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  • An T Nguyễn

    vnmese guy: chi. co’ xe pha?i 0?

    moi: oh 0, ddi. bo^.

    guy: ooooh, ok, em go+?i ho.c sinh dde^”n ddo’n chi.

  • Bòn Idlehouse

    coi chừng nó buôn bà già

    bán mẹ nó across border

  • An T Nguyễn

    ja, driving off to nowhere me no know

    how scary

  • Bòn Idlehouse


    “em kêu hs để xe với chìa khoá đó cho tôi, tôi thích tự mình lái”

    oai không?

  • An T Nguyễn


    should me go for a wa(.c to get milk tea?

  • Bòn Idlehouse

    he must be my age?

  • An T Nguyễn

    even younger me think? arrived to start ph.d. in 2004

  • oh, here’s the guy, looks too old in pix, non choe.t in real life     [link]

     Bòn Idlehouse
  • omg

    phd 3 yrs

    nó là ma à ?

    i wanna make quick friend

    next summer you hook me up

  • An T Nguyễn


  • Bòn Idlehouse

    or lemme tự gửi thư giới thiệu

    xin chào

  • An T Nguyễn

    if u have master, me sink phd is quick, esp. in engineering


  • Bòn Idlehouse

    nghe nói cậu quen chị tôi ?

  • An T Nguyễn

    to^i la` em cu?a chi. An

  • Bòn Idlehouse


  • An T Nguyễn

    to^i cu~ng muo^’ng ddi party too

  • Bòn Idlehouse

    0 oai

  • An T Nguyễn

    ca^.u go+?i ng` dde^’n ddo’n

    to^i o+? Berkeley

  • Bòn Idlehouse

    Chào cậu Tân, nghe nói cậu quen chị tôi ? Tiến sĩ An ? họ Nguyễn?

    nếu đúng người thì tôi xin tự giới thiệu

    Tôi là bác sĩ phu nhân X

    cậu có bịnh gì cứ tìm chồng tôi

    anh ấy quen nhiều bác sĩ

  • An T Nguyễn


  • Bòn Idlehouse

    tôi kèm them danh thiếp của tôi

    khi nào rảnh cậu liên lạc cho vui

    thân ái đoàn kết,

    ký tên

    vậy mới có khí thế

in previous episode, we brought you “LOST, SFO” which ended in lots of F words generally issued by the normally VERY mild tempered An.

Four years have since passed.

In this instalment, we bring you “THE AMAZING RACE, BOS”

First, let’s examine exhibition #1

This is known as my pet luggage, I mainly use this to hold all my craps when I travel not-so-light. It’s nice. I like it. It has wheels and a retractable handle, but can also be scrunched up and modified in form as needed, unlike the standard boxy luggage that is pretty much unmalleable. (by the by, what the hell is wrong with wordpress spell check? It doesn’t acknowledge eruditious words like “unmalleable” causing me to consult the wisdom of Google to affirm my own English proficiency!) The only complain I have about exh. 1 is, see how the top closes? It’s pretty tough to zip that sucker up if you have a full bag, since the top has smaller “circumference” than the sides. You really have to sit on that sucker and pull pull pull while dragging the zipper. It can be a pain at times.

Second, let’s study this handy map of Boston & Cambridge

The apt where we stayed for the last 2 weeks is in central Boston on the corner of Hancock and Derne. MIT, where An has been doing her work, is to the west of the River, about 30 minutes door-to-door by foot or by train, just because sometimes you have to wait quite a few minutes for the train to arrive. BOS (Boston Logan Airport) is to the east of the city, about 45 minutes door-to-door taking into account train waiting time, transfer time, and general traffic one runs into once it reaches the first terminal of BOS.

