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See you again tomorrow.
See you again tomorrow.
I'm not a winner but they are definitely losers.
I just had very tasty Bún chả Hà Nội. But I'm worried I would grow pimples. I'd better drink a lot of water.
Okay I will probably hold off the registration for a while since I don’t want to deal with bureaucracy again to change the address after I move. Should be easy because I only need 2 weeks notice to leave this studio apartment. Ideally somewhere I don’t have to move out again few months later. Question is where to…
Yeah actually my mom made fun of those stupid boys who were stupid enough to confess their love to me through her too. She made fun of them even more than me. Since she has the details of what they do and their appearance. I barely remember who they are.
I still don’t understand why people invest in real estate though. Except in rare case where you are either lucky enough to be early adopters, or unlucky enough to have disabled child and collecting rent payments is the one realistic job he can do. Other people should just get a real job.
Soooo….. I have a question that I don’t dare to ask….
Okay if my landlady evicts me because I force her to do legal paperworks like a normal person and she wants to live like a criminal with 30 rooms for rent. I might actually have to move to your complex. Because that was actually what I had in mind from the start (but then here was cheaper). It is, though, not part of my surveillance service.
My parents are oddly naive. They think they shield me from harm in the world. They figure I need someone with good character and reliability. But they can't condense judgment into a workable recipe for the screening process. So they mostly work on vibes. One of them just says “no cops” without explaining why. And the other actively hates dudes who talk too much and act flashy. Meanwhile I work on another level of statistics and surveillance.
In college, I was living with this Vietnamese immigrant family. And the lady would give me tasty Vietnamese food because she worked at the Asia market. I was drooling but still wanted to refuse. My experience said not to accept things from other people easily. But my mom said “You are just a student. She might just want to be kind, knowing you don't have money.” So I listened to my mom for the first time and took the food. Then the day after, she asked me to watch her 3-year-old kid for an hour. I was fine. The kid loved me. Then, every time she gave me food, the next day she would give me a task to do. I don't mind helping out around the house but I don't like hidden motives. So I just locked the door and let neither the mother or the kid to disturb me. I also stopped listening to my mom ever since.