So I'm going to cheat. I've been home (which is the USA for you tea party people) since the 20th of July but I'm going to pretend I'm still in VN so I can finish up this blog. Thus, I must ask you to suspend belief and imagine real hard I'm still back in Vietnam, forgetting the fact I have been stuffing my face with high fructose corn syrup and processed foods for the past week.
Done? Okay.
I finished up my stint in Saigon for about 6 days. Now, if you have heard me talk about my family in Saigon, it may seem like I hate them--and to an extent, I do in that they suffocate the hell out of me and as DJ Jazzy Jeff would say, they "just don't understand" or get me, mainly my sarcasm, and this results into them thinking I am the dumbest person in the world.
Example: I leave the house without permission to walk around. Now understand, this is after I have lived in Hanoi practically by myself for 10 months. They call me a couple of times and I just tell them I'm walking. I'm hungry and buy a sweet bun. I return home and my aunt looks surprised I can feed myself.
"How much did you buy that?!?!"
I reply, "300k [15 dollars]."
"OH MY GOD YOU GOT RIPPED OFF!!@!@!@"
I have a blank stare. "You know 300K is 15 dollars. Who would buy a bun for 15 dollars?"
"WHY DID YOU BUY THAT FOR SO MUCH!@!@??"
"I didn't really buy it for 300k..." Sigh. I spend 10 minutes trying to tell them I was joking...
Example 2: I go for another illegal walk. I return.
"Where were you?"
"Walking."
"Do you even know where you are going??!?@!"
"Nope. And by walking down the street, I was mugged, lost my cell phone, and had to eat a dead rat on the street to survive."
"WHAT?!@?! You got MUGGED#!@!!??"
"No..."
"OH MY GOD, and YOUR PHONE!@!??"
"No..." Another 20 minutes there.
Example 3: There is an ad in VN TV and movie theaters that show a white couple screaming at a spider. A white girl pops in and googles on her phone how to kill spiders. However, she does it in Viet.
I say, "Wow, her Vietnamese is really good. Even better than mine!"
My cousins looks at me. "No, they use computer animation to do that. You see, she really doesn't know Vietnamese..."
"I know...I was joking and trying to make a comment about race and advertising in VN....you know what, just FUCK IT and everybody get a sense of humor!!" (This was a boiling over point--And the f--k it part was in my head)
Another thing that bothered me was really a translation issue. Now I can almost eat anything. My limits include dogs, cats, and durian (sau rieng). Other than that, I am good to go. My family would try to feed me every 2 hours (see post about food/eating). As a normal person, I don't eat that much so I would politely decline if they offered food because as an adult, I have learned to understand signals my body gives me, such as "I'm not hungry right now." Yet, when I decline food, they say khong biet an, which translates to "I don't know how to eat that." As a person who ate a rat on the street to survive, I find that really condescending and it always pissed me off because I don't want to be labeled as the pansy "I like my lettuce e coli free" fancy-pants American who is afraid of oriental food. I can and have eaten almost every major dish of Vietnam.
The phrase "khong biet an," however, does mean something a bit different than its literal translation. I know this but it still angers me for the reason above. It usually means that a person doesn't prefer to eat a certain food, as in I don't favor this specific fruit. This complicates things as when they say that, they decide I'm still hungry, they just recommended the wrong dish and still push food towards my digestive system, not understanding that I don't eat because I'm NOT hungry. It also angered me that none of them recognized that nobody in the family wanted to eat every 2 hours, showing that NORMAL people don't eat this much. Yes, I get they are trying to be nice, but please leave me alone. [Slams door, listens to Nirvana with my lower lip out]
Yes, looking back, I was a bit of a cranky pants to my family, but I did cool off, at least I tried to, at the end of the week. And yes I do sound like a 15 year old teenager with a bad tude because my parents never did this to me during my teen years so here was my chance to be a rebellious teenage at age 24.
Still, I like my family. If you think about the situation, I guess I can understand their position: 1) They are responsible for me in a "foreign" country and have to answer to my parents 2) I'm kind of a big deal, 3) and here is the toughest one, I probably will not make it back to VN before some of them die.
So while I wished they would be more considerate of what I wanted--for example, just room to breathe--I do realize VN is not a yearly trip for me and I have only meet my family 3 times in my life. I don't like to think about this stuff, and I'm sure most don't, but it is something I need to recognize and accept. A week of being sheltered isn't so bad in the long run, considering these may be the last moments I spend with them. It was nice to share that time, even if it wasn't very pleasant for me, but you got to be less selfish when it comes to stuff like this.
