beep, beep, beep...beep, beep, beep. My eyelids slowly retract. I feel a wet spot at the area where my ajar mouth meets the pillow. Although my brain and body are moving at a pace similar to that of a freightened turtle slowly reamerging from its shell, I delay not when silencing the alarm clock. These necessary devices may be the most annoying things on Earth. It's a sad day when you hear the wakening wail of a slumber slayer more than the cherping of birds. It's a sure sign that your working too much. Upon rolling over I'm partially blinded by the hyperlucid sunlight piercing through my maroon blinds. It's time to get up. I glance up at the clock hanging above a photo of my family. My grandma is center, with me and my bro at each of her sides and my mom and dad on the edges. Co's in his graduation gown. Good times. The clock reads 9:15. Feeling a full bladder pressing the issue I get up and walk towards the bathroom. I open the door to my room and head into the bathroom. Now in between my room and the bathroom is the "shoe area." I'm sure there is some official name for it but basically its where you take off your shoes when you walk into a restaurant, place of residence or various businesses, including my work. At my apartment this area tends to take the brunt of a cold night. The chill is able to penetrate the front door of my aptartment. I believe it seeps through the crack under my door, or may pierce through the wooden molecules that comprise the door. At times, the cold feels like a dagger, that is so sharp it inserts itself into the keyhole and emanates it frosty figure upon the desolete void that is the "shoe room." Thankfully, my room door is the mote to winters onslaught. More thankfully the morning temperature on Monday was mild and bearable in just boxers. After losing 2 lbs. in liquid weight I hop in the shower. Well is it a shower? Theres no basin, just a hole in the ground. There's no barrier seperating the runoff of water from the toilet, trash, or sink. In fact I turn on the shower from the sink. I push up the handle and adjust it till the temperature is just right and then I turn a nob on the facet that directs the water through a hose which connects to a shower head. 2 seconds later the water flows from the shower touching my skin at a point approximately 6 inches below the top of my skull. I'm not sure if water pressure exists out here and pulling the thumb-over-the-water-source-trick like you watering the yard, doesn't work in a barrierless bathroom. Water sprays everywhere but your lathered armpit. So anyway, I'm taking this shower and everything is going well. I'm shampooing the scalp and waking up. Then just I as I go to rinse out the chemicals in my mop, the water temperature drops to luke warm. Shit! I bite the bullet, rinse, lather, rinse, rinse, scrub, rinse. Then the water gets cold, really cold! I get the last bubbles of me, turn off the water, at the sink of course, and grab my towel. I'm freezing. I'm not quite sure if I'm using the towel dry off or as a blanket to keep warm. I think it was the latter because walking back into my room I notice a trail of water I've left across my floor. Hansel and Gretelish, but this is not a tool to find my way back, its a warning to stay away from the sub-arctic chamber. I put on clothes and water on the stove(which is portable and takes canisters that I believe are propane. It's pretty cool if you wanna cook food down at the beach in the summer). I start to make my daily breakfast. Two pieces of really good wheat bread with chunks of walnut incased, layered with chunky peanut butter and topped with honey. The water's finished boiling and I add a tea bag of Earl Grey, milk and a sugar cube. I sit and start alternating between bites of toast and sips of tea. I'm forgetting something...uhhh....BBC News. I get up and turn on the tube(I think my remotes with Osama). I sit back down and start fixating my mind on the millions of colored pixels and sound waves radiating from the speakers. "The divide between the West and Islam is growing wider over cartoon row." News footage. Clinched fists, burning flags, chanting, airborn rocks raining down on Embassy's... Over drawings??? I think when did things get this way? I mean everything. Priests molesting, little girls abucted, fury over drawings, lies about wars. When did lying about a blow job become a greater sin than using lies to persuade a nation to go to war? Where do we go from here? Can I, do I want to, should I, will I, raise kids in a world like this. Will things get better? After having these thoughts and watching a few Brits tell me of genocide, hunting accidents and Michelle Kwan pulling out of the Olympics I decide to turn of "the box", pick up my book and read a few pages. I'm reading "a Million Little Pieces" by James Frey. It's the book Oprah is shitting pink twinkies over. Bull shit or not I find it to be a most impressive book and I would recommend it to anyone over the age of 13 and not my grandmother. Pick it up if you have a chance. After reading for about a half hour it's time to get ready for work. Deodorant, vitamin, feed my hamster, fish and water my plant, clean my clothes off the floor, wash a few dishes, brush my teeth and shave. It's go time. 10:40am. As I walk out the front door and I am expecting a slight chill. I expected the worse, and I was quite surprised. It was warm. It may not be official yet but I think today was the start of Spring. I could care less if that rodent saw his shadow...out here there ain't any groundhogs.

