That expression has never ever been any more true than it is right now. So true, that I have to take a break from my duties to write this short post.
In May, I was on my routinely business trip to Saigon, and I was walking down the street one evening looking for a place to eat. Looking very foreign, touristy and lost – all at the same time (I guess all tourists look like that when I think about it) – I was standing in an intersection, looking in all four directions, on a quest to find a potentially delicious restaurant. Almost like I’m being watched, I turn around and find this Vietnamese dude creeping inside a restaurant, snapping pictures of me on his phone. When realising he’s been busted and caught red-handed, he laughs and comes out to me to apologise. Or something.
Immediately, it becomes very clear that this is a very femininely homosexual Vietnamese 20-something man. Just to be clear, I have no issues with this at all, but as it turns out, he was taking pictures of me because he adored my foreign, Nordic looks. I guess I should feel kind of flattered. I dunno.
Anyway, we spoke for a while, and I told him that creeping up on strangers, taking paparazzi-like photos of them is usually not appreciated by the victim, but I cut him some slack and “forgave” him. Since I’m such a nice guy, we chatted for a few minutes, I went in and had some soup, and I took off as soon as I finished my meal.
This was the first time I can remember being hit on by a gay man.
Not those lame ones on Facebook or Instagram where you’re not even sure if they’re legit. Unfortunately, those are everywhere, and often offer non-existent inspiration for me.
Since I know you are too lazy to spend two seconds of your little life to click on the little link right above, here’s a little photo of what you’d have seen if you had been a good little friend and did what I asked you to do:
After a long and hard battle with myself, I decided that the topic for today’s post would be either: A) Quasars, B) Gamma-ray bursts, C) Wormholes, or D) a combination of the these. I know what you’re thinking, “thank GOD he didn’t choose any of those, since they all seem to suck and be super boring”. But before––or after–– you think that, let me inform you that there’s nothing boring or sucky about those topics. I’ll tell you all about it, and explain why they are absolutely delightful topics.
I just came home from work and sat down in my unbelievably uncomfortable couch and started to write this very post, and I quickly stopped when I realised that I still haven’t changed from my work clothes – which means dress pants, dress shirt, and a very rad tie. It just didn’t feel right to blog wearing that – like if you put the shoe on the wrong foot, the T-shirt on backwards, or if a person says he or she doesn’t like toast. Something’s just not right here.
Tuesdays are normally kind of lame. Not totally lame like Mondays, but still much more lame than Wednesdays or Thursdays. Fridays and Saturdays are like the emperors of the week, so everyone likes them. And Sundays are also kind of cool, but they’re too close to the mess that is Monday to be really cool.
So, my rating would have to be something like this: Saturday>Friday>Sunday>Thursday>Wednesday>Tuesday>Monday.
Looking at this equation, I’m having second thoughts on putting Sunday in 3rd place. Thursday has always been an underdog and a solid contender for the Top 3, constantly on the verge of leapfrogging Sunday. Leaving work on Thursdays, you realise you only have one day left before the weekend, and that day is Fantastic Friday. On Sundays, although you are most likely free, you know that Miserable Monday is lurking right around the corner, always ready to make your life shitty again. For now, I’m keeping Sunday in 3rd place, but the next time I’m reviewing this equation, it’s possible there’s another order here. I’ll let you know.
The point of this otherwise pointless post is to try to make you forget that you’re reading this on the second shittiest day of the week. You’re welcome.
So, below, you’ll find some recent happenings in my life regarding makeup, some things I enjoy, and a discovery that changed my life.
I really don’t want this blog to be political or filled with complaints from me. Sure, I can sarcastically discuss and laugh at some of the silly things going around in our societies, but there is also where I draw the line. That said, this post will be a bit of an exception, since I will touch on some topics that are very much in in my native country right now.
As I have mentioned in previous posts, I have been living and working abroad for almost a year now, six hours ahead in the time zones compared to where my family is. Consequently, the only real connection I have with the daily happenings of life in my native society is through what my family occasionally tell me through texts or emails, but mostly what I see and read on Facebook that my Facebook-friends share.
Taking advantage of Evernote, here are some of the notes I have observed and noted recently, thoughts that dwell deep inside my troubled head. The first one is a special one.
– Imagine yourself sitting at the window seat on an airplane, or if you arrive late at the movies and need to awkwardly squeeze past all the good citizens who can tell time already sitting there, or if you are already sitting there but have to leave for a quick bathroom break, you really have no other way of getting past them other than to tiptoe sideways, suddenly feeling a lot worse about yourself than you usually do.
Obviously, the question you should be asking yourself is: which side do you opt to have facing the sitting person? Your front, or your back? Which one would you prefer to have in the sitting person’s face? If you were the sitting person, which side would you prefer to have in your face?