To pump up my ego even more, I also recognize that from my dad's side, my two sisters and I are the future of US-VN relationships for the family because my dad is the only member here in the US. This might complicate things in the future in terms of money (see Daughter From DaNang--also an example of suffocating family life, though I'm not a big fan of her actions. Also, right now, money isn't a big deal as I am still a student, thus I am POOR. Please donate to my bank account.), but I do feel I should have some connection to them presently and in the future. And to be realistic, if I was getting older and towards the end of my life, I would want to spend as much time with Tony as possible.
So there are some memories of my family life in VN. Again, messy yet loving. So, you know, like every family in the world. I know I have become negative Nancy again, but good times include really good food (when I was hungry), fun conversations, and sad, yet meaningful goodbyes.
More quick memories:
The airport security stopping me in Saigon for my 300 pirate discs. "Well the American shows are okay, but we're going to have to take the Vietnamese films." That comment was surprising to me--last time, it was the American DVDs causing problems, not the VN films. After some haggling, I was let through. Don't tell the dude this, but I was on the verge of giving him 20 bucks, with the upward limit of 75 dollars. Informal Economies. It's for Research. Learning about piracy culture. Pick one of those excuses and don't judge me.
Seeing a European tourist cry because she was being honked at too much when crossing the street. This is why I believe when the nuclear Apocalypse comes, as foretold in the book of Sarah Connor, people from third world countries will do MUCH better than us wimpy first world peeps.
Another example. Seeing a small kid, maybe 5 or 6, pick up a leaf. I'm thinking, Oh that's cute. Him eating the leaf. Oh shit. Seeing stuff like this has made me much more humble and now I have this nasty habit of labeling things "first-world" problems and "real" problems. Don't get me wrong, I still complain a lot about stupid things, but I try to be more aware of real problems.
Example of "first-world" problems: Oh man, Netflix is now 15 dollars. I have to pay so much to stream movies through my xbox. Oh geez, life is hard.
Real problem: Shut the fuck up. I just ate a leaf from the street for lunch. Take your twitter problems and shove it up your ass. [This is why this is a nasty habit]
Post is getting a bit long. Save more for later.
tony
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Countdown to the end...
Please play this song when reading this post. Unless you live in the USA then play the second song. Yes, I take blogging to the next dimension.
So I've been accused for painting a negative picture of my "homeland," but only from one person and her opinion doesn't really matter anyways. Looking back, I would say yes, the term Hanoian Assholery could be taken as a less than positive term and there are some posts about the more darker sides of the Vietnam. Still, I stand by my blog (unless later on I get called out, then I will deny, deny, deny) because I feel I defend VN a lot in many ways and (hopefully) don't illustrate VN in terms of black and white, but messy, conflicted, and complex grays, perhaps similar to the way I see and feel about VN as a person who straddles the line between local and foreigner. Plus, if I only did positive posts, wouldn't that make me a communist propaganda machine?
As much crap as I give Hanoi, I really enjoyed my time there (turn the music up if you are on track 1) and it was a pretty sad time to leave (I left two days ago). It was much harder than I imagined to "chia tay" (literally split hands but used as semi slang for breakups/leaving relationships) with people, though I blame all these people for giving me gifts that made me go over the airplane weight limit by 50 kgs. (However, I was only charged for 30 because either I was cute or the woman behind the counter was really bad at math. Considering she's Asian, the only logical conclusion was that I was so cute, she saved me 40 dollars.)
So special shout out to my research peoples, who considering the nature of my research, were surprisingly really open about their work and literally took me in as family. Another to people who helped me out with my Viet, get settled in with research connections even before I got here, and took me out to see the city of Hanoi. And last in my monkey sphere (not really an academic source but good enough for this blog) are the people who introduced me to the concept of the monkey sphere slash jump until you want to vomit and pass out club (a special post will be dedicated to y'all later). And thanks for the shirt, as I have a pair of cutoff jeans that would totally rock that look.
Ummm, so in dedication to the special city of Hanoi, I will try to list some of my most memorable experiences there, good and bad. While filled with Hanoi Assholery, there is much charm and a different kind of friendliness that accompanies the assholes. I would definitely visit it again and if things work out, perhaps live there for an extended amount of time again.