6 Months Down, 6 To Go

Well these may have been the fastest 6 months of my life. I guess it's hard to be a judge of that when you include being a baby and toddler, so I'll say it's been the fastest 6 months post age 3. It's seems like just yesterday that I missed a flight scheduled to take me across a dateline, an ocean, and plop me in a land that can alter minds and senses like a certain fungus has been known to do. Fortunently, I caught a flight the next day, landed in Incheon aiport via Tokyo, and stepped into a reality that to this day I find very difficult to understand, grasp, and occasionally, live. Korea is a great country. The people may stare at you constantly and I've unnessarily wiped my nose many times just to be safe, the food may be monatonous, the roads, slopes and supermarkets lawless. They don't watch football, they teach their kids to hate the Japanese, they're technically at war and they don't wear deodorant. Yet there's a kindness to the country. Sure it smells, there's trash outside all the time, and on Saturday and Sunday the sidewalks are littered with vomit still potent from the previous night's/early morning's Soju fest. But you know what? These people are warm. If they ask you to hang out, they'll pay for your activities all night and constantly make sure you're enjoying yourself. If you look cold they'll make you coffee. If you're good to their kids they'll surprise you with a cake on your birthday. Shit, other than the U.S., I'd like to know another country that has both a professional basketball and baseball league. Yeah, they're about as nationalistic as they come(ie the Canadians) but who wouldn't be if they had been invaded by various neighbors constantly throughout their history. Sure they're whole confucist society thing is pretty geeked but it instills manners, and I know a few of you out there could use an installment. They can't make a sandwich worth a shit, but they make faboulous soups. It's the most wired country on Earth, post-Katrina it donated an exurbinate amount of money to the Gulf Coast, it wants to reconcile with the North(to the dismay of the US), it has some of the best doctors, scientists and gadget-inventors in the world. Grandmothers can buy cheap prescription drugs, eyeglasses and cigarettes. There's an eccletic variety of fruits and vegetables, pork is cheap, fish is a plenty(unfortunently mackeral is a staple in many dishes, so that goes to show something about there palets).
I've made some great Korean friends. I don't even like inserting the Korean in there. They're just great friends. They weather's horrible in the summer and bad in the winter but the scenery is beautiful and fall was nice, to my dismay it only lasted a month. Anyway I can't be a spoiled brat when it comes to weather. Not everyone is born and raised in SB...quit you're sneeveling girly man. Yeosu is mixed with country side and high rise apartments. Leather faced old men hasten cows pulling straw filled wooden carts with the cracking of a whip, as cars fly by playing the lastest Kanye West single.
They value family. They push their kids to the limits, not because they're narratic, but because the want them to have a better life than themselves. Although I disagree with their methodology(study, study, eat rice, study) who am I to say how one can raise their children. Grandparents are treated as living dieties, thosed passed are revered and buried beneath intricate headstones large enough to be mistaken as replicas of Stonehenge, Ok that was an exaggeration, but they're big.
The girls are beautiful. My students are adorable and smart. The cost of living is low. I'm reading Korean and able to get by speaking. I'M LIVING IN FREAKIN' ASIA! It took some adjusting and I'm still adapting but I have zero regrets coming out here. So far it's been a faboulous experience. I'm completely, 100% certain that I made a great decicion. Hold on...just had to give myself a pat on the back:)
Peace and Love To All,
Tyler James
ps. Happy Lunar New Year.

Keep on Rockin...

