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D.Y. Sao
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alright so the title (courtesy of lumpy) has nothing to do with the blog but
that's not uncommon in this sector of
AnD.
---------------------------------------we shalt initiate with OUR trip to
universal stupido, orlando.
is it me or does it look like this could be a comic book? i miscalculated the globe.
we don't care what we look like. but i DID care that i wet my pants a lil.
dont feed the animals ...to your friends.
the blond girl in the front is the BOND GIRL (dj wants to know).
All wet from the craziest wet ride in the world. we straight had waterfalls on our heads like 12 times each. LOL
so fun! and cold! shrinkage my brothas.
did i mention dinosaurs?
DY: "hey you're smaller than i thought! aw you're kinda cute."
DY: "I EAT YOU!"
DY: "plan backfired"
DY: "... not how i imagined it..."
we took a boat ride to universal. ::singing:: 3 hour tour....
not to be confused with the movie "men in black men."
can anyone see me? i'm falling from the sky.
we all bought a giant turkey leg to eat. yes! very SAVAGE!
i had the urge to beat women over the head with it and drag her
by the hair to my cave.
LOL. the grease on justice's face kills me everytime.
-------------other random photos-----------------
too bad it's blurry.
James Bong turns into ChenZhen for a sec.
accomodations at the hardrock hotel in orlando.
the view out of my hotel room to the giant pool.
there's an inner tube slide thats pretty awesome. you can barely see it on the right.
I got the most points but it's not cuz i was good, it's cuz these people can't shoot.
this is what happens when we get HUNGRY.
I don't know what i was doing in this picture but yeah...i was born that way.
-----------------a peek into the past-------------------------[if gte mso 9]>
On the train to the airport, I couldn’t help but dwell on
the movie I watched the night prior.
Blood Diamond.
excellent movie and
excellent performances by Leonardo dicaprio and Djimon Hounsou. What triggered
the deep reflection was a little black boy about 5 yrs old. He held a starbucks
drink with this mother (probably single black female) pushing his carriage.
Even at a young age, he had a cute personality of his own.
Mother: “is that chai tea good?”
Boy: “yes.”
Mother: “can I have some?”
Boy: “no.”
Mother: “I bought it. So it’s mine.” (She lovingly snatched it from him and sipped some.)
Boy (reaching for it): “mine!”
Mother: “can I have some of YOURS?”
Boy (shifty eyes): “yes.”
As you know I’m a trained psycho-observer but I wasn’t trying to analyze anything. I truly enjoyed the observation at the time. it made me smile… but what came to mind after, was the African kids that were abducted and brainwashed in the film. There’s still 200,000 african kids subjected to this in Africa today. Makes me really sad.
I reflected on my life and what my goals are. How many children in this world don’t get the opportunities that I’m blessed with? (rhetoric)
The scene of Djimon and his son stood out. The torment on his soul in discovering from his wife that his son was missing (could be captured, could be dead). He was such an honest man, he didn’t know how to lie. He reminded me of my father during the Cambodian civil war, leaving weeks at a time, not knowing if his family would still be there when he returns.
Djimon said “if he is dead, then I’m as good as dead.”
In one of my many dinner table conversations about life in the khmer rouge internment camp, My father said that one day he returned and, from a distance, saw me standing (naked) on a hill near where we were stationed. I was probably 10-12 months old at the time. He said I began walking down the hill. Walking turned into jogging. Jogging turned into involuntary running. He was frightened but too far to catch me. The phrase he used to describe what he felt “his spirit jumping out of his body.”
Fortunately, a boy walked out that was the same size and same age as me. I ran into him and all my momentum transfer into his body. As we collided, little me stood still and the boy went flying into a puddle of mud. Little me acted like nothing happened and walked away as the little boy cried out in pain. (we bursted out laughing at the dinner table).
My dad said other days I apparently wasn’t so lucky from his physical observation of the aftermath. He said he thought I was going to be brain damaged because my head was all in different shapes and colors from running and falling all over the place. Direct translation: people wouldn’t understand your head. LOL. still hold true today.
In a way, I felt sad because I might not ever know what it feels like to have a child and love someone else more than myself. I’m not sure if anyone can relate but I’ve always felt from a young age that there’s something waiting for me and so I have to prepare myself to make a sacrifice.
Well anyways, my father always wanted to give me the world, but he didn’t have the power. There I was feeling sorry for myself because I was deprived of things in my childhood. I can’t imagine the pain my father felt when he couldn’t afford the karate school when I was 7 yrs old. I was mal-treated as a child in the war and so my father always made sure I had enough to eat once we got to America. This is probably why I love food so much. Cheers! Hold the applause. There’s food coming.
Mango flavored mojito. really good.
RAN OUT OF FOOD!!! must eat train ticket to eliminate all traces.
all the FREE stuff i stole from the hotels. yay i luv freebies! must be the asian in me
tupac's lyrics: "i know it seems heaven-sent, we ain't ready to see a black president."
Humanity has taken a step forward.
God bless.
"One day I will die SO today I will eat." –D.Y.