Third, here’s a list of all the things we have acquired while in Boston and needed to be returned at the end of our stay. I will type out their role/significance to help explain why we did the things we did in the narration that is about to unfold
1. Big window fan – An bought this fan and carried it up and down Boston on one of the hottest day of the heat wave specifically for May and I, since the rental apt had no fans, no AC, and windows had no screens. An tried opening the windows for ventilation and that resulted in so many mosquitoes that continued to bite us every night up until the day we left town. The apt would immediately become uninhabitable as soon as the fan stops running, so it’s pretty much our lifeline (well, technically, we could resort to leaving the fridge’s door open like I had suggested…). An promised to loan this fan to one of her MIT colleague but she said it would be delivered at the very end of our stay, precisely due to the reason stated above.
2. Long ethernet cable borrowed from another MIT colleague initially to temporarily solve part of our internet connection problem.
3. Portable window screens, “borrowed” from local hardware store and returned after 8 days of very light use.
4. PC wireless router, “borrowed” from local electronic store and returned after 7 days of very light use.
5. small personal heater, borrowed from An’s friend for its fan function. I didn’t believe that it actually works as a fan, but it does. An needed that tiny fan.
6. Sheets and a pillow, borrowed from the same friend. An used them to sleep on the couch in the living room of the apt.
7. Bike locks, borrowed from An’s biking companion for her trip to Cape Cod.
8. Office key for the Green Building at MIT – this is the key to An’s temporary office while she was working at MIT during the past 2 weeks. While it does open the actual office door, it does not provide access into the Green Building. So unless someone let her into the building, this key opens nothing.

10:50am, Saturday, -7 hr 25 minutes from departure
I woke up (nearly 1.5 hr later than the agreed on time with An the previous night) and saw An all packed, dressed, and was heading out. I was supposed to have gotten ready too, with May in tow, to help An drop off all the borrowed stuffs at various locations in Cambridge. However, by the look of it, An was about to do everything by herself, giving us an extra 3 hours to sleep in and pack up, however we decide to spend them. Instead of returning everything at once (shops in Cambridge, friend’s house, and then MIT office), An had decided to just take care of all the items that needed to be returned at shops in Cambridge and friend’s house first, and would come back for MIT items later, because as soon as she takes the window fans, it would be the end of our stay in that apt – the heat was intolerable. So off An went. May soon woke up, I packed a bit, and then took May and headed for the mall to return some stuffs.

2pm, Saturday, -4 hrs 15min from departure

I came back in town having successfully returned 1 tiny bikini bottom piece, but bought a beach ball for May and a pair of nice butter yellow pants for An (clearance, 6 bucks, made ass look divine). It had started to rain hard, so May and I waited it out inside Whole Foods, eating lunch. An was in the T station near by. As soon as the rain abated, we met up and walked back to the apt together. Ah geez. What we thought was “serious rain” was actually just an overture. As soon as we got into the apt, it REALLY poured. And poured. And poured. And poured. We finished packing. We ate left over food. We ate some more. We cleaned up the place. I tried to take a dump. Oh the things we did while it rained.

4pm, Saturday, -2 hrs 15min from departure
Oh shit, 4 o’clock already! Must go now. The day’s fatigue was just getting its groove on with me because I hardly slept the night before, and though it had rained so much, the place still felt so torpidly hot. Running around carrying May made both of us sweaty and stinky and sticky, so my face = . There was May strapped to my chest, May’s diaper bag on my back, my rolling duffel bag full and heavy of stuffs, the 2 laptops in one laptop bag that must have weighted more than the weight of 2 laptops put together. And then there was An’s backpack also jam-packed and heavy, trash bags to toss out, recyclables bag to recycle, window box fan to drop off at MIT… We made it to the Charles/MGH T station at a bit past 4pm, sweaty and pooped. We decided that May and I would sit on the T platform, inbound direction, with all of our luggages (my duffel, laptop bag, diaper bag, An’s backpack). An would board the T on the other side (outbound direction) to Cambridge to return her key, ethernet wire, and drop off the box fan. It took forever for the next train to Cambridge to arrive. We wasted a good 15 minutes waiting around for the train while I grew 5 grey hairs on my head from getting annoyed at the MTBA. Thanks god for the breezes from the Charles.

