Archive for July 2009
Today as I waited for the electrician to replace the transformers,
I decided to do an experiment I had wanted to do for a long time. That is to measure how long it would take for my cardboard boxes to be collected by the gazillions of street scavengers here.
At 1:19pm I put them out.
For the next 4 minutes I waited in vain. At 1:24pm he came, an old man on a rickety bike wearing a fedora hat. Kindly he asked me if he could take the boxes.
At 1:25 the boxes were gone.
What can I say…Poverty sometimes is good.
There are various level of speed:
1. You go to a restaurant, order a dish, wait for the cook to whip it up and bring it out. That is nothing special (except for how quickly the food is cooked) and hence wont be discussed in this post
2. You drive to a restaurant. A cart is waiting with a bunch of dishes ready made. You sit there and wait for him to put it together and bring it to you. Total time=driving time+wait time
3. You walk outside your office. A cart is waiting with a bunch of dishes ready made. You sit there, wait for him to put it together and bring it to you. Total time=walking time+wait time
4. You walk outside your office. A guy is sitting there with a bunch of trays of several varieties. You pick one you like. Total time=walking time
Three more “mobile restaurants” across the street. Note how empty they are versus the previous one. Once again location is everything.
The river is darker but still clear and green. Far away lays the vast expanse of rice paddies, dotted with trees and ponds. If you strain your eyes further, you can spot the sun hiding behind the glooming mountain range, playfully throwing sparkles of light here and there, onto the glassy river’s surface, onto the little kids shrieking gleefully, onto the thick forest of a thousand year old, and onto you.
Taken outside D&D club on Nguyen Thi Minh Khai st, where baby dolls, super cars, ecstasies, old men, and heavy liquor all blend together in one big mess of debauchery.
I was talking to a girl just now when I said “Có gì a qua đón e nhe”. Just as I finished that sentence, I realized how local i have become. Before when someone used that quintessentially Vietnamese word “Có gì” ,it really bothered me because I felt like the person who said it really didn’t mean it or if he did, he only meant it in the sense that the only chance he would actually go through with it depended on whether some extraordinary event happened.
Fast forward a year later and I find myself saying the same thing, without even realizing it. Even worse I find myself using it to convey the exact meaning which I so hated 😦