An essay by Kim Phuoc, the naked girl who ran down the road during a Vietnam War’s bombing attack:
Napalm is very powerful but faith, forgiveness and love are much more powerful. We would not have war at all if everyone could learn how to live with true love, hope and forgiveness.
I used to love Chinese TV series, particularly the martial art episodes like The Legend of Condor Heroes. Not only the flying fantasies, but also the pure romances were captivating. The most intimacy moment is when a girl placed her face on a man’s chest and he held her around his arms.
In the early days in the States, I didn’t have the luxury of TV and VCR. So I used to go to my cousin’s house, which is a block from my apartment, to glue myself to the TV instead of learning English, especially in the summertime when I didn’t have anything to do. My cousin ran an oriental grocery store downstairs and lived upstairs. So it was quite convenient to hang out. I just went upstairs, popped in the tape and enjoyed myself.
One summer my cousin’s brother got divorced and moved back into the house. He stayed at the room where the TV and VCR were. Like usual, I went into the room to kill my time with those Chinese tapes, but there was a tape still stayed in the VCR. So I just pressed played and my whole life changed forever.
The movie began with a girl wearing short skirt strolling down the street in her roller skate along with the 70s music. She stopped by a house and peeped into a crack. Behind the wall, a man and a woman appeared naked. As they were kissing, she moved down toward his private part. I was shocked when she put the whole thing into her mouth. The camera switched back to the peeping girl as she started to rub her breasts. Back into the hot action, the couple switched turn. He started to lick her G-spot.
I have never seen anything like this before except when she bent over and he stroked himself in behind her. I saw two dogs did that several times in Viet Nam. At this point, the skating girl already worked her way down into her private area with her fingers. My most outrageous reaction was when he shot all over her face. I didn’t even know what that white stuff was.
I was panicking and hoping my cousin wouldn’t go upstairs. Part of me wanted to watch more, but part of me didn’t want to get caught. I rewind the tape back to where I first saw the clip so that no one knew I was watching it. I ran straight home and the only things played on my mind were those graphical actions. I even had a fever. That was the first time I was exposed to pornography.
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the anorexic vampire. Damn!
The benefit summer prospectus. Gotta love the chart.
“No Matter What.” His rhyme is tight.
Photos of 10 very rare clouds. Kind of neat.
I don’t like waiting. No wait, I hate waiting and that is what I do everyday. I wait for the bus in the morning and it always late. The bus drops me off the Metro and I wait again. The good thing is that the Metro has a ticker that tells you how many more minutes a train will arrive. It’s a brilliant concept. I get off the train and then wait again for the next train.
I get to work and I wait everyday for people to provide me their contents. Without the contents the site is just a piece of eye candy. I move on the next project and wait for more contents. So now I am working on three sites simultaneously with missing contents. Isn’t that fun?
I go home. I wait for the Metro and the bus again. Not only that I wait for my wife to come out of her work so we can ride the bus home together. Yesterday I snapped because of all the waiting that builds up day after day. Well, I didn’t snapped. I was just being grumpy. Everyday seemed like a waiting day for me. I took my crankiness out on her. We got into a little heated argument on waiting, but we made up afterward. Still love her to death.
I suppose I need some waiting management. I can’t seem to distract myself from waiting. I more I look at the clock, the more impatient I get. A minute becomes an hour. An hour seems like infinity. Let’s just say that waiting sucks.
Little Eric took the key to his dad’s van, drove in the middle of the street, parked the van and ran back into the house. No one in the house noticed except for the neighbor. The police was called and now his dad has to go to court. The story shook me for a second and it takes me back to my own obsession with car.
I was much older than Eric though, maybe twelve or thirteen. I wanted to experience how driving felt like. At that time I was still living in my aunt’s house. It was in the summertime, everyone went to work and I was home alone. So was the van and I knew exactly where the key was. I took the key, started up the ignition, put my foot on the brake paddle, geared in reverse and let the van moved. It was such a guilty pleasure. I stopped the van drove upward and then back for a couple of time. It felt good, but I wanted to hit the street. Luckily I didn’t have the gut to do so.
Like me, little Eric has always been fascinated with electronics. Unlike me Eric has a much stronger personality or he is just too young to understand the consequence. I am lad that he stopped the van and ran back inside the house. So he does have some fear in him. Lord knows what would happen if he drove on. My sister was at work or else she would whipped him. I am thankful that he didn’t get hurt.
