Beddings
The madness begins... Calling you into its enveloping fold. The hot rush of blood comes in contact with the cold surface of the empty bed. For a moment the sheets are covered in warm splendor. A bed slept in with futile dreams is better; Than a bed slept in void of fantasy. How long will this nourishing cocoon last? A weekA nightAn instant? The madness of being crushed by soft feather pillows Make each imagined slumber worthwhile. And when I awake, I find the other end of the bed, Empty.Again.
Vietnam in pictures
Outside JAVA- Raymond, Tjader, Long, Ryan and Phu posing next to her scooter
Tjader lets eat... eat... eat at Vietnam House a fabulous restaurant in HCMC with French architecture, traditional musical fare and amazing steamed rolls!
Vertigo at P33, at the peak of the Saigon Trade Center
So what if it's raining? Tourists have a one track mind...
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Maybe next year...
My business trip to Ho Chi Minh City was simply đồng bóng! Fantastic! My host Raymond Lim and the creative people of Anh Viet Advertising were the most hospitable hosts ever. The thought of moving to Vietnam is sounding more and more plausible as I run through my experience last week. My three day meeting became more than an introduction to the company but a quick tour of Saigon and even a house hunting escapade. Maybe next year the wind will blow kindly from the heart of Indochina.
Same corner...
August 11, 2005
1:11pm
Ho Chi Minh City
This tall modelesque lady beside me came in a while ago through the glass doors wearing her lanky frame in a pose while waving her slender arms about. She came in mumbling to herself, mad... she probably got stood-up.
But no worries she is relaxed now playing with her stylus, waiting for that SMS or call to come saying... "I'm sorry sweetie, I got held up at work. Lunch looks impossible."
With her well manicured nails she taps her fingers on the table as French music pipes in. She orders a grape smoothie and a big piece of carrot cake. No worries... alas she spills the drink on her first sip. Is that anger behind those long lashes or just blobs of mascarra waiting to fall down like rain.
I hand her the bunch of paper napkins neatly folded in a glass tumbler from my table. She smiles and I immediately look away, afraid to reveal I was eavesdropping on her moment of weakness.
Not one to back down on any fight she eats-up her cake in a succession of big bites. In between running her fingers through her shiny waist length black hair she fiddles with her cell phone. An inaudible exchange takes place. And she is smiling again. She pats a paper napkin neatly on her pink glossed lips, stands up and storms out as loudly as she came in. From the glass windows I see her hail a cab.
Off to another date she goes... undefeated.
Sitting in a corner
Aug 11, 2005
1:07pm
Ho Chi Minh City
My head aches. I know I should just close my eyes and go to sleep. But the throbbing pain also reminds me that I need to stay awake. That's what coffee is for right? And the creamy mocha flavor... now that's just so I can have a more pleasant sugar rush.
The lady working the juicer behind the counter ditracts me. She is shredding carrots with the machine. Her right hand carefully holds the vegetable in an upright position then methodically plummets it down the juicer hole. But her movements are not what causes the distraction. It's the plastic plunger device she holds firmly with her left hand. The one that looks like a sex toy. Plunging fat orange carrots into the one-way hole. Crushing them to a pulp. And what makes the visual more hillarious is that no one else notices. Just me, here sitting in a corner. And unlike the rest of the temporariry tennants in this cafe... I'm drinking a guava smoothie.