One of the first memories I have of Hanoi is the bus system. Standing one day by a bus stop, a bus pulls up and does the normal "I can't fully stop or the bus will explode!!" routine and seeing a pregnant woman, I'm guessing 6 to 8 months, waddle-run while using her hands to hold up her stomach as the bus was creeping away at a fairly fast pace. Yeah, this isn't Kansas anymore--unless the pregnant woman was black, then that probably happens all the time in Kansas.
Another bus story involves the great navigation of VIP in a bus in Thanh Hoa. Visiting her family in the countryside, we were on local bus that goes near her family's house. She asks the bus worker we needed to get to this stop and it seemed like everything was set. Until about 20 minutes (longer?) later, she asked when the stop was coming. Hah, the look on that guy's face. It kind of said "Shit, I forgot you guys were there!" It turns out we missed our stop by a bunch of kilometers and the WHOLE bus was laughing at us city-folk (or at least they were in my head). We got off and we had the option of walking to the next bus stop to retrace our route or call her family. However, at least the weather was nice and cool and the views of mountains and the green farms pretty relaxing. This was perhaps due to being in the city too long but it was eerily quiet and if we were minorities (which we kind of were), we would have been murdered Texas Chainsaw style. Fun trip, considering VIP was very consistent in her ability to get us in the wrong direction (we had another bus incident in the morning).
Another "first" memory was my first time going to the market to buy veggies. After selecting about 3 kilos of food, I asked how much and the lady said 16,000 dong (80 cents). Now I really thought my Vietnamese was crap because there was no way that was correct and was somewhat bummed because I thought I at least mastered numbers. Turns out, I did know my numbers and that was the correct figure. Gosh darn that's cheap.
And that's with me not even trying to bargain. One time, I was trying to buy toys for Christmas and I only had 300K. So in my mind, I was like "Let's do this, under 300k!!" So I picked out like 5 toys and I asked a very generic how much, expecting some relatively high price for VN, around 500K and I was planning to HALF that as my goal to get under 300k. How much? 220,000. Oh.....I'll take it. Damn.
Two more quick points. I have learned that here in VN, you should NEVER go to the movies by yourself. I needed to see Rio, the Vietnamese VO version to compare it to another translation of the film. I managed to catch it on the last day it was playing, which was like a Tuesday and there were only 2 times: 9 am and 11 am. Fair to say, it was a random movie at a random time and I felt like some fun "Tony" time. So I went to Megastar and brought a ticket. The girl behind the counter asked, "Just one?" and gave me a puzzled face. I said "Yup." She laughed at me. I then went to the person that collects tickets. "Just you?" "Yup." She laughed at me. When I left the room, the people who clean up the popcorn laughed at me. I told a friend about this and she said, "You went alone...?" And then she laughed at me. "WHY?"
Apparently, you are suppose to go to movies with other people so afterward, you can chat about it. It's like a tradition or something. So I tried it with my cousins and they picked the wonderful Transformers 3, though you have to give the Bay credit, he certainly can film an action scene. My impressions of the film: I found it amazing that Rosie Huntington-Whitely survived the last hour of the film (which was one huge battle scene) in heels. She ran across Chicago while it was being devoured in heels. Anyways, this movie led to the funniest/weirdest quote I've heard in VN a la my cousin: "It had too much talking!"
tony
So I've been accused for painting a negative picture of my "homeland," but only from one person and her opinion doesn't really matter anyways. Looking back, I would say yes, the term Hanoian Assholery could be taken as a less than positive term and there are some posts about the more darker sides of the Vietnam. Still, I stand by my blog (unless later on I get called out, then I will deny, deny, deny) because I feel I defend VN a lot in many ways and (hopefully) don't illustrate VN in terms of black and white, but messy, conflicted, and complex grays, perhaps similar to the way I see and feel about VN as a person who straddles the line between local and foreigner. Plus, if I only did positive posts, wouldn't that make me a communist propaganda machine?
As much crap as I give Hanoi, I really enjoyed my time there (turn the music up if you are on track 1) and it was a pretty sad time to leave (I left two days ago). It was much harder than I imagined to "chia tay" (literally split hands but used as semi slang for breakups/leaving relationships) with people, though I blame all these people for giving me gifts that made me go over the airplane weight limit by 50 kgs. (However, I was only charged for 30 because either I was cute or the woman behind the counter was really bad at math. Considering she's Asian, the only logical conclusion was that I was so cute, she saved me 40 dollars.)
