A Little Garden

La Marée Haute

2010-09-07T21:08:00.000+07:00

Un bâteau sans voile sur la marée haute.

Hoa Sen không thể chờ

2010-06-02T15:28:00.003+07:00

"Hoa sen nở trong ánh mặt trời,
rồi mất đi tất cả những gì nó có.
Nhưng chắc nó không muốn làm chiếc nụ
trong sương mù vĩnh viễn của mùa đông"

Dans une autre vie peut-etre

2010-03-11T18:51:00.003+07:00

Si j'étais un animal, je serais un oiseau. Je parcourrais les océans verts, les plus beaux lieux du monde. Je partagerais des histoires, je raconterais des contes aux irrondelles. Et chaque printemps, je viendrais au jardin de Mary Lennox, le jardin secret, et resterais là-bas, respirerais le parfum de la saison dans le courant d'air. Je regarderais Mary, Colins et Dickons dans le jardin. Le père entrait le jardin, cherchait les enfants. Sa femme sur le fauteuil de bascule, éternellement, sous le soleil pâle du printemps. Et voilà, moi et ma pièce de terre.

Où, dans cette vie, est ma terre?

I'm reading...

2010-01-18T13:55:00.002+07:00

"They all broke the rules. They all crossed into forbidden territory. They all tampered with the laws that lay down who should be loved and how. And how much. The laws that make grandmothers grandmothers, uncles uncles, mothers mothers, cousins cousins, jam jam, jelly jelly.
It was a time when uncles became fathers, mothers lovers, and cousins died and had funerals.
It was a time when the unthinkable became thinkable and the impossible really happened."

Extracted from The God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy

The book whose lines are seeping into me, "like tea from a teabag", dying my thoughts with undiscovered experiences of familiar colors.

"Never again will a single story be told as though it's the only one" - John Berger

Half way to confessions

2010-01-13T23:00:00.014+07:00

I've just realized how stupid I am, how weak at heart I've always been. So far, I've been nothing more than a selfish hypocrite. I'm not cut out for being reasonable.
I'm so stupid I don't know where and when to stop, so stupidly naive that I can't resist the very classical temptations of life. I see them in my dreams. I feel the fire of the demon in me burning the boundaries, destroying everything it touches like a stream of lava. I'm burning in my own hell.

My bag of dark secrets is gonna explode!

Mon petit poème

2009-01-22T22:25:00.000+07:00

Mon coeur n'est pas un désert.
Il n'y a qu'un petit jardin sombre.
Il t'attend...
Tu le vois dans l'obscurité.
Et je vais t'amener.
Je n'ai pas envie du soleil,
J'ai envie de toi,
mon premier matin pâle du printemps.

À mon chéri.

Je viens d'écrire un poème court. Je ne suis pas vraiment contente parce que les mots sont encore simple mais, bon, c'est mon premier poème français. Cela demande beaucoup de courage! ^^

Runaway_The coors

2007-09-23T17:45:00.000+07:00

Say it's true, there's nothing like me and you
I'm not alone, tell me you feel it too
And I would run away
I would run away, yeah..., yeah
I would run away. I would run away with you
Cause I am falling in love with you
No never I'm never gonna stop
Falling in love with you

Close the door, lay down upon the floor
And by candlelight, make love to me through the night(through the night, through the night...)
Cause I have run away. I have run away, yeah..., yeah
I have run away, run awayI have run away with you
Cause I am falling in love (falling in love) with you
No never I'm never gonna stop
Falling in love with you...With you...And I would runaway
I would runaway, yeah..., yeah
I would runaway (runaway)
I would runaway with you

Rains

2007-08-10T21:26:00.000+07:00

The bed suddenly felt cold. Waken up by the tapping sound of the rain outside, I grabbed a blanket, looked on my left. Mom was sleeping under Dad's soft snoopy blanket, reminded me of the time when I used to sleep next to Daddy on the same bed, when we whispered little secrets, and we told little jokes, tried not to laugh too noisily so that Mom wouldn't complain... "It's around 4 a.m", I thought to myself.

Today the next door pianist's songs were sad. He played some classic love songs unprofessionally. But it was the early down-pour that breathed a mild sadness into his notes, that sank more deeply into me. Still in bed. The rain didn't stop until late in the morning as if it didn't want me to forget the feeling. I went out with my darling and his friends, the rain followed. But it was great that I was embraced in my Guillaume's arms while the rain kept tapping rhythmically on the Little Cafe's roof. Feeling quite leisure, I surfed the net as soon as I finally feel miss it. I met an old friend.

+ Hey Lam, I'm working on a topic. Can you describe a person you think is successful?

- ...

+ Buzz! Hey! Are you there?

