Archive for August 2008
Here in Saigon, it is the norm that 1 guy covers the whole tab when he and his friends go out regardless of the cost. This is especially true at nightclubs, where such act is almost certainly rewarded with a lay or a business deal. But more and more often I see that role is reversed. Yesterday, I saw a petite, square-jawed girl in black dress paying at least 500 USD for the tab at D&D. All her guy (and girl) friends were just standing around looking pretty.
To me there is something infinitely sexy about such act. So to the girl who pays, you are HOT!
Whenever I receive the ball, i feel fear. The fear of getting the ball stolen, the fear of not making a good pass or not scoring. That fear causes me to screw up which causes my teammates to trust me less and not pass me the ball. The less I touch the ball, the less opportunity I get to work on my skills and my fear is compounded. I find myself in many situations when I:
-pass the ball instead of keeping it to myself and vice versa.
-dont put as much strength behind the ball.
It is a vicious circle. I m breaking out of it gradually. Hopefully next semester we’ll make the playoff and my goals wont be own goals.
As my bike was heading straight into the vicious rain, going thru bikes w/ no headlights on, it suddenly dawned on me that I d never do such a thing in the States. In fact when I landed in TSN last Nov, being on the back seat of the scooter was such as scary experience. Shit how I have changed.
This morning I dropped by the house to give Tu, the architect, some money. He wasnt there. Dia said he was just having coffee up the street and would be back soon. So I sat outside and waited.
5 minutes later, Tu walked in. From afar I could sense something was wrong. He seemed lost and in dishevel. First words out of his mouth “My iphone is stolen”.
Turned out he was standing by the sidewalk when a motorcyclist swooped in and snatched the phone, which, btw, was my present to him for drawing up the house’s new design last Xmas. We tried to text and call the phone but no luck.
His day was pretty much ruined. Besides all the valuable info in it, he actually liked the phone a lot. He also mentioned how my cousin’s expensive bike got stolen a while ago. That and all the misfortunes that fell upon those involved in my house’s construction kinda gave him the creeps. I tried to comfort him by saying we did the whole worship thing already.
He didnt seem to cheer up much. I may have to give him my used iphone…Well…depends on whether there will be any more delay or additional cost.
So we are almost 3 weeks behind schedule with no finish date in sight. Of course since the last post, more misfortunes have befallen to those involved in its construction. Here are 2 of them:
-A construction worker climbed on my next door neighbor’s roof to take a leak, slipped and fell hard. I saw him the next day. His right eye was shut black. The upper right forehead was cracked and required 3 stitches. Total medical expense was over a mil. With no worker’s comp or personal insurance, I had to help pay half of it.
-My architect hired a small villager named Địa to watch the house. It s well known he is not so bright so we set him to clean stuff and run small errands. Last Thursday around 8pm, Địa was lounging around when a guy came and struck a conversation. According to him, he was shown a fancy phone with multiple cool functionalities, which impressed him so much he decided to trade his own phone (which was bought by the architect so he could call him), plus a 100K, for the fancy phone. Once the guy was gone, Địa, to his dismay, discovered it was all but a scam. The fancy phone was, through a sleight of hand, switched for a plastic piece of toy. Poor Địa! After multiple brushes with Saigon’s thieves and con artists, he now cant wait to go back home and continue his bovine life as a duck herder.