i am not smrt

This is news to me. As I’ve always consider myself an intelligent soft spoken manboy. OK maybe not, those that know me are wearing that confused look on their face as they read the last sentence. “Are you sure ? I always thought u were an idi.. I mean nice guy “ 

Part of growing up is coming to terms with your shortcomings and work at it everyday to better yourself, or so I heard. My list of shortcomings is too long to list here but the one thing that’s been pestering me is my subpar book smart. I have common sense but that alone won’t get me to anywhere worth going. 

I can think of a few reasons as to why I am in this predicament in the first place, one of it is my inability to commit to anything worthwhile. As such I don’t really know much at all about anything. Another is my extreme laid back (lazy) approach to life. But the real reason is my addiction to funtime. My parents call it “bở học, ham chơi”.

It started in my college years with Warcraft, yes I was an addict. I’ve been getting better but perhaps I am still haunted by my decision to drop out during sophomore year. I’ve been working full time since 2005. Work was required but had I been ambitious I could’ve worked full time and continued school. Nope, I worked and devoted my time to fun. 

I’ve been having way too much fun. There’s a time and place for everything, especially now I need to put aside fun time and get serious about my education. I want more $, I won’t be able to survive on what I make now later in life. Without an education I know I won’t get very far.

So I’ve decided to make time for more worthwhile endeavours and put fun time in the corner. But make no mistake that when I feel that I am where I want to be, fun time will be reinstated in full force. Wheeeee!!!

Filed under: Acceptance, Stream of Consciousness , bo hoc ham choi, I am not smrt, playtime is over

I concede

I am not one to give up without a fight but there are battles that cannot be won. The battles fought for this particular war are hair raising. I am of course talking about my epic battles with baldness. It has been a losing war ever since I started college. Somehow, somewhere a long time ago, before I was born, the Fates got together and decided to give me baldness to even out all my other awesome qualities. I’ve spent the past few years lamenting my hairless fate but I think its time I own up to it and accept it. Unlike other chums I will not resort to hair restoration methods. Bosley, Rogain, Pubich (may be advertised under a different name), are for men that are in denial. Most of the men I’ve seen clinging desperately to their hairy past are wasting their money. EVERYONE know its a toupee and even if the hair do grow back, they look like they were surgically transplanted from your pubic region. I will not be oblivious to such apparent deformities so I for one will not go under the knife. I cannot in good conscience let these men go on living while oblivious to this fact. I will go out of my way to tell them that it looks like pubic hair. 

NO matter what.. its pubic hair

 Not that my fate is any better but I think owning up to it is a lot better then hiding from it.

Me with long hair

This is me with normal hair, well normal for me anyway. Jealous much ? this is back when the bowl cut was in style, yea… As you can see I am not very photogenic, either that or I am never ready on the count of 3. 

Not much hair

This is me now, not a heck lot of hair left. I’ve come to terms with it. This is actually one of the better picture that I’ve taken.

Filed under: Acceptance , Acceptance, bald, baldness, life sucks, pubic hair