Another Monday gone and a Tuesday on the horizon. This last weekend was swell. Friday I had a field trip with my school. We took the youngins to a "sledding resort." They, as well as myself, had a blast. I'd put a four year old on my lap and we'd haul ass down the hill. I'd try and start us with a little spin so we'd be doing 360s the whole way down. There was a ton of other kids there from other schools and I happened to be the only white person. Sometimes being the minority is such a trip. For example I was sittin inside the cafeteria eating lunch next to a floor to ceiling window and these kids would come up and practically push their faces against the window and just stare. You'd think I was an animal at the zoo. I'm surprised they didn't try to pet me. Korean kids always say hello whenever you're walking down the street. I know it's a nice jesture but usually when you respond with a "hello" they run away giggling. I've come up with a solution. The preemptive hello. (We Americans love preemption) Any random kid may get one. It throws them off guard, but the way I look at it I'm only playing by their rules. What an interesting place.
Saturday was also a very enjoyable day. My buds, their female Korean co-teachers and I went to Muju ski resort and tore it up. Brad and I snowboarded and Kenny and Mike skiied, well at least they said they did (that's another story that I don't even wanna get into). Although all the snow was man-made there were some really nice runs. I love that free feeling you get when carving down a nice wide slope. It's like nothing else exists, no work, no responsibilities. Just you, the snow and gravity. Snowboarding is one of the cooler things on Earth. We stayed out there Saturday night, ate a tasty homemade Korean meal, and drank some below average Korean beer. I felt good the next morning and was certainly eager to ride again. But seeing that this is the South and not their Stalinist brother in the North, democracy was inacted. I was out voted 4-2 with two abstinations. No prob, I'm thinking about going up in 3 weeks with a crew of foreigners. The cool thing is the mountain is open till 10pm, so you can leave here in the early morning, get up there in three hours and snowboard all afternoon and night(they take an hour and a half intermission from 5-6:30. The slopes get groomed, and the lights and buzzes get turned on. I slept during the break).
Speaking of sleep, it's undoubtedly one of my favorite things to do. It is also something I most certainly underappreciate. I get home from work tired and may take a nap but rarely do I fall asleep before midnight. I know your wondering what could I possibly be doing? Honestly I don't know. Drinking tea, watching TV, reading a book, transfixed to the internet like a serpent lover admiring Modussa's beauty, I really don't know. I'm gonna make it a point to fall asleep during the 11 o'clock hour at least once a week. Then I'm gonna push it up to twice a week. Even if I get the same amount of sleep it's still nice to wake up in the morning drink a cup or 3 of coffee, and have sometime to clean, make breakfast, read the news or a book, and relax. You know what? It's 11:45 right now, I have my teeth brushed and my eyelids eager to drop the curtain. I'm signing off. I hope everyone is well and is still checking in with the blog from time to time.
Oh yeah a few more things. (This is o why I go to bed so late, whatever) Kobe scored 81 points? Oh my god. I can't stand the guy but wow. Seahawks vs. the Steelers. I wanna see Cowher, Hines and Bettis get rings. The exchange rate is killer for me right now, pretty stoked. I've got a three day weekend coming up and a Japanese girl I met on my trip is coming to visit. Should be fun. My bro is turning 21 on February 14th. Uhhh Fro! I'll be there in spirit when your drinking your spirits. Take pics sonny.
Love you all,
Tye

One For Ray

Two Saturday's ago one of my students' dad passed away. The 11 year old boy, Ray, is easy going, funny and a true ladies man. He can flirt with the best of 'em. Today was his first day back to school. He definitely was down but he's a strong kid. I would've loved to listen to him if he needed to talk but I feel like coming to school is a wonderful distraction from the saddening fact that he will never walk through his front door and see his dad reading the paper or cooking dinner, or share a laugh with him over an inside joke that mom wouldn't approve of. The boy will never be able to cheers his dad, his father won't see him get married, heck, Ray will never introduce a girlfriend. Ray won't have his dad to put him in his place when talking back to his mother or coming home with a poor report card (not that I think Ray will have one, he's a really smart kid.)
The death of a parent is hard for any son or daughter, no matter the age. Not that I have felt that pain personally but I've seen the sorrow on other's faces. I truly cannot fathom the agony this boy must feel. I wonder if he realizes that his father is forever gone. Only one week after the fact, at such a young age, how could he? It makes me sad. But I'm gonna help this boy as much as possible. In class I'll teach him well and keep him in check when he goofs off. If he needs to talk, I'll lesson. If he needs to cry, I'll be there and try to keep my eyes dry. This is a thing I've come to realize about teaching. It's not only about memorizing irregulars verbs and prononcing 'glacier' correctly. You have to be a role model, friend, and mentor. I'm a male parental figure (as much one can be for 25 to 45 minutes a day) for many of these kids. And I plan on stepping it up with/for Ray. You have to pass on the things you've learned throughout your life to the younger one's. That's what I plan on doing.
These kids can teach you a lot also, albeit sometimes completely unintentionally. They teach you about yourself, about culture, about family, about caring for others, about parental and societal pressures, about the beauty of life and procreation, about the innocence and mischiviousness of humans, about love, and, sadly, about death.
It'll take time but Ray's gonna be OK...I'm gonna try my hardest to see to it.

