Friday, 30. October 2009, 06:07:38
-The big sign on the left side:
Trạm thu phí lậu (
illegal toll station)
-On the right side:
Không trách tôi được. Tôi có biết gì đâu. (You can't blame it on me. I don't know anything.)
Tôi bị mù màu xanh.(I'm green color blindness.)
Monday, 19. October 2009, 18:26:51
A new day has come. I wonder what you usually did for Mom on this occasion? I ask myself and smile. You never told that you cared of any occasion but what you always did have showed me all. No flowers but cooking some delicious dishes. No congratulations but much time to talk. No presents but being there whenever she needed. Arguing and making up, you two always make me happy. You always tried to come back home even though it was over midnight, just because you knew that a special woman was waiting for you. It is said that you're still by her sides, that makes her happy and stronger. You should hear her voice when she told me about that 
You know that she is a bit tired, don't you? Please give her more strength to get well soon.
Saturday, 17. October 2009, 17:32:28
This's for Jen and all my friends Even a hello can brighten your day
Even a smile can take all your worries away
And you see the heaven
Now you know you can get it easily
Just open your heart, let it be.
A message comes at a late evening
Some simple words, simple questions
But important feeling
Smiling
Do you see?
Now you can fly without wings
You can go into a dream
Smiles on your lips
Friday, 16. October 2009, 20:07:57
Wind is blowing brezzly. It’s still in the fall but rather cold today. I always have a special feeling when cold wind blows. The cold wind seems to warm my heart. People drive hurriedly in crowded streets. It feels like Tet’s atmosphere. Sometimes, I think waiting for Tet is more interesting than enjoying Tet.
I’m driving thru some baked sweet potato stalls which are bicycles with big boxes. The sweet and warm smell of baked potato follows me. Whenever I stop at a stall to buy some baked tubers I still complain about how expensive they are to compare with sweet potatos at our hometown. Well, with the money to buy a tuber here you can buy at least 10 at our hometown. My friends often laugh and tell me that I shouldn’t compare like that or I won’t dare to buy anything. The sweet smell is still around me although I’ve drived away. I think baked potato here isn’t as delicious as in our hometown. How can it be? These tubers are big and sweet for sure. Perhaps that’s because I miss the way we used to eat baked potatos – a group children sat around a big flame which was fired near the small spring of our village, next to old decayed bamboos’ feet; we competed with others to keep the tubers which have a burnt layer outside – the best tubers we liked very much- and then laughed naughtily. Eating just a tuber would make our faces and hands smaer with soot. Is it right that happy moments we had together made the baked tubers much more deliciuos?
Gió lành lạnh. Chưa phải mùa đông.Trời se lạnh làm lòng người chợt nghe xôn xao. Có cái gì thật lạ mỗi lần thấy gió lạnh về. Hình như hơi lạnh lại thường làm cho lòng người ấm hơn. Phố đông người hối hả. Giống nghư không khí ngày tết – lúc nào cũng có cảm giác như thế. Nhiều khi tết về lại chẳng thú bằng lúc đợi chờ.
Ngang qua mấy hàng khoai lang nướng. Mùi thơm ngọt và ấm cứ quấn quýt. Mỗi lần dừng lại mua là lại một lần xuýt xoa. Một cân khoai ở đây đắt bằng cả thúng ở nhà ấy chứ! Bạn nhiều lần phì cười, đừng có so sánh nữa kẻo rồi chẳng dám mua cái gì cho mà xem. Mùi khoai thơm nức vẫn vấn vương cả quãng đường. Hình như khoai nướng ở đây chẳng được ngon bằng khoai nướng ở nhà. Đâu có cái lí ấy? Củ khoai to, ngọt thế này còn gì? Chắc là do thiếu cảnh một lũ trẻ vây quanh đống củi đốt bên bờ suối cạnh đám gốc tre đã mục gần hết, hay tại những củ khoai này chẳng có lớp cháy sạm đen giống những củ khoai cháy thuở trước mà đứa nào cũng thích tranh cho bằng được và trêu nhau cười váng cả cánh đồng. Ăn xong một củ là mặt mũi chân tay đen nhẻm. Chính những giây phút ấy khiến cho những củ khoai còi cọc xưa kia trở nên thơm ngon lạ lùng chăng?
