#3 Dalat in Belgium ^_^

It was sunny but cold and windy in the starting day of a new week. I had a studying trip to Mol. After two hours, we reached a place located in somewhere like a pine forest. When the bus crossed a lake surrounded by pine trees, I had the feeling like I was in Dalat, a lovely highland city in Vietnam. The weather was also the same in Dalat. Oh, I missed that place so much. Last year, I went there twice with my beloved friends. Those were the happiest days we shared together. I could never forget those early mornings, we went out at six, drank coffee at the side of small alleys in the city then had bánh mì- the most delicious one I’d ever had. It was like we left all of the busy life in Saigon behind, we just enjoyed the pure atmosphere, the beautiful sight and the smell of the highland.After that, Trieu and I took our Australian friends to travel around Dalat. You never know, some people you’ve met once accidentally on the way may be your long life friends and bring you many wonderful memories.I’m a lucky person to have many nice friends like that in my life. The older I am, the more I treasure the friendships. I’m grateful for that so much.


Oh, December days seem always beautiful. My dear friends in Belgium are also so nice to me. Just being together in class, having lunch, doing works… we’ve been sharing every day here. I feel happy for that. 🙂

Life is a journey. Am I gonna getting old since I so enjoy each moment? ^_^ Love my life!

#2 December 6th

Although I could not accomplish my to-do-list, as normal, I am happy and joyful today. Talking with my friends, who are in 6 hours or 9 hours time-zones differences from me, made my day. I laughed a lot. I said, somehow my virtual life on social network was so happy and comfortable ( :3)

Today is my best penpal’s birthday. I really want to talk to her, to recall our memories together and celebrate her birthday but couldn’t contact to her. Perhaps, she is busy with her family life after getting married. I wonder if I could go back to the past, whether I chose to act like that again. I should be more generous, or not. I used to regret the things I’ve done. Now I don’t want to judge myself anymore. Everything happens with a reason at a certain moment. Perhaps… Anyway, wish U a happy birthday and always be happy and cheerful! I miss you…

#1 My December

There are so many things I have ever wanted or planned to do. However they’ve never  happened. One of them is to write frequently, at least weekly. Now  plan to reset those plans, one by one.

So, starting today, I’m gonna challenge myself to write daily until the end of December, to celebrate my December, the most special month in the year for me. There are both happy and unhappy memories in December that I have never forget. It’s the time to recall my beloved persons, my Dad, my family, my teacher, my friends, my childhood and also the date I was born to this beautiful world…

11pm. Listening to “My December”, my favourite song of Linkin Park… And wondering: could I “Give it all away to have someone to come home to”. I used to go home every December after the saddest day in my life. I wish I could be there this December, to hold my mother’s hand, to hug her, to warm her cloudy days. Today she wrote a poem in memory ofher biggest love, my Dad. Whenever seeing a family picture of someone, I always imagine if my Day was still alive… I would bring my parents to travel together…

 

November Snowing

It’s the first snowing of this winter. I’m fighting with the problems. Quickly going to kitchen to make breakfast at 11:30 am. Suddenly looking out the windows, snow was falling . It’s like I’m in a romantic drama again. That’s in my mind the scene of standing outside, looking up the sky to feel snowing , flying, falling…

Love this moment. Enjoy. 🙂

mưa trên bức tường ngày

mưa

Em sẽ không bao giờ gặp ai từng làm điều gì vĩ đại lại ngồi chờ được phép để làm điều đó.

Đừng có mà mở miệng nói với anh rằng không điều gì là quan trọng cả. Mọi thứ trên đời đều quan trọng. Từng giọt mưa, mẹ kiếp, từng sợi nắng, từng khóm mây đều quan trọng và chúng quan trọng vì anh thấy chúng và nếu anh có thể thấy chúng thì chúng cũng có thể thấy anh và anh biết có cả một thế giới nguyên vẹn ở ngoài kia quan tâm đến chúng ta, ẩn mình đằng sau cái thế giới thờ ơ vô cảm này, sợ hãi không dám ra mặt. Và cùng với em hay không cùng với em, anh vẫn sẽ kéo thế giới đó lên khỏi bùn đất và máu me và cứt đái cho đến khi chúng ta sống trong nó…

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mình buồn

hai ngày ở Nice trôi qua thật nhanh. Cảm giác bình yên đó… Chia tay ở sân bay, cũng chưa biết buồn. Mà hôm nay buồn quá…

C’est la vie!- Ng nói.

Rồi sẽ khác nhau. Bên kia ấm áp và vui vẻ, sẽ có thể chia sẻ những gì? Tự nhiên lòng mình trống hoác…

Khó giải thích lắm, là gì mà buồn, tại sao lại buồn, tại sao lại ấm áp và thân thiết…

Như là một bóng cây cho mình chỗ dựa, lúc mình cần nhất, nên Ng đi rồi, mình thấy thật bơ vơ…

 

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Giờ thì biết chính xác rồi nhé. Đan cưới. Hình cưới đó. Lễ cưới đó. Đã bao giờ mình viết tên hai đứa chung chưa? Giờ tên 2 người kia đã viết chung rồi. Người ta đã gắn bó với nhau rồi. Đếm thời gian làm gì? Một năm hay lâu hơn hay ngắn hơn thì có làm sao…

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