4:43pm, Saturday, -1 hr 33 minutes from departure
Oh man oh man, An still could not get into the Green Building at MIT because no one was going in or out! She was running around MIT trying to dump all her stuffs. I thought she meant literally dumping all the stuffs, but what she was trying to do (and succeeded in doing) was this: she ran into another building that was open, found, on the 3rd floor of that building, a [cute, Chinese] girl who was walking around in a white labcoat, holding a scale (to weigh chemicals). An then proceeded to ask if she could please dump all her stuffs into girl’s office because she (An) had a plane to catch and is running late. I guess it’s the thing MIT people do for each other, but girl apparently did take An up to the 4th floor, opened her office, let An dump everything there, gave An her contact info and name, and then An ran madly back to the T station to board the next T (inbound) to meet me on the platform, dragged everything right back into the same train, finally airport bound.

5pm, -1hr 15 min. from departure.
An got both of our boarding passes out. I was to depart from terminal E 10 minutes before An’s flight from terminal C. But, uh oh, I couldn’t locate May’s birth certificate. See, the thing is, I was being extra careful about that important piece of document, so I removed it from my wallet as soon as I got to Boston (just to make sure that in case I lose my wallet, I would still have May’s paper, kwim?) and put it into the front pocket of the duffel bag. Ah, but the pocket was ripped (inside, thanks goodness) so at some point, the paper must have fallen into the black hole known as the main compartment of my duffel bag. While waiting for the Silver line train to arrive, An said, “here, let me help you try to locate that paper” and proceeded to open the main compartment and dug through mountains of clothes, random stuffs (shoes, slippers, lotions, panties, beach towels, swimming suits, spare diapers, fancy bras for An to try out…). The picture I provided for you is someone else’s luggage, not mine. Mine, on that day, was filled with, oh I don’t know, about 3x the amount of stuffs. Think blossoming peony. Pretty soon, uh oh, here comes the train, oh shit oh shit. The top is sooooo hard to zip up, and on this day, it was beyond hard. So here was An madly tugging at the zipper while straddling my duffel bag, and rode/dragged that whole thing to get in line to board the train.
Dragged dragged
dragged a few feet
tugged the zipper again
dragged the still half opened bag onto the train, whipped out her Charlie card to pay the fares, then immediately straddled the bag to try closing it some more.
It was as if An was riding a monster, rodeo style, while completely oblivious of her surrounding and everyone else was doing their darnest to be polite and walk around this anomaly as if it didn’t exist. I wanted to laugh so hard and felt very very bad at the same time. I was also scared and anxious, not sure what will happen if we don’t find the document.
The train started moving, and after a few moments of breathing hard, An looked to me and said “you want me to try digging for it again?” She said we might as well try, since now that we got onto the train, it would take a while before we reach BOS. Oh yes, let’s, if she’s willing to go through that again, LET’S!

So a thousand flowers bloomed. We got a bit more systematic this time and worked together. We got out 3 bags to shove all the stuffs into after we were done with sorting through them, that way we could empty at least half of the duffel bag out to facilitate the digging process. Because of that, An finally found the birth certificate. HURRAY!!!  The two guys – one sat opposite to us and one sat next to me – were putting on their best polite face while we put all of our private belongings on display, finally broke into smiles when we got everything back into the the bag and were laughing madly with relief and the absurdity of it all.

5:45pm, Saturday, -30 min. from departure

An was due to fly out at 6:25, me, 6:15.  The train finally crawled to terminal C, and An quickly ran off.  I reached terminal E 5 minutes later, lugged everything to the check-in counter, calling out “excuse me, please help, I have a six fifteen flight to board!”  An asked me later in amazement how I made it onto the flight in so little time, and I attributed it to broadcasting my status so loudly.  There was no line at security to wait for, so that helped.

6:04pm, Saturday, -11 min. from departure

Boarded the air plane. Phoned An to report good news, and An was also in the process of boarding.  A brief farewell was exchanged and then we signed off.  Until next time, Ba’i boa ba!

Here’s An waiting to board the Outbound T for Cambridge to dump the fan and other stuffs.

