Today/Tomorrow

I wanted to find something amazing on the streets in Dalat but failed.

I can't pretend I was excited about anything different even there are more Christmas trees and decorations sold on the shops this year and they already decorated a street more colorful.

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A tour guide tried to introduce me to a man from Australia after the man took his tour package. After two or three sentences, he lowed his head to continue his guide book. I haven't had a chance to tell him my name after he told me his. Like there were two Americans playing the cards all the time. We smiled to each other unless a cat ran to one woman's leg and even played to the cards.

I do sometimes focus on my books too much and didn't notice who were around me as well.

The Beauty of Recycled Papers

A pile of papers on my hand with one page printed were looked so old and useless. It seemed that anyone has good reason and drive to throw them away without others' negative comments. I thought of them sometimes and I used them to print a report tonight. Compared to use brand new print papers, I needed to clean out the staples one by one and sort the unprint sides. It took me more time. I felt they were much more dirty and old, but suddenly I was gratiful for them, just for their existence regardless their looking, in which were filled with the content I didn't need and even enjoy. Then I was more patient and slow down a bit. They contributed to our company, to us, no matter what we treated them and didn't have any complants, just like our body our life. We have consumed them and still have complained why they become older and lose the charm as before.

They are not shining any more, unless we look at them in the other way...

A Shining Passion

On the road, I thought of my current expression in writting pieces lacking of passion, one important message I should deliver. To the things and to the people...are the same. I am excited for my plans so up to a kind of state of anxiety. I live in a world for my own; I am surrounded by every second and every detail in the Process. It's simple but also complicated to achieve the goal: organised, deep understanding, and practical. In fact, it's not so dreamy and cheers at all. However, the texture and the colours are designed by myself under environmental factors so that I feel calm and good in this aspect.

This morning, I browsed randomly a book I have keep reading and suddenly I was moved. It's a passage about the analysis of how a sign in a foreign airport made the author feel exotic from the historical and artistic views. If there are someone I want to follow, the person would be him now. It's interesting that I ignore so many things but the book reminded me to find something new. He is such an excellent tour guide in thinking yet he has written in such a plain and comprehensive language.

When passion can last longer without impulse, it's on the way to be shining.

An Outsider's Distant Sympathy

It's a very sloped stone stairs. A middle aged man walked very slowly. First step was a walking aid to the lower stair, and then a week leg followed. Even there were only about fifteen stairs, it took him quite a long time. I watched him for a distance so that he didn't notice me. Suddenly, a young girl ran quickly next to him, I felt nervous and worried that if she bumped into him, in the second they were closed. Fortunately, he didn't fall. Obviously, the girl's perception was different from mine.

In fact, I had thought thatI should do him a favor but I didn't. I thought he must experience the same difficulty everyday. For me, the importance seems that I wanted to know if he was independent enough to overcome than I rushed to help him. One motocycle came in front of there. Finally he walked down to the street after the long way. The whole body and the legs were looked very heavy to go across the back seat of the motocycle by himself. At that time, I just stood and watched until they were leaving.

Most of time, there are seem a clear line to distinguish those Vietnamese local people as foreigners and ourselves like an outsider. Why this scene occupied my mind and got rid of these differences? In this case, the person didn't want anything from me, and I didn't really give him anything. It's a real drama on the steet. Of course, I may choose to interact with him and it would be my favorite way. However, this time, I just chose to be an outsider and saw a person did his best to achive a goal regardless his physical inconvenience. I felt sympathy for him.

Everyday, there are many dramas unfolded before us. What do we respond? And do we really know why?

On the Road

Keep walking, walking, walking... oh yeah, that's what I wanted...
Nothing about working in my mind!

Passed those crowd---men dress no style, young women wear high heel shoes, old woman in Vietnamese traditional hat and those annoying bikes. On the right hand is a banana shop, one cute banana sign on the shop. On the left hand is a fashion shop, very similar with a Taiwanese brand.....The road was leading a path where is suitable for taking a walk, taking a walk and didn't think so many things in such a busy life.

***
The busy life decays many details and push the action quicker and quicker.
I tried to make things neat and not so satisfactory.
Even in the free time, I found I should slow down but I didn't.
I'm getting used of the quick mode, even much quicker than Taiwanese life!
Too many working and personal plans are going on together. Sometimes I also have to work at night, so tired!

A Simple Apologize

The webpages stayed there...I hestitated to act immediatedly... to email the guy I was unfamilar at all. I will do that after writting down the post.

It was this morning, I read the book City Dharma as usual. The sections decipted some dialogues and plots in true scenes. I was attracted by the author Arthur's ways of writing. It's not the first time I enjoyed his styles but I haven't connected the way he did to his background as a playwriter for 10 years until today. He once gave up a good job to seek for the dream. I thought even he didn't keep the career later, he did write this book successfully (for me!). I haven't thought of being a writer seriously but I do want to learn writing from him. Of course, there are countless classics since human civilization developed but what I am reading and what is close to me is this book. Then I thought of one scene at college suddenly:

I once formed a theater group that time. I participated in the theater works since high school.
One day, I had a meeting with my group members and the school brother came and asked me could him have some materials from me. In fact, it's nothing at all so that I didn't remember what's it now. I didn't have chances to talk him more than 10 words just greeting and I only knew he loved theater performances and did a good job. I think I was too defensive and too closed to my own world, so I refused. He said nothing and left, still wore smiles. From then on, we didn't have many chances to see each other so we didn't know each other at all.

