How ignorant of me to assume i'd have plenty more time to make up for my absence in her dying days.Īnd then the year has passed. Maybe she wasn't gasping for air, she was peaceful as i was told, but point is i wasn't there.
I was at a barbeque, chucking fireworks into the night sky when my grandmother was gasping for breath, unknowing to us that it'll be her last. Which brings to my mind that christmas eve is in the next 15 minutes.Įxactly a year ago i'd have my biggest regret to date. Thankfully, I'm NOT that gullible.īut hell, i'm back, and i can now climb and gym intensively for the next one week or so before judgement day. Although it would've been 90 or 20 american dollars without a quarrel. Not that i have something BIG against any of them but a vietnamese cabbie once ripped me of 70 ringgit for a ride in less than a kilometre. I wish you could grow hydrophonic versions of those two in comparison so i can pluck them from their styrofoam bases and crush them into pulp. But for once i've arrived back home thanking myself that i live here. So this is when the short countdown begins.Ĭoming through 5 days in vietnam, i cant tell who's more of a fucking manwhore, a vietnamese taxi driver or a homegrown mat rempit? The resemblance is uncanny.
