Archive for November 2008
There are always some stupid parties in Saigon. The only reason why we go is the free booze and foods. Besides we need something to relieve us from boredom. Occasionally there are some decent looking PGs who go to school in the morning and do PGs at night, getting 100K/h. Guests are almost always unattractive, wearing tacky clothes and an air of new money. The models are skinny, with pouty lips and pale skins. Some got boob jobs and some cut their hair to look like dastardly bastards. There are about 5 or 6 of them that walk these shows. I see them so often but never talk to them. What is the point? I m neither attracted to them nor do I have the money to wine and dine them.
Anyway here are some pics
Chivas party @ White Palace
Smirnoff party @ FTV
Opening of Audi dealership
White party @ Son Ha
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These people are tough. They walk all day in the heat and dust, eating breathing pissing and shitting on the streets.Their skins are burnt, their hands and feet callous. But they have no other choice but walk. It is a number game since they face rejections 99% of the time. And for that rare 1% of the time, they make only 500 dong per ticket. This means any moment at rest is a loss of time (and money). By 4pm it is a race against time. Where ever they are, they gotta be back at the distributor to return unsold tickets. If they miss the cutoff time, they bear the loss. Then it is a mad house to get choice tickets. Vietnamese buyers are super superstitious. They only buy numbers that are considered lucky (a topic for another post). They constantly check and recheck their stack to see what numbers they have left. So they walk and check, walk and check, check their time and check their numbers.
It is here where an ugly chick becomes a supermodel, a supermodel who cant talk becomes an MC, an MC with no acting skill becomes an actor, an actor with no singing talent becomes a singer, a singer with no sense of fashion founds her own label, hiring ugly chicks to model her shows, starting the cycle anew.
This attitude is everywhere, from consumers preferring to buy imported goods instead of local goods w/ the same quality, to corporations giving a higher salary to foreigners w/ the same skill set as a local, to a local dating a white guy just simply because he is white. In future posts, I ll give more details about such attitude but for this post I shall talk about what happened tonite:
My friend got stopped by 2 traffic cops on Nguyen Trai st at 1:am for not wearing a helmet. Of course, whenever a cop stops you, you bribe him and go on your way. But my friend, a VK, played the role of a foreigner, pretended like he didnt understand squat and kept yelling ” I dont know! I dont know” The cops tried to intimidate him but failed, became frustrated and ultimately had to let him go. Simply because he was a foreigner.
I had no idea why. It was as if they had this implicit policy of not bothering foreigners because, according to their fuzzy logic, such act would surely destroy their career and irreparably taint foreign relation between VN and that respective country. Had it been a local, the story would have been entirely different. The bike would have been impounded for a month and a hefty fine ensued. By discriminating against their own kind, turning a blind eye against the foreigners and tolerating their belligerent and disrespectful attitudes, the cops have inadvertently encouraged such violations to continue which in turn endangers everyone sharing the same road.
Taken by my iphone, hence the grainy quality.
A couple of days ago, I walked past the park near my house. It was night time. We just went to an ice cream parlor on the next street. I was in a good mood. The ice cream was yummy. The night was young. Scooters were zooming by. There was love and tireless energy in the air.
And then I noticed a row of diep trees and it suddenly occurred to me they were so small 13 years ago. Now they have grown over 10m in height, with large trunks and overarching branches. Then and there I realized how old I has become, how old my parents and brothers have become…
And then I wonder where all the time has gone…