"Oh the Streets of Rome are Filled with Rubble"

Well, well, well. Look at what the cat dragged in. A new year. 2006. I wonder what this year will bring. Love, adventure, relaxation. I'm aiming for all three. That's my New Years resolution, "love, adventure, relaxation."
When I say love I don't necessarily mean finding a serious girlfriend. My thought of love encompasses many things; caring about your friends and enemies, thinking of others, not necessarily before yourself but along with yourself. I wanna love what I'm doing, put my mind and heart in to what I believe. Passion, that's what I'm aiming for. I want to be passionate in/for/because of life. Honestly, right now I feel like I'm accomplishing this to an extent. It's not something that I'm trying to develop purposely, it's more of who I've become over the years. Thanks in part to all of those who have influenced me in one way or another.
Adventure. Well, that's a given. After getting a shot of travellers adreniline when in Japan, I'm ready to see what this world has to offer and what I can offer in return. Europe, Southeast Asia, and India are all calling my name. The Middle East and Cuba are always in the back of my mind too. I'm happy I got this bug at a young age. I'm gonna travel so much in my life, I know it. Thai jungles, Romanian castles, ice melt from the Himalayas. Wow!
Relaxation. It's being accomplished right now. A cold one, the headphones on, and writing. All I need is a massage, a manicure and a facial and I'm complete. By no means when I write of relaxation do I mean laziness, although sometimes laying in bed all day encompasses both. What I mean is working hard and then relaxing. I believe in order to truly relax you have to be in situations that can be stressful and that are generally obligatory. If you just sit around all day and claim you are relaxing I'm calling you a deadbeat.
I think 2006 is gonna be an awesome year. The Niners are gonna win 6 games, family and friends are gonna stay healthy, the Kurds are going to acquire statehood, Co's turning 21, Stallone is coming out with not only a new Rocky but also, possibly, anoher Rambo. Arnold and Bush are gonna continue to suck and my shares of Sirius are gonna hit $12(I actually read this projection today...cha-ching). Raise your glasses and lets toast to another year on this marvelous planet.
peace and love,
Tyler James
ps. Sorry about the inconsistancy of my posts. I just don't have much to say.

Incognito

It's been a while since I last posted. I guess quite a lot of things have happened. I got sick last week from the children not covering there mouths when they sneeze or cough. Out here you see quite a few people wear those medical masks. Originally, I thought maybe they were still geeked out about SARS. Appartently my assumption is totally incorrect. People wear them when they're sick. I appreciate the jesture but just cover your mouth and you won't look like you 're an extra in Outbreak. They don't cover they're mouth when launching saliva projectiles through the air. When eating in a group every one picks at the same dish with they're used chopsticks. It just seems unsanitary. Somethings (many things) I just don't get here. But that's all part of the experience.
My cold caused me to take it easy the latter part of last week. Plus I needed to save all my energy for my big birthday bash on Saturday night. Man, I have some good friends out here. They showed up with gifts, not that I'm all about presents, but it was just nice they went that extra step to for me. Good peole out here. My closest friends, Ken, Brad and Mikey threw a birthday party at their house for me. We bought an excessive amount of food; 30 hot dogs, 3 pork loins, 8 chicken wings, 4 chicken breast and the fixins for hamburgers. Well, the snow started to dump and evidently taxis were few and far between. To make a long story short, no one except us ate the food and consequencely the boys have a fridge full of hot dogs, chicken (we ate the pork loins the next night) and vegies that were for the salad that was never made. Regardless, the party was great. A lot a awesome people came out. The place was packed with every person who could've possibly attended. After a few drinks (wink, wink), a speech, countless hugs, and an apartment illuminated by expat smiles we zig-zagged to the neighborhood bar. By this time most people were pretty saucy. Some went home in taxis, others, included myself went to the nori bong (private kariokee rooms where you can be David Bowie, Mariah Carey and Lenny Kravitz all in one night). The night was perfect. I had more fun than I could've expected. Not that I had low expectations but it was just a great night.
The next evening I went over to Chelsea's house for an early Christmas dinner. It was tasty. The Yeosu veteran and resident holiday extrodanaire can cook. We relaxed and began talking about plans for Christmas weekend. We also spent a vast majority of the time rehashing the faded memories from the night before.
Monday morning, my real birthday, was kicked off by talking with my folks. There isn't a better way to start a week. Although I slept in quite a bit due to my lively weekend, we were still able to converse for a short but sweet amount of time. As soon as I stepped foot into work little Arnold came running up to me and wished me a happy birthday. These kids are so cute! For snack the Korean teachers made pancakes cause they know I like them. By the end of the day, two mothers had each bought me cakes, and one of them bought two pizzas as well. Needless to say the gym is calling my name. Work was amazing. I felt so greatful, and at the sametime so undeserving. I give the credit to my folks. They're the ones who raised me. Thanks mom and dad. I love you.
In this post I've left out quite a few details but somethings are better kept off the internet. Oh yeah, one more thing. I'm going to Japan for a qucik three day trip coming up. I'm excited. I'm taking a hydrofoil across the Korean Strait and once landing in Japan I'm gonna take the train down to Nagasaki. The place has serious history. It was the first port that opened to foreign trade in Japan. The Portuguese, Dutch and to a smaller extent the Chinese. It's obviously most notorious for being the site of the second atomic bomb attack. There's supposed to be a cool monument and a park titled Peace Park. It should be a nice trip. I'll definitely keep you guys updated.
Well if you got to the end of this I thank you for taking time out of your day to read a few words that just another young man in Yeosu wrote. For those back home, I miss you and those here, I'm stoked I have you as friends.
peace and love,
Tyler James.
ps. I don't care how bad the Niners are. I love 'em just the same.

