Too Lazy To Think Of A Title
April 22nd, 2008
Lots have happened in a week’s time. But been too lazy to put the events into something meaningful or thoughtful. So here’s an unedited, unscripted, 100% raw recollection of the past week.
Bachelor’s party was off the hook. Ran 5 hours of 5-on-5 basketball WiT mA bOiZ. Three days after and I still can’t put on my underwear standing up. Oh my aching body!
My greatest fear has been realized. While driving home, the brake on my car failed. Saw the red light, hit the brake pedal, nothing happened. Car kept on moving. I saw my life flashed before my eyes. In a desperate attempt to stop the car, I steer into the curb. Car cleared curb, merged onto incoming traffic. I’m just thankful it was me and not my sister-in-law, or worse my nephew, inside the car. Had to wake shortie up to drive me home. Interesting was that the mechanic found nothing wrong. Just an isolated incident. Maybe God was trying to warn me to not skip mass. Guess who’s gonna drag his lazy ass up on Sundays even at 8 am to attend mass from now on?
Never thought I’d be building my first house, but I may have to. Been looking at houses in the metro area. None is to my liking. If not the outside, then it’s the inside. If not the backyard, then it’s the front yard. I’m not too picky about my women, but when it comes to putting a roof over the mother of my 4 baby squiggles, that roof better be damn perfect. I’m hoping to secure a permanent residence by early next year, just in time for wedding bells. Can’t wait for my very own “túp lều lý tưởng.”
Think love lasts forever? Think again. Luck brought news that an old, old friend is currently employed at a nearby pharmacy. Back in our college days, we had a mutual respect for each other’s intellect, emulation, and down-right nerdiness. We were the elites, the top 2 students of our class. Somehow, we never went beyond friendship. I soon found my love, and she found hers. Saw her not too long ago with the same boy, thought their 8-year-and-counting stint would last. A friend told me this weekend that they had just broken up. That’s 8 years down the drain. Eight years of intimacies will soon molder into an awkward “hello” on the streets. Now that’s just sad.