I still find that cleaning is way down on my list of priorities. Even the mail guy at my former place of employment told my friend he knew I'd left because my cubicle was finally clean. I still protest with a cry of organized chaos! As long as I know where everything is no one else has to, right?
Prologue aside, water in Vietnam is not potable even for the hardened natives, so we all drink out of large office water cooler-esque jugs. Mine was delivered today by the mother who runs the corner shop, whom we have become quite neighborly with. She even ran after John and I the other night with a bag of steaming potatoes for a snack.
Needless to say, I knew my room was really messy and thought I might have a chance to clean it up before she arrived. Unfortunately for me, and perhaps her, she was too speedy on her motorbike and reached my house before I finished my trek up the hill. She knows no English, so my explinations of, "sorry, its so messy", were lost in translation.
About 15 minutes later her daughter burst into my room freaking out that there were robbers and wondering if my stuff had been stolen. Apparently, her mother had pulled her out of her bath and made her run up the hill because, clearly, someone had ransacked my room given its current state of disarray.
Maybe this is what addicts refer to as rock bottom. When your room is so messy that it looks like a crime has been committed I think its time to turn over a new leaf...or maybe just my cleaning habits.
Where is my broom again?
P.S. I did a shoot of DaLat University today, who says you shouldn't still be in college at 23! Maybe a slight role reversal though...enjoy below and here.
A bit of typhoon damage showcased towards the end of the set.



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