So special shout out to my research peoples, who considering the nature of my research, were surprisingly really open about their work and literally took me in as family. Another to people who helped me out with my Viet, get settled in with research connections even before I got here, and took me out to see the city of Hanoi. And last in my monkey sphere (not really an academic source but good enough for this blog) are the people who introduced me to the concept of the monkey sphere slash jump until you want to vomit and pass out club (a special post will be dedicated to y'all later). And thanks for the shirt, as I have a pair of cutoff jeans that would totally rock that look.
Ummm, so in dedication to the special city of Hanoi, I will try to list some of my most memorable experiences there, good and bad. While filled with Hanoi Assholery, there is much charm and a different kind of friendliness that accompanies the assholes. I would definitely visit it again and if things work out, perhaps live there for an extended amount of time again.
One of the first memories I have of Hanoi is the bus system. Standing one day by a bus stop, a bus pulls up and does the normal "I can't fully stop or the bus will explode!!" routine and seeing a pregnant woman, I'm guessing 6 to 8 months, waddle-run while using her hands to hold up her stomach as the bus was creeping away at a fairly fast pace. Yeah, this isn't Kansas anymore--unless the pregnant woman was black, then that probably happens all the time in Kansas.
Another bus story involves the great navigation of VIP in a bus in Thanh Hoa. Visiting her family in the countryside, we were on local bus that goes near her family's house. She asks the bus worker we needed to get to this stop and it seemed like everything was set. Until about 20 minutes (longer?) later, she asked when the stop was coming. Hah, the look on that guy's face. It kind of said "Shit, I forgot you guys were there!" It turns out we missed our stop by a bunch of kilometers and the WHOLE bus was laughing at us city-folk (or at least they were in my head). We got off and we had the option of walking to the next bus stop to retrace our route or call her family. However, at least the weather was nice and cool and the views of mountains and the green farms pretty relaxing. This was perhaps due to being in the city too long but it was eerily quiet and if we were minorities (which we kind of were), we would have been murdered Texas Chainsaw style. Fun trip, considering VIP was very consistent in her ability to get us in the wrong direction (we had another bus incident in the morning).
Another "first" memory was my first time going to the market to buy veggies. After selecting about 3 kilos of food, I asked how much and the lady said 16,000 dong (80 cents). Now I really thought my Vietnamese was crap because there was no way that was correct and was somewhat bummed because I thought I at least mastered numbers. Turns out, I did know my numbers and that was the correct figure. Gosh darn that's cheap.
And that's with me not even trying to bargain. One time, I was trying to buy toys for Christmas and I only had 300K. So in my mind, I was like "Let's do this, under 300k!!" So I picked out like 5 toys and I asked a very generic how much, expecting some relatively high price for VN, around 500K and I was planning to HALF that as my goal to get under 300k. How much? 220,000. Oh.....I'll take it. Damn.
Two more quick points. I have learned that here in VN, you should NEVER go to the movies by yourself. I needed to see Rio, the Vietnamese VO version to compare it to another translation of the film. I managed to catch it on the last day it was playing, which was like a Tuesday and there were only 2 times: 9 am and 11 am. Fair to say, it was a random movie at a random time and I felt like some fun "Tony" time. So I went to Megastar and brought a ticket. The girl behind the counter asked, "Just one?" and gave me a puzzled face. I said "Yup." She laughed at me. I then went to the person that collects tickets. "Just you?" "Yup." She laughed at me. When I left the room, the people who clean up the popcorn laughed at me. I told a friend about this and she said, "You went alone...?" And then she laughed at me. "WHY?"