All We Are Saying

Well it's 25 years since John Lennon was sadly taken from a world that I had yet to know. Lennon's death on December 8th, 1980 proceeded my birth by 1 year and 11 days, yet I feel as though the man has been a part of me since I first listened to my mother play John's greatest hits when I was still in single digit youth. When originally confused about girls, later young ladies, and now women I listen to "Jealous Guy" or "I'm So Tired." After Bush sent U.S. kids to Iraq I entered repeat song on my Ipod and let "Imagine" marinate my brain with thoughts that are so basic yet still so hard for those in power to exercise. If I've slept past my alarm and I'm still tired there's no better song to put on than "I'm Only Sleeping." Try this, roll one up, put on your headphones and listen to "Tomorrow Never Knows," your mind will be a canvas where only the most vibrant colors are used to paint "tangerine trees and marmalade skys." My life seems to change everytime I think about "A Day in the Life."
Originally I thought about how so much has changed since Lennon's life was taken in front of the Dakota. But after some thought I realized that not much has changed. At the time of John's death, Carter was a lame duck president soon to be replaced by a big spending Republican, who encouraged nationalism and used military might to interfer in messes on foreign soil (Lebannon, Grenada, and El Salvador, amongst others.) Although I'd like to "Imagine all the people living life in peace," after some observations, John, I would say "you're a dreamer." I wish I could list John's causes with check marks next to them and not big red X's. But the bottom line is we haven't learned from the past. Shit, I'm 23 years old but I know that. Nixon to Bush. Vietnam to Iraq. 10,000s of nukes to 100,000s of nukes. Does anyone else notice we're going down the wrong path? In the most miniscual way I'm glad John is gone. He'd be so dissapointed in our progress...or lack there of.
Find the a person you love. If it's a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband or wife and play "Oh, Yoko" (Yeah I know she's crazy but that's beside the point. He was truly in love and no matter how geeked she is true love is a beautiful thing). The song contains lyrics that encapsulate the warmth only the sun radiates. Try "God." The man tells you what he believes but not in a manner of preaching. He's manifesting that we have the chance, no the right, to believe what we want. These songs are just one man's suggestions, in which only a few people may see, but thanks to John Lennon I've learned that one man can accomplish so much.
While at school, work, your house, or a hotel hot tub with a Swedish snow bunny, put on some Johnny L. and enjoy.
In Rememberance of John Winston Lennon.
Peace and Love,
Tyler James

