nonsense ramblings

I have nothing to post about. So I'll post random things that are going through my head right now.

1. I'm drinking water.
2. Straight guys are actually lesbians, and straight girls are actually gays. They do have common interests, don't they?
3. There is no cockroach in my room.
4. I hope there will be no cockroaches in my room.
5. "Oops, I did it again" is a song by Britney Spears.
6. My name is Don.
7. My surname is Nguyen.
8. Josh Groban is not my name.
9. I like Josh Groban. I like Jason Mraz too but I'm scared of him. And I sure love Corrinne May.
10. I don't have a dog.
11. I'm still drinking water.
12. and blogging, obviously.
13. Uh, this point is unlucky, so I'll go on to point 14.
14. Well, technically, this is the 13th rambling, but as I put the number 14 at the beginning. This point is not unlucky. This point is lucky.
15. Hah, I don't have a 15th point.

The end -


P.S. I love my dog, even though I don't have one.

HEY

Hey, I miss my cat.

WAIT A MINUTE!

I Don't have a cat!!

Never mind!

Don's romantic thoughts (continued)

Chapter 2 - Bugs!

I saw THREE cockroaches on my way to the supermarket last week!!!!!!!!!!!
But nothing happened, I just kept walking, thinking to myself "eww....eww....ewwwwww!!"


Anyway, do you know that penguins are not bugs?
Of course I know that too, but I just want to ask.


Anyway, if you happen to kill a mosquito, it WILL die.
But if you kill a cockroach, it may not die. Even its head is cut off.


I am scared of cockroaches.
oh, have I mentioned that I hate them too?


end of chapter 2 - the most boring chapter ever!


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The more I work in a customer service environment, the more I realize that being around many people make me really happy, and I really want to become a nurse and I will study really hard to become one.

Paying attention to individuals and satisfying their needs, establishing a personal relationship with the people I like is my thing. I love it!

And it's absolutely THRILLED and wonderful when a customer stepped into the restaurant looking grumpy, obviously having a bad day;
but after a short communication with me, they kind of cooled down,
resulted in a smile of satisfaction.

That's the best feeling ever!
I love my job and I love what I'm doing!

a new series

Some quick updates on me, in the States:

I'm making money, lots of it, and I'm also spending lots of it. Nice!
I'm getting fat. Oh no. I've gained 3 kg. I'm visibly fat now.
I'm uglier. But it's no problem, I've never been pretty anyway.
My singing voice is degrading. It's bad.

However, life's good!

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I'm starting a new series of writings on my blog, I'm gonna call it "Don's romantic thoughts", as an addition to the "My love story" series!

Tadaa!!!

Without further ado - well, maybe a very small ado - ado, I'll officially start this series...

Chapter 1 - Expressions!

Well, the thing is, there are so many expressions around us. Some makes sense, some doesn't, and some attract women, others attract men, and some just attract bugs! It also depends on the person who says it, for example the expression "What are you doing?" (wait, is that a question? or is that an expression?...)

(oh, I just realize, who cares?)

and... back to the expression. If that comes out of a very pretty man, with hazel eyes, hunky, clean shaved, twitching the expression to "What you doin'?". The expression will become much more dirty and flirtatious, and sure will attract some women, or something, or whatever. You get the point.

Wait, my point is... and I do have one... is that I don't really know where I'm going with those two previous paragraphs.


Anyway, there are just so many expressions around us, and I don't really understand all of them, for example:

"For Petes's sake" "Heaven's to Betsy" "Holly Molly"
......Who's Pete? Who is Betsy? Who's Molly, or Moley, or whatever? Do they know one another? and most importantly, do I know them?

"Do you have a buck I can borrow?" (again, this may sounds like a question but TRUST ME, in the U.S., it's an expression)
......I don't know why, but nearly every time I pass by a teenager, he/she will ask/say that. and ONCE, I gave it to a very pretty girl at the train station (superficial huh!) anyway, Do I look like I have a dollar? Only? and why me, my name is Don, not One-Dollar Nguyen, why people keep asking me that. Strange. and whenever I guy asks me, the question becomes shorter: "Got a buck?" which I usually answer with "No, but I'm buying a bucket of water!"

"You are nut." "He's nuts."
......Whether "nut" is in singular, or plural form, it means "crazy". So the translations of the above expressions are "You are crazy, he's crazy." The point is ... and I do have one, is that I DON't know why nut = crazy. I eat nuts, but they don't make me crazy. How about crazy people who are allergic to nuts? What do you call 'em? "You are nuts-allergic-but-still-nuts?"

?!

Someone, please answer me if you know the answer to my above expression/question!

"Take care."
......It's a short form of "take care of yourself." What does "take care" mean? Where's the care? I'll take it.

"Have a nice day."
......I'm abusing this expression/statement/well-wish these days. Ellen DeGeneres wrote "Cashiers and other service-industry people are forced by their supervisors to say this to every customer. The cashiers don't mean it, except for Don - well, I add in this part. What they are really saying is, "Please, God, I don't want to get fired.""

Anyway, I know this chapter is supposed to be about expressions. But I'm really bored now, so I decide to start my diary. But I'm too lazy to write, and since I'm already on my blog, I'll type out my diary entry here.

Sat, June 21, 1:45 AM

.....Yay, my first diary entry ever. I'll write about what happened today.
Well, in the morning, I went to sleep. And when I woke up, I accidentally stepped on my dog, and thankfully, it did not die, so I was really relieved and happy.

.....Wait a minute! I don't have a dog!!!! What did I stepped on this morning? I hope that was not Celine Dion.

.....Anyway, despite being a boy, I have tried to write a diary for a millionth times. I don't have the discipline. Not this time. Dear Diary, I vow to write in you everyday, even though I have a huge problem finishing things I start, it seems to me that