none, giving rise to assumptions of inequitable academic or professional advantage for the student involved. Relationships between officers and students are always fundamentally asymmetric in nature.
Date: April 7th, 2008 12:40 PM Author: Sienna state
And I'm sure that nailing an undergrad in your department office might also be a no-no.
From Lena's thechicktionary.com (Apr 3):
Just a couple hours before, [Patrick Hamm] was trying to convince me to stop by his office for some post-dinner nookie even though I was already late to a birthday engagement. âIâm soooo sore!â I whined. âIf we donât abstain for tonight, New York is going to be ruined.â He wasnât buying it, and I practically had to drag him to the T station. So I figured, when I was locked out and cold and far from my dorm, OF COURSE, heâll let me come over.
Date: April 7th, 2008 12:42 PM Author: Sienna state
And assisting an undergraduate in acquiring a fake ID can't be too ethical, either:
From Lena's April 2 thechicktionary.com:
"Also, the Guy [Patrick Hamm] is going to help me hunt down fake ID places since I lost mine in Greece. So not only did he get me back into the fucking country (read like eight entries back), he is not even fazed by my underage-ness and the fact that I have to deal with pesky things like drinking laws. If I had to explain this to anyone else, Iâd probably feel like a total kid."
Date: April 7th, 2008 2:10 AM Author: Razzle-dazzle Hideous School
It's clear you are just a very insecure, passive aggressive Asian guy reacting against this typical looking Asian woman's success with white dudes. Sorry she doesn't want you dude.
Date: April 7th, 2008 12:33 PM Author: Sienna state
lol @ Lena's thechicktionary.com
Mon, April 7
"Any evil stuff?"
âthe Guy, on what people might be saying about me this morning on the Internet
[LOL--you can only imagine, Patrick Hamm...]
Sun, Apr 6
"Youâre treating the symptoms instead of the causes."
âthe Guy, who thinks I should just tell my mother about my blog instead of concealing it from her and living under constant anxiety over her finding out.
Sat, Apr 5
"Itâs like ten blocks uptown, and by âuptownâ, I donât mean in a Billy Joel kind of way."
âmy non-American lover whose cultural reference highly amused me
[Note: Patrick Hamm is foreign-born]
Sun, Apr 6
International Center for Photography. The German headline reads âWar against civilizationâ, which unironically implies America represents all of civilization.
[Note: Patrick Hamm is German-born...which explains Lena's sudden capacity to parse the German, "Krieg gegen die Zivilisation"]
[Note 2: Does Lena think we're st00pid enough to think she's smart enough to parse German solo? lol]
Date: April 7th, 2008 4:30 PM Author: spectacular green cruise ship azn
Well, we already knew Lena was clueless in German
"âI donât speak Germanâ is not an effective way of turning down men. Everyone in Germany speaks English. Corollary: Repeatedly saying the German word for no, ânienâ, is also an ineffective way of turning down men. You best start making out with your female best friend instead."
Date: April 8th, 2008 3:12 AM Author: idiotic hell Subject: ALSO, how could her mom not know?!
On another note, wouldn't her mother help her with the pictures/lawyer business? Or wouldn't she at least see some of her daughters articles on the net? Is she really that clueless?