Snow Flakes and a Pet Hamster

As the charcoal smoldered and the pork tenderloins browned a star-filled night become a not-so-distant memory. At first, the frozen moisture sprinkling from the sky was exciting because it officially maked the first snowfall I've experienced in the place I reside. Eventually, after 20 minutes or so, the nostalgia wore off. But by no means did the greatness of the night decrease. While the snow began to conceal the ground my friends and I burnt our pork tenderloins, talked of good times and had an improptu snowball fight(are they ever planned?). Sunday, December 4th, 2005 will go down as a very memorable date for many a year to come.
The other big happening of the last few days was my aquisition of a pet hamster. I picked him up off waivers. One of my students had it in a paper cup and it was shaking from the cold. I don't know what came over me but I really felt for this little critter. The student's mom wouldn't let her keep it so I decided that I would take it home and see what I could do for it's health. It looked like it was on the verge of stepping into the white hampter light. Muchangi is his name. It means handsome in Korean. He's about 3 inches, has light grey hair, with the exception of a dark streak running down the center of his back. I hope I can keep him alive. I've never had a rodent as a pet...come to think about it I've never had a pet.
I'll keep Muchangi's condition updated as more happenings occur.

First Post

Hello. Well this is my first shot at blogging. Honestly, I'm pretty excited. I've heard about blogging from shmoes like Arianna Huffington and I've had some inclination to further explore this new arena but I never got my act together. Now thanks to my boy S. Nilson (what up kid) I'm gonna start destroying cyberspace. I'm hoping this will be a good way for my friends and family to see what is going on out here in Korealand (it's similar to Disneyland minus the mouse ears). I'm gonna try and keep this updated as much as possible though I know that I'll be incognito at times. It's just my style.
Well I guess I should do some updating of my life out here. I'm living in a city named Yeosu which is located in southern South Korea. In this coastal, picturesque municipality I'm teaching children English. God, if only I was just teaching English. I've been doing a lot of wiping snot from kids nosies, cleaning up puke (Have you ever seen the puke of a kid that just eats rice? It ain't pretty), and constantly attempting to convince a 3 year old not to cry because the shrill that emanates from his mouth is similar to an infintile Bornean monkey that has gone a week from his mothers suckle. Other than the few minor issues stated above everything else is dandy.
My place of residence is a small studio. It's quite cozy. The room is big enough to make look like a desaster area at times but generally I'm keeping it clean (that's for you mom). The neighborhood that I live in is awesome. Across the street from my place is work, up the street is my local convience store, that stocks cheap beer and unrefrigerated eggs. One can find these items once navigating passed the shelves of dried fish and sausage shaped and flavored cheese sticks. There are many 24 hour gimbop restaurants within a 2 minute walk out my door (gimbop is like a sushi roll minus the tasty filling. The Koreans put ham, egg, radish, some green vegetable and a processed fish product in the center. But sometimes I order the chumchi (tuna, not fresh but outta the can) and this is quite tasty). It's a pretty happening area, throughout the night I hear soju influenced Koreans arguing about things that seem important.
I've been doing many things to keep busy. I picked up a guitar and have been playing a lot. I'm reading Dracula by Bram Stoker and getting excited about spending time in Transylvania next fall. I download shows from back home. The Apprentice and Lost are my two fave's. Sometimes I'll download a football game, pick up a Budweiser, play "God Bless America", and eat a hot dog, all while skimming through the lastest "Nascar Monthly" that I have shipped out here. It's fun. When not at home I'm usually with friends. I have buddies that live a short taxi ride away. They're all Canucks. Needless to say I recieve my fair share of anti-Americanism. But that's fine, I'm doing my best to uphold the reputation of California, not Kentucky, Nevada or Florida. Speaking of Florida currently I'm in negociations with the Canadians about trading the entire state for the city of Vancouver, BC. They could have a piece of land in the Caribbean, sunshine, freshly squeezed orange juice, Disneyworld, Jeb Bush, Tallahasse, Elian Gonzales' aunt, and Katherine Harris. Maybe I should leave those last four outta the pitch.
Anyway how bout those Niners? And now on to more uplifting topics. Is it just me or is the internet the most amazing thing invented in my 23+ years on this revolving rock? I think that unless Magic Johnson shares his cure of AIDS with the rest of the world, the internet will go down as being the greatest invention/discovery of my life. Thank you Al Gore.
Well, it's Satuday night and a friend of mine is spending his last night in town before heading off to Thailand and the Phillipines and eventually relocating to Taiwan. Speaking of Taiwan I think I'm gonna refer to them as the Democratic Republic of China for now on. I'm over the Lenin loving, Mao idolising, bird flu spreading, river polluting, Uighur oppressing, Tibet conquering, red flag waving, protester silencing, People's Republic of China.
Man the internet is cool. I'm out.
Peace and Love,
Tyler James