Apparently, you are suppose to go to movies with other people so afterward, you can chat about it. It's like a tradition or something. So I tried it with my cousins and they picked the wonderful Transformers 3, though you have to give the Bay credit, he certainly can film an action scene. My impressions of the film: I found it amazing that Rosie Huntington-Whitely survived the last hour of the film (which was one huge battle scene) in heels. She ran across Chicago while it was being devoured in heels. Anyways, this movie led to the funniest/weirdest quote I've heard in VN a la my cousin: "It had too much talking!"
tony
Friday, July 8, 2011
My Potential Mistresses
Awhile back, I was asked by my uncle if I had a girlfriend in Hanoi. Of course, I said no (wink, wink EAG) and he replied, "Tại sao, cháu sợ?" which translates to "why, are you scared?" This comment, however, was translated in my head as "Why not pussy, you scured...bitch?" And to that, I responded, "Psh, I'm playin' fool, I gots so many hoes, I don't even know what to do"--this was in Vietnamese, of course. [Editor's note: Yeah, surprisingly, the last comment did not happen. I know, shocking. What really happened was a weak "noooo..." was stuttered and a sad walk out the room, a la Arrested Development.]
Apparently, this is a very popular question and has been posed to me by my Xe om/motorbike taxi, who recommended I go to the countryside because it is "easier" to get women there (ya'll know how them country girls are) or the Philippines (yeah, don't ask because I don't know either), my other uncles, some male students, some female students (one which will be further discussed below), my landlord, and my neighbors. Now, I think some were just joking, but some others were a bit harder to discern their true feelings over the subject of having multiple "lovers." And honestly, I really believe that some of them endorse the notion that, in my case, it is okay to have a Vietnamese wife in VN and another wife (race is flexible here but Viet is preferred) in America. It is just the natural desire and virility of the Vietnamese MAN, so sorry EAG, it's in the genes. And in her jeans, and her jeans....[Ah, see what I did there. Poet, I be.]
With that inspiration for this post, I will list some potential mistresses here in VN, in no particular order because ranking them would be a bit sexist and degrading, which does not happen ever in this post. No pics because that's becoming a stalker.
The Nursing Student in Saigon
I met her in a cafe in Saigon around the time of Tet, the Vietnamese New Year. Normally a nursing student, but since everyone was off for holiday, she was helping out at her distant relative's cafe.
Pros: She is very hiền (meek, gentle), which is a nice change of pace from EAG, who has learned this nasty habit of showing "independent thought," which ladies, is kind of a turn off, FYI (I think I used this joke before...sorry). When I asked her what she does for fun in Saigon, she said, "Oh, I like studying, checking blood, running tests, helping people who are sick, etc." And the crazy thing is that there was no ounce of any sarcasm or joking, and she said it in such a soft voice, it was ridiculously innocent and pure. And a person in the medical field that cares about patients? Psh, that's why VN is still a developing nation.
Cons: I don't like to give blood for tests so I would imagine Friday nights of her taking my blood pressure and drawing blood from me a bit scary and boring.
The Film Student
I probably shouldn't write about students, but I'm going to because this is pretty funny. Met her at one of my schools I work at in Hanoi.
Pros: Very friendly and pretty. Straight to the point in many subjects.
Cons: Maybe too friendly. Said I'm too young to be in a long term relationship and that I should break it up now because it would be easier now than later. Asked me what chance she has with me, in front of the entire class (maybe this is a pro--initiative? She got ovaries of steel, as I could never do that.). The other male students in the class told me to be careful and that she is called "Da Spider" and let my imagination determine what that nickname means.
The Highly Priced Makeup Salesperson
I walk by this store to go do research and occasionally make eye contact with her.
Pros: Very Pretty. Has a job. Knows how to do makeup.
Cons: She is what some Viet people would call điệu, or "high maintenance," and that sometimes comes with an attitude undesirable to me (but maybe good for a mistress...). Stealing an artistic concept from John, I think with the amount of makeup she wears, if she ever does leave the air conditioned store, she would literally melt her face off. And we all have seen "beautiful" celebrities with their makeup off, so who knows what lies beneath. Yeah, I'm vain.
The Tour Guide in Dong Hoi
Umm, she was the tour guide we had in Dong Hoi. Met her on the tour.
Pros: I think most people on the tour (Fulbright Peeps) totally knew I was severely crushing on this lady. Cute. Cute. Cute. Cute shoes too. Can't really explain it, she was just adorable like a puppy rolling in spring grass. I'm sorry EAG but I think I love her in the way only 1990s R&B Boy Band sensation can describe:
*But don't worry EAG, I still love more, via the better 1990s R&B Boy Band Sensation Boyz II Men:*
Cons: Works in the tourism industry, though this would be good for me if I ever did marry her because of my English skills, I'm sure I would be a popular guide for English speaking tourists. Plus I can say, "I don't care what Lonely Planet says, I'm Vietnamese, are you telling me I'm wrong?? Anyways, as I was saying, after Ho Chi Minh defeated Hitler and killed 32,195 Nazis in 1975..." (It's okay, I'm a product of Texas Public Education). Yup, she's close to perfection
And no EAG, this is not a warning. Just step your game up is all I'm saying.
