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March 28, 2008 marked the birth of Alex Tran. The cutie pie joined baby Francis as the new addition to our fast-growing family!

Alex and Francis

Hallelujah! I am free at last! No more schools! Two months of vacationing, of not working, of sleeping in ’til 12 ahead of me! Woohoo!

Hey roomie, I’m sorry bro. It probably wasn’t a big deal to you, but I feel very bad. I should have managed the situation with more class. Please accept my sincerest apology. On the flip side, we got a chance to bond, bro to bro!

This is what death must feel like. A very slow and painful death.

I knew I should have stayed home when my throat was getting scratchy. But instead, I went out for sushi on Friday with the gang. On Saturday afternoon, we stuffed ourselves with boiled crabs, and by nightfall I was overmedicated and confined to bed, unable to even move my limbs while others were enjoying the beautiful Easter weekend.

I wasn’t gonna let this damn cold ruin my Easter, so I called out my antibodies from every front, including my very own Vegas Threesome method. I even tried “cạo gió,” coin rubbing, for the first time. Though I don’t understand the logics behind it, I must admit it really works. Once the initial sting of a million knives piercing through my very flesh and the burning sensation like someone is dragging me across the pavement wore off, I felt a million times better. Baby even made me drink hot lemonade, which I hesitantly downed.

The worst part of being sick is making those around me suffer. Even little Francis got a slight temperature from my germs.

I had no choice but to call in sick and delay my freedom from boretown by another day. Damn you common cold!

My preceptor must have read my blog, because she let me off 3 hours early. Woohoo! I haven’t been this excited since ‘Ceutics final was canceled in ‘05 and school was closed due to icy conditions in ‘06. Good times, good times!

I’m back on the road again! Here’s a little Easter joke courtesy of my boy DB.

What did the Easter egg say to the boiling water?
It will take me a little longer to get hard since I just got laid last night!

Happy Easter!

Babe,

I ain’t got no money.
I ain’t got no car to take you on a date.
I can’t even buy you flowers.
But together we’ll be the perfect soulmates.

Thanks for loving me just “the way I are.”

Every afternoon on my drive home from work, I pass by a side road surrounded by 2 columns of beautiful pine trees. Somehow, looking at this road induces both nostalgia and romanticism, as I am taken back to my childhood in Vietnam. I could see the hot days of summer when I used to play under the bamboo shades with many of my cousins. The drifting wind would cool our backs as we sat there for hours hiding from the mid-afternoon sun. I could see myself walking to school on the sandy path, happily conversing with friends mindless of the approaching tests. I could see the streets of Saigon while sitting in the front of “xe xich lo” with my mom, my sister, and my brother.

It seems as if I get to experience my childhood all over again every time I pass by this road. It is truly my paradise of reminiscence. That is until today, when they decided to “pave” my paradise. The branches of left column were getting too close to the power lines. So instead of spending money rerouting the wires, they trimmed away the entire half of the column. The one thing I love about this town is now destroyed. I wouldn’t be surprised if 4 years from now all that’s left of paradise is a Super Wal-mart standing erected. Sad.

I love crawfish. Just the thought of downing a fat, juicy one alone is enough to drag me out of this hell hole and start driving south. Every time I go home, we’d go out for sushi on Friday, stay in for pho on Saturday, and pick up crawfish on Sunday. Granted, the dynamics have changed a bit on Fridays and Saturdays with Minhkey joining the party, but crawfish Sunday still remains.

A perfectly boiled crawfish contains just the right amount of spice to arouse my taste buds as I suck out the juices and the golden fat from the head. The tail is flavorful at first bite without the need for dipping sauce (although I always prefer dipping). Many places tend to overseason while boiling, leaving the crawfish too salty for my Asian taste. However, a little splash of lemon in the dipping sauce will usually counter the saltiness.

Crawfish season is in full swing, and I’m enjoying every bit of it. Staying in the South does have its perks after all.

It’s finally fucking Friday! It’s sleeting, it’s snowing, it’s raining. But who cares, it’s Friday! Damn preceptor let 3 people go home early due to bad weather; of course, I wasn’t one of them. The bitch made me stay ’til 5. Can’t blame her. Who would turn down free help?

Woman came in with 2 prescriptions, 1 for her dog and 1 for her husband. The dog’s Rx costs twice as much. She only had enough money to pay for one. She’ll come back Monday for her husband’s! Bitch!

“Ring, ring, ring.” I picked up the phone. Eerie silence for 5 seconds. I couldn’t remember for the life of me the name of the store. “Hello? is someone there?” “Oh, um, pharmacy!” I replied. Indeed, it’s finally fucking Friday!

It’s sleeting, it’s snowing, it’s raining. And I’m back on the road for another 4 hours, because “I’m coming home to love.”

I hate this “khỉ ho cò gáy” dumb ass town. From the stench of its paper mills to the dearth of decent entertainment, this hell hole has got to be the most depressing place on earth. Oh well, one month stint for my last rotation and I’m outta here, for good. Something tells me that this is going to be a long and tiring month. Busting my ass for free from 9 to 5 at one of the busiest pharmacies in the area isn’t much of a life. But at least I have the weekends to look forward to, when I can come home to my 2 “babies.”