She’s taking a photo of me…

This is the photo An took.  That’s me with May and all of our worldly possessions.  That guy stood too close for my comfort, I had to keep on looking over to make sure An’s pack and the laptop bag were still there.

last night started out well enough, with May falling asleep around 11pm, which is considered “early” in Boston.  But I don’t know whether it’s because of the heat, or because she was hungry, she kept on waking up, thrashing around, and latched on all night long.  The last thing I wanted in this heat is human contact, and May was sweating a lot even with the big fan on high right next to her.  Man.  I was in such a foul mood.  I tried my best to feed her tonight, but she is still restless.  Must be the damn heat.  Gaaah.  There window doesn’t have any screen, so we can’t open for ventilation 😦

Took her into the Aquarium to cool down today.  She was enjoying herself for a little while, but at one point, she started to get down on her hands and knees, crawled for quite a bit, and then just laid down on the ground.  So I basically paid admission fee for May to take a nap in the Aquarium.  When it closed at 6pm, May woke up, we ate ice cream, splashed around in the public fountain near the T, and then went home to meet up with An.

Tonight An’s down in Woodshole, in a very very hot apt with 5 heat producing bodies and NO FANS.  May and I are still here in Boston, with fans on both sides of the bed (taking advantage of An’s absence).  An & company will bike for 80+ miles from Woodshole to Province Town.  May and I will take the ferry tomorrow out to Herring Cove beach to meet up with An if she will still be alive.  Beach sounds so nice right now.  RIGHT. NOW.  I’m going to drink a full glass of ice water and then join May in bed.  I hope she’ll sleep better.

Some goddamn motherf—– mosquito bit me on July 4th and the bite is swelling up to the size of a fist in diameter.  It itches.  Grrrrrrr.

– so, chị đó kể là đến nhà in laws lúc đang ăn, họ không dọn chén đũa cho chồng mà không dọn chén đũa cho chị đó, xong chị đó vô buồng ngồi khóc, chị H nói nếu là chỉ, chả việc gì khóc, chỉ cần đục cho mỗi người 1 phát cho biết lễ độ; em nói còn nếu là em, em sẽ vô bếp lục tủ quăng bể hết chén bát xong ra nói à hèn chi không có chén ăn…
– tao thì tao đem chén bát của cả đám cất hết vô tủ, đang ăn cũng mặc kệ!

near the entrance/exit of a T station in Boston. Woman in business casual tops + skirt + pumps.
– hm… cái mẹ này nó weird weird, hình như nó đang…nó đang bị trễ ở đâu or something…
– hmm?  Sao nói vậy?
– mày thấy nó đi weird không? ngó trước ngó sau, giống như nó đang … um… không có ai đi như nó…
– nó không mặc quần lót.
– AH! that’s it, that explains so many things.
(nói giỡn nói đại thôi chứ không phải mình nhìn thấy gì hết).


near Micro Center in Cambridge, guy with a bag ran past An, May and I at the speed of light.

An: wow, dữ không, cứ như thật!
me: chắc vừa chôm đồ from shop xong chạy thục mạng.
An: probably that’s it.
me: there’s an explanation for everything.


to solve the internet problem at the current rental location, An and I had to go buy a router and plug that in to replace the Mac router which does not give our PC’s internet access.
sale rep: this model will work just fine, blah blah blah…
An: OK, I’ll take it, but just in case it doesn’t work for us…
sale rep: there’s a 30 day return policy.
An: OK, great.
Sale rep walked away. An + Linh nhìn nhau.
me: cắm vô tuần sau đem trả lại?
An: ya.

– hôm nay mình quay lại chỗ trạm T gần BU đi ăn cái nhà hàng Thái hôm qua nhe?
– how about mình đi ăn 1 chỗ Thái khác hồi xưa tao hay ăn?
– nó có noodles giống kiểu chỗ hôm qua không?
– có, nó cũng menu giống y chang, cũng kiểu nhiêu đó món.
[bước vào nhà hàng Thái #2]
– Á ! sao cái con bán hôm qua ở bên kia nó đang đứng bán nè?!?
– thiệt không?
– NÓ ĐÓ!! không lẽ unless nó có con twins!
ngó vô y chang, té ra là 2 branches của 1 chủ, identical menu luôn.  Vừa thò đầu vào cười cười là cái cô bán hàng bảo “you follow me ?!”