Friday, 9. October 2009, 10:19:18
Warn: this's only a complained entry!I cancel my teaching today. No working, no driving, no reading! Yep, I feel angry right now. I've been angry with myself since I heard something this afternoon. I need to make myself calm down and this is the way I choose. Sometimes, when I get too furious I jut wanna break something, make a big sound - something's like that. Carzy! Even now, I still wanna do like that! Ok, nothing will be broken today. Turn the music on, make sure it's the loudest level. Put the headphone on. It isn't a big problem at all. Just get angry with myself because of my lazy habit. I always find some reason to avoid doing something others think I should do - "That's ok! That's fine!". So, it's the result I could get. I don't blame on anyone. It's not serious anyway. I can do anything I really want - that's my way. Well, the funniest thing in this situation is that the way some people react when they think I get disappoint. Asking me if I had known this and that althought they are sure I didn't. Saying something sounds like "Why that happens? Is there something wrong with it? Well, I had wondered and if I thought you hadn't known, I would have told you yesterday. I'm sorry. If this one/that one did blah blah." Haha, they even make me smile (try my best not to laugh loudly) when I'm really upset. C'mon. I don't think there's any wrong with my situation. I don't think someone wants to play bad game with me. No, it's not the way. I don't like to make myself comfortable by putting all fault on others. I did call my friends to tell them what happens - the only people I wanna talk with my real voice in this case. They know me, know my feeling and don't comfort me like the way others do - that's make me feel much more comfortable. People can kick one or two out but can't do that with all us 
Pheww, I could turn the volume lower now if neighbours didn't sang sing karaoke too luodly. Anyway they usually sing karaoke at the weekend - on Saturday or Sunday, maybe they want to change their habit a little so this week they choose Friday? That means a lot of "sweet voices" for me to hear. I have to close the door and windows. Now I'm not sure if staying inside is a good choice 
Thursday, 8. October 2009, 18:59:00
“When you feel sad, please call my name” – an idea comes from an old poem I read a long time ago. Somehow it turns out to be“When you think of me, please call my name” and the words dance in my head, stop me shutting down the pc. In the night I hear the sound of a motor – don’t know how someone can go around in such a late time. His relatives must be worried for him so much. And the sound of lorries. They aren’t allowed to come into the city on the daytime, so it is. When I’m at home, I’m always surprised at sound of a motor. Whenever a motor passes thru the small bridge which is in front of our house I look out. Although the bridge has existed for a long time I still don’t get used to with the fact that some people can pass thru near the house which is nearly like an island. There are not many bamboo trees – that’s good for us right now but I feel a bit strange when I don’t see a “green wall” there.I was used to being pick up to our home when I got out of a bus so walking on my feet made me think of many things. It wasn’t because of the distance – only a short to the house from where I left the bus – it was called memory. It had rained the previous night so the path was rather muddy. Looking at my muddied heels I remembered of a folk-song about heels. Once, the old poem wasn’t an metaphor to me. Our geese are much bigger than last time. The three silly geese don’t get on with our dogs. They always try to tease four puppies which are tied. The geese walk towards them and try their best to attack. The biggest dog of ours, which is always free, has to come to make the geese go away. Of course these geese make the puppies angry so when they are untied, they look for the geese to pay back. Four angry puppies bark loudly and get the geese run around, finally, jump into our pond. The bank of the pond is too high and there are no steps for geese to get out. So, they raise their “sweet voice” to find a help (last time I did believe they like water). And puppies even bark loudlier. It’s so funny.However, in the silence of a night in a city a nonstop barking dog doesn’t make you glad.
It's 1.58am now. How could I get up in the morning? 
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