..:. Cracking My Vainpot .:..

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If the Yellow River is the cradle of Chinese civilization, then yellow (soy) beans must be what made me yellow.

I've been drinking yellow (soy) milk and dipping yellow (soy) sauce for all my life. Yet, I've never ever seen or touched a yellow (soy) plant until this week, when I travelled with a bunch color people to a 93% white suburb of Missouri.

It was such a strange feeling, that I had to go all the way across the globe to come face to face for with this pod of familiar beans for the first time.

I even remember that famous 7-step "bean" Classic poem from the 3rd century Three Kingdom.

No mum. I want a black president and I suck white cock, but I haven't lost my true color.

Statistically speaking, the wealth gap between the rich and the poor in America always, always shrinks under a Democratic government...

If you sign up as a volunteer, you won't have to go to the zoo area towards the back, where latecomers snaked around the whole memorial more than once...

"Vote Now"

"What are the conservatives conserving?"

"Yes We Can"

"No third term" "Ask me how many houses I have"

Smiley gangsta 

"Time for a Change"

"That One"

"History in the Making"

The VIP Stand

Location: WWI Museum, Liberty Memorial, Kansas City

Time: 2008-10-18, 4-7pm

Attendance: 75,000

Show Me Your Vote!

Yard signs

Obama memorabilia, even a cardboard cutout!

A glimpse of the podium

Men in Black everywhere

It was like going through airport security.

Safety is of paramount importance, specially for an outdoor event.

Anything can happen here... remember those Palin's rednecks shouting "kill him"?

Glad to see so many enthusiastic young volunteers.

Hello boys

Rally for Change, Kansas City, Liberty Memorial, 2008-10-18

The vibe was very positive, the atmosphere was electrifying but also kinda relaxed.

Yay! Obama entering the Memorial Park.

(have to say GOOD JOB! to my Sony alpha DSLR)

I could tell that he was slightly tired, coming all d way from St Louis that morning. But he did a fine job.

There was definitely a sense that this is history in the making.

You should've seen that miles of cars that clotted the street afterwards... I simply didn't know there can be that many!

Hong Kong is called the concrete jungle. Not for no good reason, as you can see.

People there work so hard for crazy long hours just so that they can live in tiny apartments overlooking someone else's apartments.

Not worthy. Simply not worthy.

I dunno.

I don't feel welcomed.

My old man doesn't even offer to pick me up from the airport.

At last, I am in sync with the "distant father" theory for homosexuaility.