tony
Apparently, this is a very popular question and has been posed to me by my Xe om/motorbike taxi, who recommended I go to the countryside because it is "easier" to get women there (ya'll know how them country girls are) or the Philippines (yeah, don't ask because I don't know either), my other uncles, some male students, some female students (one which will be further discussed below), my landlord, and my neighbors. Now, I think some were just joking, but some others were a bit harder to discern their true feelings over the subject of having multiple "lovers." And honestly, I really believe that some of them endorse the notion that, in my case, it is okay to have a Vietnamese wife in VN and another wife (race is flexible here but Viet is preferred) in America. It is just the natural desire and virility of the Vietnamese MAN, so sorry EAG, it's in the genes. And in her jeans, and her jeans....[Ah, see what I did there. Poet, I be.]
With that inspiration for this post, I will list some potential mistresses here in VN, in no particular order because ranking them would be a bit sexist and degrading, which does not happen ever in this post. No pics because that's becoming a stalker.
The Nursing Student in Saigon
I met her in a cafe in Saigon around the time of Tet, the Vietnamese New Year. Normally a nursing student, but since everyone was off for holiday, she was helping out at her distant relative's cafe.
Pros: She is very hiền (meek, gentle), which is a nice change of pace from EAG, who has learned this nasty habit of showing "independent thought," which ladies, is kind of a turn off, FYI (I think I used this joke before...sorry). When I asked her what she does for fun in Saigon, she said, "Oh, I like studying, checking blood, running tests, helping people who are sick, etc." And the crazy thing is that there was no ounce of any sarcasm or joking, and she said it in such a soft voice, it was ridiculously innocent and pure. And a person in the medical field that cares about patients? Psh, that's why VN is still a developing nation.
Cons: I don't like to give blood for tests so I would imagine Friday nights of her taking my blood pressure and drawing blood from me a bit scary and boring.
The Film Student
I probably shouldn't write about students, but I'm going to because this is pretty funny. Met her at one of my schools I work at in Hanoi.
Pros: Very friendly and pretty. Straight to the point in many subjects.
Cons: Maybe too friendly. Said I'm too young to be in a long term relationship and that I should break it up now because it would be easier now than later. Asked me what chance she has with me, in front of the entire class (maybe this is a pro--initiative? She got ovaries of steel, as I could never do that.). The other male students in the class told me to be careful and that she is called "Da Spider" and let my imagination determine what that nickname means.
The Highly Priced Makeup Salesperson
I walk by this store to go do research and occasionally make eye contact with her.
Pros: Very Pretty. Has a job. Knows how to do makeup.
Cons: She is what some Viet people would call điệu, or "high maintenance," and that sometimes comes with an attitude undesirable to me (but maybe good for a mistress...). Stealing an artistic concept from John, I think with the amount of makeup she wears, if she ever does leave the air conditioned store, she would literally melt her face off. And we all have seen "beautiful" celebrities with their makeup off, so who knows what lies beneath. Yeah, I'm vain.
The Tour Guide in Dong Hoi
Umm, she was the tour guide we had in Dong Hoi. Met her on the tour.
Pros: I think most people on the tour (Fulbright Peeps) totally knew I was severely crushing on this lady. Cute. Cute. Cute. Cute shoes too. Can't really explain it, she was just adorable like a puppy rolling in spring grass. I'm sorry EAG but I think I love her in the way only 1990s R&B Boy Band sensation can describe:
*But don't worry EAG, I still love more, via the better 1990s R&B Boy Band Sensation Boyz II Men:*
Cons: Works in the tourism industry, though this would be good for me if I ever did marry her because of my English skills, I'm sure I would be a popular guide for English speaking tourists. Plus I can say, "I don't care what Lonely Planet says, I'm Vietnamese, are you telling me I'm wrong?? Anyways, as I was saying, after Ho Chi Minh defeated Hitler and killed 32,195 Nazis in 1975..." (It's okay, I'm a product of Texas Public Education). Yup, she's close to perfection
And no EAG, this is not a warning. Just step your game up is all I'm saying.
tony
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