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Sunday, 27. September 2009, 02:26:19
Thôi, đừng nhớ. Kỷ niệm là những giọt nước mưa trên cánh hoa mỏng. Quên đi thôi. Nắng lên rùi đó hử?!
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Saturday, 22. August 2009, 09:06:32
Đường Lê Lợi chạy dọc sông Hương Sáng nay, ta ngây ngất trong nắng sớm và gió nhẹ. Huế hiếm có những buổi sáng trời đẹp như thế này... Phải không nhỉ?! Hay là ta đã bỏ qua mà chẳng hay?! Ta khẽ ngẩng mặt hứng từng giọt nắng lọt qua những tán lá đan vòm trên đầu. Từng chiếc lá xanh giờ đây chuyển sang màu vàng rực khi nắng chiếu xuyên qua những tấm thân lá mỏng manh.
My Corner
Friday, 7. March 2008, 14:35:30
My office is on the second floor of a four storey-building. The extra staircase leads to the office directly from the yard. I don’t think I like the staircase which is steep and narrow but I love the balcony where I find thousands of sun beams “filtered” by the flower trellis falling down onto the small yard.
I don’t have much time to count the steps of time passing by the small yard down there since I’m at work and crowded with things. However, from my desk, I sometimes glance at the balcony where the potted flowers are bathing themselves in the sunny morning, I couldn’t stay still.
I step towards the balcony, reaching out for the drops of honey from the sun to spill on my face with their sweetness and purity.
Closing my eyes, I can feel the sun beams dancing on my hair and giggling with a breeze happening to stop by. As usual, I try to inhale, as much as I can, the fresh air mixed with warm and tiny threads of sun hanging around me.
My heart is rocking in a rare peaceful moment when the thought of unfinished projects and half-done tasks wakes me up and draw me back to the ugly computer and the load of work awaiting me.
“Hix...hix... I don’t wanna leave this moment too soon,” I mumble whenever I have to go back to work. But then, I console myself “I can always enjoy it since no one else in the office seems too interested in it. This corner is mine...”
I don’t have much time to count the steps of time passing by the small yard down there since I’m at work and crowded with things. However, from my desk, I sometimes glance at the balcony where the potted flowers are bathing themselves in the sunny morning, I couldn’t stay still.
I step towards the balcony, reaching out for the drops of honey from the sun to spill on my face with their sweetness and purity.
Closing my eyes, I can feel the sun beams dancing on my hair and giggling with a breeze happening to stop by. As usual, I try to inhale, as much as I can, the fresh air mixed with warm and tiny threads of sun hanging around me.
My heart is rocking in a rare peaceful moment when the thought of unfinished projects and half-done tasks wakes me up and draw me back to the ugly computer and the load of work awaiting me.
“Hix...hix... I don’t wanna leave this moment too soon,” I mumble whenever I have to go back to work. But then, I console myself “I can always enjoy it since no one else in the office seems too interested in it. This corner is mine...”
Nature can cure
Monday, 21. January 2008, 10:08:23
It was a cold afternoon; we headed for Thanh Tan hot spring. The taxi pierced the rain screen to be at the destination where mountains were curling themselves in the blanket of white cloud and the spring was sleeping soundly among the green grass and tree.
After checking in, I quickly changed into my swimming suit and eagerly rushed down to the hot spring in the icy cold of a winter day. No tourist was seen except us when I reached the spring. I dipped my feet into the warm water to feel it gently pampering my toes. Then I gradually soaked my whole body in water but my head. Pillowing my head on a flat rock by the spring, I closed my eyes to enjoy the relaxing moment.
Flowing in the steaming water, I wondered if this moment was real. What if it was only a dream? Who cares? Just knew that I enjoyed it. It was the feeling of peace and no pain. Pure water itself was coddling my body and trying to wash away the rock of unhappiness which long lingered in my heart.
Up to the spring, beyond the mountains, cloud was gathering and covering the mountain tops with her thin gown to warm them. However, hardly did she know that what she was doing only brought chilliness to the ones under her arms.
More steam was wandering on the surface of the spring as the temperature dropped lower. I kept my breath to listen to the whispering of the streams as they were running down the lower land. I heard them telling stories about the loneliness of a stone lying at the bottom of the spring, about the merriment of the green grass showering itself in the rain, about new things they expected to see downstream. They then lowered their voice as they got nearer to me as if they were afraid to stir the fragile peace inside my soul.
I realized how unfair I was to nature as I only turned to it when I had nowhere to go to. However, nature was tolerant and generous, it was always willing to share my solitary and ease my sorrow. Hopefully some day would come to my dear nature in order to confide in my happiness as well.
After checking in, I quickly changed into my swimming suit and eagerly rushed down to the hot spring in the icy cold of a winter day. No tourist was seen except us when I reached the spring. I dipped my feet into the warm water to feel it gently pampering my toes. Then I gradually soaked my whole body in water but my head. Pillowing my head on a flat rock by the spring, I closed my eyes to enjoy the relaxing moment.
Flowing in the steaming water, I wondered if this moment was real. What if it was only a dream? Who cares? Just knew that I enjoyed it. It was the feeling of peace and no pain. Pure water itself was coddling my body and trying to wash away the rock of unhappiness which long lingered in my heart.
Up to the spring, beyond the mountains, cloud was gathering and covering the mountain tops with her thin gown to warm them. However, hardly did she know that what she was doing only brought chilliness to the ones under her arms.
