Monday, May 28, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
This poem was written to the most beautifully Calved man I have ever met. Rock on Tinakorn. Rock on..
...CALVES...
BY DAVID VUONG
TIS THE TRUTH, NOT A LIE,
THAT EACH CALVE IS AS BIG AS A HORSE THIGH.
MY EYES DONT DECIEVE,
YOUR CALVES HUMAN, I DONT BELIEVE.
ONE QUESTION THAT BOOGLES MY MIND, PANTS BIG ENOUGH THAT YOU CAN FIND.
SEAMS MADE OF STEEL, COTTON OF THE GODS,
PANTS THAT TRULY DELIVER AGAINST ALL ODDS.
FROM THIGH TO TOE,
INDENTATIONS THAT NEVER SHOW.
WHICH ONE IS THE THIGH? WHICH ONE IS THE CALVE? NEITHER OF THE TWO DO
YOU SEEM TO HAVE. BUT ALAS TIS THE MAN ABOVE THE CALVES THAT WE TRULY
SEE, A MAN OF INTEGRITY A MAN WITH A SMALL PEE PEE.
...CALVES...
BY DAVID VUONG
TIS THE TRUTH, NOT A LIE,
THAT EACH CALVE IS AS BIG AS A HORSE THIGH.
MY EYES DONT DECIEVE,
YOUR CALVES HUMAN, I DONT BELIEVE.
ONE QUESTION THAT BOOGLES MY MIND, PANTS BIG ENOUGH THAT YOU CAN FIND.
SEAMS MADE OF STEEL, COTTON OF THE GODS,
PANTS THAT TRULY DELIVER AGAINST ALL ODDS.
FROM THIGH TO TOE,
INDENTATIONS THAT NEVER SHOW.
WHICH ONE IS THE THIGH? WHICH ONE IS THE CALVE? NEITHER OF THE TWO DO
YOU SEEM TO HAVE. BUT ALAS TIS THE MAN ABOVE THE CALVES THAT WE TRULY
SEE, A MAN OF INTEGRITY A MAN WITH A SMALL PEE PEE.

I went to Hong Kong for two days. The food was good, the city was nice, but Chinese people are the biggest pieces of @)(*)(*I$#)(*&(@!^*&#@!)(* in the world. In Hong Kong I got a chance to check out what they call, "The Peak View." It was lovely.
The coolest thing about Hong Kong was stumbling upon a community of Filipinos. In Hong Kong there is a huge community of Filipinos that come there to work as maids. On the weekends they all congregate to one area and have BBQS, play cards, etc. etc. We stumbled upon this park where they all met and there were literally thousands of Filipinos out and about enjoying the day. We met a lot of them and hung out with a few. Filipino people are indeed the nicest people in the world, which balances all the Chinese people out there.

I decided to do a little experiment. In Japan they have what is called Golden Week, which is basically a week off of work for all employees. On previous trips through Korea and Japan I had traveled with big groups of people. This time I had made the conscious effort to travel through Vietnam by myself. When I arrived in Vietnam I was in complete culture shock. Every street was lined with thousands of motorbikes. It was an image I had never seen before.
Vietnam was indeed, the craziest place I have ever visited. In the day time we would go to massage parlors, coffee shops and the best restaurants in the world. A two hour full body massage given by a the most beautiful women in the world cost under $6, Coffee cost under $.50, and food ranged anywhere between $1-$5. At night we went clubbing. We would walk into these clubs and all the bouncers would clear a path for us, treating us as if we were famous. I would walk-in and people would come up to me just to shake my hand. We would sit around a table, beautiful women feeding us fresh fruit as we sipped Johnnnie Walker Blue label till the early morning. When the clubs closed, we jumped on our motorbikes, went to bed and did the exact same thing the next morning. The good life.

Jason Tsuno came to Japan. He met me in Kyoto and he and I made our way to Tokyo on a five day trek. Definitely memorable, because we got to see a lot of Japan. What was interesting to me was how different Japan is traveling south to north. In my area and in Kyoto you have very traditional Japan, while in Tokyo its ultra modern.
I was glad to see Jason on this trip. I thought I was going crazy not having contact with anyone from back home in so long.
Every time I watch the Killers Video "Read my mind" it reminds me of our trip to Tokyo. http://youtube.com/watch?v=D113PqEhr54
I was glad to see Jason on this trip. I thought I was going crazy not having contact with anyone from back home in so long.
Every time I watch the Killers Video "Read my mind" it reminds me of our trip to Tokyo. http://youtube.com/watch?v=D113PqEhr54
In a city called Gyeonju, we were met by a family who lived in Seoul. The father was a famous Korean professor and he took us along to secret areas around Gyeonju that not everyone had access to. He drove us around and gave us our own private tour. At the end of the night, we sat huddled together, listened to Korean flute and drank Gyeonju wine. Even to this day, it feels like a dream.

I came to Korea knowing nothing. I was oblivious to what Korea was all about. Coming back from Korea I fell madly in love with the country. For ten days three other teachers and I traveled from the Southern tip of Korea to Seoul. As we slowly moved our way up the country, we met some of the nicest people in the world. In this picture, we see me with a family of people on Christmas eve in a bar. Some of the bars in Korea are set up with an ice chest set in the middle of the table as people sit around and help themselves to the different types of beers. We met this family in Pusan. They were so nice and welcoming to us and at the end of the night paid for our tabs. I LOVE KOREA. Months have passed and I still dream about Korea.
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