I guess this would be the most recent picture of me that most of you would have seen in a really long time. Just like my physical appearances have change very little, beside some major details, my personal character has seen some minor adjustments.
Last night after having the chance to talk to a really great friend (who was also an equally awesome roommate), I realized that I have finally learn one of the greatest lessons to be in my lifetime, letting go. I have always been an emotional creature, albeit not a very vocal one. In the past, I always thought my biggest strength was my perseverance, to keep on going toward a dream even under the watchful eyes of impossibility. This added with the fuel that is my emotion, has proved to be my biggest downfall over and over again both in term of relationships and career choices. For the longest time I would always dwell on the past, dwell on the what if's, dwell on what was there, dwell on what wasn't even there to begin with. By talking with my close friend, he enabled me to see the folly that was my mentality in regard to dwelling. In response to one of his statements, I said, "I finally figured out the secret to being happy with the friend zone, just accept and embrace it." Ever since then I have not look back and just keep on having a wide smile on my face. To some of you out there that are having trouble with relationships, I say "Move one, do not dwell on what was there before, don't even dwell on what is here now, for one day you will dwell on what was here now. In short delete dwell/dwelling from your dictionary." Thank you Mr. Cool Guy for helping me with this.
Well today, you all are in a for a treat, you get to see a preview of what is my house, pre-renovation. But first I will document my lazy Sunday, a day with much as much unproductivity as there are sporadic rainfalls.
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| The view that I was greeted with for the whole day as I was leaving in search of food. |
As I was peacefully sleeping on Magodoro ya SUPER BANCO foam mattress, under my toasty 30 degree Fahrenheit rated sleeping bag to keep away from your friendly neighborhood female Anopheles mosquitoes, I was awoke not from the sound of my alarm blaring on of my favorite Dan Nguyen song (Nho Me). No, I was awoken by the constantly clanging noise of pellets of rain striking my questionably nailed tin roof. It has become an orchestra, a symphony of perfect meshed sounds of metallic splatters. As I laid there in my bed, realizing "great another weekend potential going to be wasted due to the rain." Seconds went by, then minutes flew passed me, and off to lala (coincidentally lala is the verb for sleeping in Kiswahili) land. For what my internal clock perceived to about 30 minutes, I was sleeping peacefully under the sound of the Metallicaqua orchestra. My alarm blared off in the fashion of an old transatlantic cruiser. I jolted up quickly hoping that the rain has already settled down in the red soiled ground. But alas, I was quickly disappointed with contrast of my expectation and reality. Trying to wait out the rain, so that I can embark on my adventure to the northern land of Konde, I decided it was best for me to catch up with some news about the United States, the world, technology, cars, and science. So on to Facebook I went. Hours passed by and still the rain was be quite persistent, raining for a couple of seconds, then stop for roughly 10 or so minutes ten raining again. This went on for who know how long, and thus my complaining self emerged. This time I'm glad he emerged because as he was complaining to one of my coolest friend who is also a snazzy professor at a snazzy community college, a memory from the past emerged. The memory of tắm mưa, running around in the maze of alleyways that was my neighborhood in Vietnam during the rain, doing slip-n-slides, and just having fun. Naturally I acted on this memory and went out to my court yard and stripped down and danced to my heart content, well until my fingers were numbed as the water was drawing little by little the heat away from my body. Overall, today I was really happy to be able to experience one of those lost memories from my childhood again. Thank you Ms. Nguyen.
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| Collecting rain water in my court yard. |
Well peace outside
- Son
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