Part 1: There’s no such thing as a perfect Monday
You know what I realize on Sunday when I was cleaning my room? Beside the fact that my supposedly citrus cleaning liquid smells like sperm (don’t ask me how I know what sperms smell like, you REALLY don’t want to know); I realized that being ordinary is actually fun. You don’t need to think about saving the world, or changing it, or making it the better place. In fact, when you stop caring, the world seems so much smaller, cozier, and a little bit brighter.
I came to work this morning actually happy. I was so determined to have a perfect Monday without all the Monday blue drama. Well, some certain short bitch had to ruin it for me. That’s when I realized there’s no such thing as a perfect Monday. Why should it be? I mean look at the sky, without a little messy cloud, a little dirt, it would be so much less beautiful. It’s the weird and stupid days like these that makes life so much happier in true happy moments.
I went out steamboat with Jean and her friends. Her friend whom I met for the first time got a little shock. I mean, they never seen guys from Vietnam that talks so much (and so much nonsense) before. And I don’t pretend. Jean said that’s why she likes hanging out with me, because regardless of what I’ve done in my life and how much I achieved, I’m still as much a down to earth person as anyone.
I guess it’s simply because I’ve been there. I knew how it feels like to be looked down upon, to be belittled. So no matter how high and how far I reach in my life, I will still eat with my mouth open, tells fat jokes, and flirt with the 55 year old cleaning lady of the building. It’s just me. I don’t believe in pretending someone you are not to move forward in your life. I just don’t.
I’m so high today thinking of the fact my family is coming over. Only less than 14 days left. I’m actually happy to see them. I got zoo tickets and safari tickets and flyer tickets for them. Gonna book Malaysia trip tickets soon too. It’s strange. As much as I thought I’m used to being lonely, I actually was happy to know there is family coming
So yes, I’m gonna give a short at being positive for a while (I know I always fail half way but hey, cant blame a boy for keeping trying). I wanna use the time I have left in this job, this country, this life to be happy. So oh well, just have to look at facts the way they are, treat bitches the way they deserve, and have fun.
We are having this self-organized picnic at the beach this Sat. And tell you what I’m gonna wear my tight fitting shirt and surf shorts (even if I’m 76 kg as of yesterday). Gotta have fun while you are still young. Right? Right?
Because there is no such thing as a perfect day, we might as well get as close to it as we can.
And I realized, as long as you live, as long as you have done something you can be proud of, life is already worth living for.