More steam was wandering on the surface of the spring as the temperature dropped lower. I kept my breath to listen to the whispering of the streams as they were running down the lower land. I heard them telling stories about the loneliness of a stone lying at the bottom of the spring, about the merriment of the green grass showering itself in the rain, about new things they expected to see downstream. They then lowered their voice as they got nearer to me as if they were afraid to stir the fragile peace inside my soul.
I realized how unfair I was to nature as I only turned to it when I had nowhere to go to. However, nature was tolerant and generous, it was always willing to share my solitary and ease my sorrow. Hopefully some day would come to my dear nature in order to confide in my happiness as well.
Before Christmas
Monday, 17. December 2007, 00:56:40
It was a cold evening, I picked Hang up at La Residence hotel as promise. We then rode her to an American family’s house to enjoy the "pre-Christmas" atmosphere.
Hang always told me about an American woman named Kami who helps her with learning English. From Hang’s stories, I could feel that Kami as well as her husband Marc were kind and considerate people. And I found out that it was no doubt I met them at my acquaintance’s house before.
We were warmly welcomed by Marc and then by Kami, their daughter Dani and three other cheerful girls who were Kami’s students. When we arrived, they were decorating cookies, which was a tradition of American families before Christmas. I, of course, was so interested in this tradition that I started right away. Kami gave Hang and me a piece of tissue each in case needed. She then gently asked if we would prefer tea or coke. I accepted a cup of hot plain tea from her with thanks.
As Kami’s suggestion, all of the people there in turn introduced themselves so that I could get to know them better. I enjoyed the atmosphere so much that I thought it would be silly of me if I had refused Hang’s invitation.
Looking at Dani’s angel face, I could guess she loved decorating and eating Christmas cookies great deal. Most of people there decorated about six cookies but me. I only finished three, which I felt quite content even thought mine were not as beautiful as other people’s.
After decorating the cookies, we gathered around a low table in the living-room to read, discuss how Christmas started and sing Christmas carols with Kami and Dani while Marc seemed to do cooking in the kitchen. It was a great chance to know more about American culture, to learn English and to make friends.
Once we had enjoyed with the Christmas stories and carols, we went upstairs to watch a Christmas cartoon which was an interesting present from Dani and have the snack that Kami and Marc prepared for us. Before returning home, we gathered in front of the Christmas trees to take picture and each received a gift from Kami, Marc and Dani. To my amazement, they prepared me a lovely gift as well.
We started to go home when realizing that it was raining softly outside. I saw Marc holding some "convenient raincoats" (a kind of very thin raincoats which can be used once) and he asked if anyone of us needed one. This really touched my heart the way they were considerate toward their friends and me- a brand new friend.
The surprise mixed with appreciation struck me one more time when I happened to witness Marc drying our rain-soaking motorbike seats with a towel in his hand. I was deeply moved by the way they gave their love to other people.
Saying "good night" to them, I went home with a tide of happiness and cosiness arising in my heart in that chilly and rainy night.
(Hue, December 13, 2007)
Hang always told me about an American woman named Kami who helps her with learning English. From Hang’s stories, I could feel that Kami as well as her husband Marc were kind and considerate people. And I found out that it was no doubt I met them at my acquaintance’s house before.
We were warmly welcomed by Marc and then by Kami, their daughter Dani and three other cheerful girls who were Kami’s students. When we arrived, they were decorating cookies, which was a tradition of American families before Christmas. I, of course, was so interested in this tradition that I started right away. Kami gave Hang and me a piece of tissue each in case needed. She then gently asked if we would prefer tea or coke. I accepted a cup of hot plain tea from her with thanks.
As Kami’s suggestion, all of the people there in turn introduced themselves so that I could get to know them better. I enjoyed the atmosphere so much that I thought it would be silly of me if I had refused Hang’s invitation.
Looking at Dani’s angel face, I could guess she loved decorating and eating Christmas cookies great deal. Most of people there decorated about six cookies but me. I only finished three, which I felt quite content even thought mine were not as beautiful as other people’s.
After decorating the cookies, we gathered around a low table in the living-room to read, discuss how Christmas started and sing Christmas carols with Kami and Dani while Marc seemed to do cooking in the kitchen. It was a great chance to know more about American culture, to learn English and to make friends.
Once we had enjoyed with the Christmas stories and carols, we went upstairs to watch a Christmas cartoon which was an interesting present from Dani and have the snack that Kami and Marc prepared for us. Before returning home, we gathered in front of the Christmas trees to take picture and each received a gift from Kami, Marc and Dani. To my amazement, they prepared me a lovely gift as well.
We started to go home when realizing that it was raining softly outside. I saw Marc holding some "convenient raincoats" (a kind of very thin raincoats which can be used once) and he asked if anyone of us needed one. This really touched my heart the way they were considerate toward their friends and me- a brand new friend.
The surprise mixed with appreciation struck me one more time when I happened to witness Marc drying our rain-soaking motorbike seats with a towel in his hand. I was deeply moved by the way they gave their love to other people.
Saying "good night" to them, I went home with a tide of happiness and cosiness arising in my heart in that chilly and rainy night.
(Hue, December 13, 2007)
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chinhcom
2009-11-11 01:05:56halo, lâu lâu mới lại vào update Opera, bà chị dạo này vẫn khỏe chứ, lấy chồng chưa nhỉ :d
InspiringVietnam
2009-11-03 10:18:57hihi em biết là ko phải chị viết. nhưng chị làm Guide with nice words như vậy là quá tuyệt rồi. Nhờ vậy mà thêm nhìu người biết về Huế, về VN
Huong%20Lan
2009-10-28 09:32:28Oi, bai nao ha em? Neu em dang noi ve bai tren NYT thi ko fai chi viet dau em. hehehe
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