I was in the car nursing May while An and Son went out to look for food. 40 minutes later…

Son: We bought 2 tô phở togo
me: oh? From Nhà Hàng Việt Nam?
An: no, from phở place that only sells phở.
me: phở gì?
An: phở 76 “vô danh bất tiện” something
me: … you mean “danh bất hư truyền” ?
An: đó đó, that’s it.


Posted on: March 25, 2010



man, moi had dream

Huy pissed at poeple in haus

planned to shoot all our family member

moi forgot cell phone, so got on fb to tell you

to call tram and chau to leave haus immediately w/ kids in silence

but u kept refusing to read moi message, instead telling moi to stop mssaging

becaus it woke up mayo

wow stop taking drugs dear

you sure have something against Huy ha ha

first ddo’ng ddinh mom, now this

As Tran has predicted, it has gotten easier and busier. Also, I’ve sort of made a commitment to stay offline more to tend to businesses. Like getting our taxes done. And getting our FlexOne reimbursement done. Packing. Searching for housing. Child-proofing. Selling and giving stuffs away to de-clutter. Cleaning. Driving May to more playdates. Some weeks we go out as many as 6 times to see people and experience new things. I used to blog a bit here and there when I wore May for her naps. In December I switched to holding her or laying down with her for day time naps to give my shoulders a break. So blogging during naps is out. I’m feeling too rushed these days to collect my thoughts anyway. Many nights I can’t sleep and my mind is a runaway train of thoughts but nothing get recorded. Days pass in a haze like that.

Already, trees around here have buds on the branches. I look at pictures in California and remember that now is the time early flowers bloom. White pear flowers, pink and white cherry blossoms, purple plum, white apricot, pinkish white apple, dark pink and puffy white quince, blush pink ornamental plum, yellow forsythia.. They’re coming out over there. I remember sending an email to Les 3 years ago telling him all about spring in CA and he wrote back saying how DC just got buried in snow and he was so sick of all this snow and couldn’t wait for spring. We have snow here tonight. I’m not sick of snow, but I remember. Les is in CA now, though I forgot to ask him yesterday if he noticed the flowers.

Tet this year will probably not be observed. I did mention something about making an effort to take May to a Vietnamese Buddhist Temple in Lancaster, but we’ll see about that. More snow next week they said.

I had a dream about Christine, a friend from middle school. There was a reunion and then we got this shocking news that Christine just lost part of her leg due to some sort of genetic disorder. She, being a very stylish and pretty young woman now, was in shock in my dream. I didn’t know what to say, it was awful. Then I had anther dream where I was about to get married to Son, but I couldn’t get ready fast enough. Like all my clothes didn’t fit right and I couldn’t find the items I wanted to wear. So everyone were rushing me and I was in the room saying “wait, wait, please!” But they didn’t. The officiator left and all parties followed. My wedding got cancelled.
Then, in another dream, An and I were going out, except I discovered that I had a hole in my panties. We were in a hurry, An was rushing me. But the dress I had on also had a big hole right where the hole in my panties was. So it was like a bulls eye. And still I was rushed.

But let’s not dwelve into interpretation of my dreams. Try An’s. She had a dream where Huy (our oldest brother) got into an ugly fight with my mom, and then she saw Huy coming out of room super bloody everywhere. She went into room to find my mom nailed into a cross (like Jesus) and was crying silently as she writhed her arms trying to free herself. My dad was sitting at the foot of the cross with headphones listening to music and playing his keyboard. An frantically ran around looking for a hammer so she could wrench the nails to free my mom, and my dad was saying that he has awarded mom to Huy, so now he’s trying to stay out of their business. By the time An finally found a wrench, my mom was able to free herself by ripping her hands from the nails, hence walking around with huge hole in both hands, bleeding madly. An insisted that she goes to ER right away, but somehow my mom said they must wash 10 lbs of veggies first. So An and mom ended up washing 10 lbs of veggies.

I have to type this one up because An left them as offline messages for me, and Yahoo IM archive does not save offline messages.

The dreams that we dream.

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