in the background while cleaning my kitchen cabinent.
24 years old and a day,
Q:How did you spend your birthday day yesterday? Did you have a lavish party in Hollywood wearing designer clothings and being surrounded by all your pretty friends like how you planned last year?
A: Lol, it was a little bit different this year. Well, A LOT different. Yesterday was just like any other normal days. I woke up, I made my bed. I helped mother cleaning her breakfast that she did not have time to do so after rushing out of that door for another day of work. I went to get water at the water store down the street. I got home and started putting some items on ebay.
I was in an old pair of basketball shorts from high school, a regular wife beater and from there I started my day of birth, 24 years later, slowly, emotionally, patiently.
The feeling this year is somewhat different. I don't feel old. I never do. In fact, I wish I could feel it someday just to get away from those comfortably attached words : childish, kiddish, naive etc...
I started writing this post without a purpose, but now I do. I wanted to feel imperfect, to feel like it is okay to be laughed at and humiliated at. What important here is the fact that whether if I am going to continue trying to live a not so perfect life to stray away those negative gossips from those people that I should not have and should not have ever cared in the first place.
The past 23 years have been more than grateful, more than I could ever asked for. My achievements, my awards, always number 1 on everything , always comes out on top. Yes, great. But who asked? Who made a Bill to say that Trung Jaden Tran must always be perfect and never fail at anything?
Then blaming my mother for always being so strict on me that made me have all this OCD that everything must comes out perfect. Well, if this was a courtroom, I would plead not guilty and I would be my own lawyer being fed up with myself as a client and prove that Sir, your answer is invalid due to its insufficiency of bonds and/or support the ideas of one another.
Claim: Your mother will always be strict on you and the valid reason is for you to be a proud man of society.
Reason: In hopes, this so not always manly man and kind of fashionable WILL ALWAYS has his head held high, living with no shame, no crimes committed , no guilty conscience of any kind. A man that gives without expecting anything back. A man that never says no when help is being needed. A man that admits his mistakes, that must know how/when/why to fix it in a shameful yet humble manner.
Not a #Do_No_Wrong Man.
For the first time and will be the rest of my life, I feel celebrated without being celebrated. I feel content to live another day. To be able to wake up and see my mother's still pretty face ( just a little bit wrinkly on the forehead but its okay YSL night cream every night and Laura Mercies Tinted Mois in the morning SPF 50 then honey you'll be back at 30 in no time ).
October 23rd was actually the day to celebrate my mother. That was the day she was in the most pain. The day that she could finally see her son for the first time after 9 months heavily carrying him everywhere under a humid weather of Viet Nam.
Mother called during her lunch time and asked which restaurant I wanted to eat tonight for my birthday. I simply asked her to to-go me some Pho so we could eat them together when she gets off work. I stayed at home patiently, happily, singing along with Miley Cirus waiting for Mother.
Thank you.
24 years old and a day,
Q:How did you spend your birthday day yesterday? Did you have a lavish party in Hollywood wearing designer clothings and being surrounded by all your pretty friends like how you planned last year?
A: Lol, it was a little bit different this year. Well, A LOT different. Yesterday was just like any other normal days. I woke up, I made my bed. I helped mother cleaning her breakfast that she did not have time to do so after rushing out of that door for another day of work. I went to get water at the water store down the street. I got home and started putting some items on ebay.
I was in an old pair of basketball shorts from high school, a regular wife beater and from there I started my day of birth, 24 years later, slowly, emotionally, patiently.
The feeling this year is somewhat different. I don't feel old. I never do. In fact, I wish I could feel it someday just to get away from those comfortably attached words : childish, kiddish, naive etc...
I started writing this post without a purpose, but now I do. I wanted to feel imperfect, to feel like it is okay to be laughed at and humiliated at. What important here is the fact that whether if I am going to continue trying to live a not so perfect life to stray away those negative gossips from those people that I should not have and should not have ever cared in the first place.
The past 23 years have been more than grateful, more than I could ever asked for. My achievements, my awards, always number 1 on everything , always comes out on top. Yes, great. But who asked? Who made a Bill to say that Trung Jaden Tran must always be perfect and never fail at anything?
Then blaming my mother for always being so strict on me that made me have all this OCD that everything must comes out perfect. Well, if this was a courtroom, I would plead not guilty and I would be my own lawyer being fed up with myself as a client and prove that Sir, your answer is invalid due to its insufficiency of bonds and/or support the ideas of one another.
Claim: Your mother will always be strict on you and the valid reason is for you to be a proud man of society.
Reason: In hopes, this so not always manly man and kind of fashionable WILL ALWAYS has his head held high, living with no shame, no crimes committed , no guilty conscience of any kind. A man that gives without expecting anything back. A man that never says no when help is being needed. A man that admits his mistakes, that must know how/when/why to fix it in a shameful yet humble manner.
Not a #Do_No_Wrong Man.
For the first time and will be the rest of my life, I feel celebrated without being celebrated. I feel content to live another day. To be able to wake up and see my mother's still pretty face ( just a little bit wrinkly on the forehead but its okay YSL night cream every night and Laura Mercies Tinted Mois in the morning SPF 50 then honey you'll be back at 30 in no time ).
October 23rd was actually the day to celebrate my mother. That was the day she was in the most pain. The day that she could finally see her son for the first time after 9 months heavily carrying him everywhere under a humid weather of Viet Nam.
Mother called during her lunch time and asked which restaurant I wanted to eat tonight for my birthday. I simply asked her to to-go me some Pho so we could eat them together when she gets off work. I stayed at home patiently, happily, singing along with Miley Cirus waiting for Mother.
Thank you.
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