- ...Well, ... the person I think was successful is my Dad ... He was passionate, sometimes childlike, and was not rich, not a shining star in the sky. But when he passed away, the stars didn't shine with the same lights as those in all the other nights. Oh, and he could catch a cold with just a single drop of rain.

...

Da Lat trip with friends

2007-07-03T16:01:00.001+07:00

Before going to Da Lat with Guillaume and family I had had a wonderful time there with my classmates. I'd never thought I would have such great fun there, though it was my hometown. And the memory remains... For some photos of beautiful sceneries, full views are highly recommended, mates!

It was the first time I went to my hometown as a tourist. You know, going to tourist spots, staying in a small hotel, taking lots of pictures, doing things that only tourists would do...
The first spot: Datanla waterfall.
It was not really tall, but it's the tallest I've seen ^^ It's on the way to the city of Da Lat. They have some kind of speedy board here for people to go from uphill to the place of the waterfall. The boards are considered as the tourist-attracting element here. But I didn't take it because it wasn't at all impressive, I can tell you that.

Yeah, look at the cute couple >.<

We went to the famous Truc Lam pagoda in a mountain. Too bad I don't have the pictures of the beautiful place here! They have cable cabins. Everything was great except for the ridiculous smell of the fertilizers from the vegetable gardens below. We were so lucky because the sky had always been awesomely blue during the whole trip!
and the beautiful lake in the middle of mountains, not very far from the pagoda. It's really peaceful here

And have look at this! It's the view we got from the top of the beautiful LangBiang mountain . What a pity I couldn't take sweet Guillaume here because of the terrible weather we got :(

The Golden Stream they call it. We can see it from the mountaintop. But where we were standing was not the top. A really beautiful view, I must say! The woman is my form teacher. ^^

The Dreamy Hill. Yuck, I hate the name! They ruined almost everything by making the whole thing artificially more "dreamy"!

Well, that's something to share about my friends. I still have some very funny pictures of my big family at school... More to see ^^

Current status: low battery, need charging!

My fish bowl

2007-07-02T19:33:00.000+07:00

This is just a little story about my first pets. This happened months ago.

During that time I'd been wanting a cute little pet so bad just to erase my depression, which was so terrible. I wish I had a DOG so that I can take care of it every day, so that I can be welcome warmly when I get home.

And it's such a "coincidence" that one day my niece suddenly forgot her two little (and ugly) FISH, and just never came back to take them home again! What interesting creatures they are!!! The fish came so unexpectedly that I had no food or tank for them ( "so unexpectedly" because I never expected my pets to be so ... ugly, because they're of the kind of fish that you can eat!).

Because I didn't want to see them dead in my house, before my eyes, I had to run around in the neighborhood trying to find them food. I tried to feed them but it seemed like they didn't like the food I found. "Come on! Why the hell won't you eat, silly creatures??". And then, maybe it's in my nature, I had to spend the whole afternoon decorating a nice fish bowl with colorful shells and shining blue-and-green stones ^^ ... The fish ruined it by disordering the disposition of the pretty shells and pooped all over the place. >_< "What is it with you two??!".

Well, I had decided to give the poor things to some one else as I couldn't take it anymore. But the enthusiasm is still seething in my brain. I'm going to have a cute little pet of my own

P/s: The picture of the bowl up there is ugly, I have to admit. And I think I'm having too much of this blogging thing >.<

The Holiday

2007-07-02T12:50:00.000+07:00

This is some kind of miracle happened to me during the summertime of 2007.

I told him that it had been our sweet honey moon in Da Lat, but he didn't agree with me on that. "Honey moon is the beginning of the end(?!)", he said. So I think he would prefer "The Holiday" ("The holiday" is a movie in which lovers left their ordinary world to find each other)

It all started with his fever in the bus on our way from Saigon to Da Lat (as a result of him having been caught in a heavy rain 2 days before). He was sleeping on my shoulder when I felt his hand holding mine. Gosh! It was like an explosion inside that fake calm exterior of mine. "What is happening? Is this the result of his fever?...". Thousands, thousands of thoughts crossed my mind. But, well, fortunately for me it wasn't just his sleep-acting . He he! And after the sweet explosion came the greatest days I've ever had in my entire life, walking in the rain, singing together wherever we are, talking to each other about lots and lots of things, sweet kisses... That was something I've never experienced before.

Although we are in the busy city of Saigon now we still find our own private world when talking to each other, somewhere only we know... and the other world goes faint. It's funny because, despite the fact that we speak different languages and have to use the intermediate language of English, I find it so easy to communicate with him and express myself in many different ways, not only by words. My wish is for this relationship to last for ever and ever and ever and ever ... And the lovers live happily ever after ^^

There goes my first blog post, for my dearest Guillaume, with love
Je t'aime vraiment beaucoup!