Cats with Ropes

Under a stair, three or four Vietnamese people were chatting arond a woman selling soy milk.
It's today's morning.

Next to the big pot, the end of a very thin rope was a little kitty. I gazed her for a while, she moved slightly and naively. Such a cute creature, I thought. And I knew I couldn't stay longer
My schedule was a little tight and I couldn't think more about WHY a kitty need to be tied for a long time (of course, I think I know)...since they must be a kind of animal enjoy plenty of being alone, unlike dogs. I was sorry for her really. These people may start to notice me, but they just kept going their dialogues. One kitty losing the freedom was nothing special as the soymilk everywhere.

Then I went to market to buy flowers, next to a fruit stand, I saw a cat, who was very happy and ran up and down on a stair and also went back her home, a small box, for a while.
I couldn't help but was affected by her pleasing style at that moment, so I touched her fur and so soft and comfortable. I was happy too.

No difference, she was tied with a rope.

................I cannot draw any conclusions here and it's unnecessary.

Just cats and ropes in Vietnam.

What Art and Artists Could Be?

Looked out the window, where was filled in Dalat's pretty houses and sky, I still pondered what I'm going to write the aesthetic experiences in Dalat.

I found a proposal in graduate school called ''An Analysis of the Successful Designers from the Environmental Factors.'' It seemed too far away I once learned the interial design and architecture. The most attractions must be aesthetics and art history. It's the time I viewed many exhibitions as much as possible and I drew and design blueprints for houses, which were complicated I have to say. I am not a person doing accurate stuffs I think even evil is hidden in the details.

Maybe the artists are people who are most difficult to be understood or communicated in the world. Sometimes I wanna to work with them objectively; however, in next second, I think I don't like them so much...for example, sometimes they are proud but cannot give a word to explain their ideas about their works ( it also means that they endow the viewers with great power to interpretate, don't they?). I am not sure how much I will involve in the artworks and artists right now.

What I dare to say is one of the most horrible things in the world may be falling in love with artists.

But who knows am I not one of them?

(Let's try not to define art and artists and read the post again.)

Robert Frost - Directive

The tower in Dalat is under the mist, so dreamy.
I walked by the window hurrily and submitted imperfect reports as the end of today.
It was 9:30 pm.

My heart was very weired in the two days.
It thought of some people who may walk out my life already, some exhibitions I once saw in Taiwan, the suburban lanes under the sunshine where I once learnt architecture classes...

I started to aware I am getting older as the old time flew again and again.
Some are sorrowful but I know they are very valuable and I also have deeper visions to see through them and
I would like to say ''yes, thanks for you accompaning me for a while... even I am still sorry that we cannot keep traveling together. ''

Warm Sadness

On the street to a coffee shop, I thought what happened today was quite psychological and never experienced so much in school: for the constant misunderstandings, my Vietnamese colleague lost her temper today finally.

The psychological misunderstandings are:
* She didn't know my want was task X and she thought she knew.
* I didn't know she didn't know task X and I thought she knew.
* She didn't know I didn't know she thought was task Y and she thought I knew.

The tasks X and Y just little dark pieces from a depressed vocalno for a long time.

Yesterday, I asked A to do task X, she thought she understood what I assigned, it's doing Y, so she told me '' em hieu (I understand).'' I thought she understood due to her respond and didn't know she thought the task was Y instead of X. However, today I found she did wrongly and asked her to do again. And she told me she didn't understand until today. I felt very confusing since she should tell me she didn't understand in the beginning. Why we often need to revise the same papers? I told her so and she stared to revise. At the time, I didn't know: she exactly understand in her way, but not understand in my way, so it's right she understood exactly in one aspect! I kept feeling the thing was very rediculous...

Multiple Selves- Being a Foreigner

Yesterday, "Chi, ... di cho mua ...(Your shoes are old, why not go to market to buy?)" my Vietnamese colleague A watched my shoes and said. "K, o Dai Loan(No, th shoes are from Taiwan)." I replied. She kept going smilingly, "xx Vietnam dep dep!" ''K co ranh,'' I said. ''Em oto .. chi..(I can take you to the market by bike it's quicker!),'' she responded excitedly.

Today, I did notice my shoes, which surface is quite scuffed but its elegant blackness and shape still exists...looked like a fabulous grunge plus artistic Italian styles instead. I think I live and perform differently in the world being alone and with Vietnamese colleagues caused of the appreciation gap and language barriers. Similarly, some different selves appear and are satisfied in the hometown but not Vietnam since the life are uncommon mostly:
For example, in Vietnam, the topics are usually around the very simple life, like eating and working. I cannot dress skirts and visit endless exhibitions the art museums in Dalat at all.
I cannot read many Chinese books and usually have to speak English or poor Vietnamese or
simplified Chinese to Vietnamese colleagues...

Middle, Mi and Do

47:32, that's the length of the film Annie Hall I have watched within the two weeks, and it's just in the middle.

There are so many things in the middle: English novels, translation works, both vowels and consonents of a new language, a blog I keep reading for months, travel in Dalat, preparation for the next destination, further thinking for anchoring career for aesthetics and insights...

When one of my friends visited me today, I was very busy on working and then we had a coffee hurrily in the break at noon. I told her: "Look! How low the standard of quality I'm living is." Yeah, my personal time become valuable much than before. These days when I have to corporate with two Vietnamese workers for specific projects, I get up before 7:00 am, have breakfast, read my favorite book for a short time, then start to think of the daily tasks and working procedure for them. It takes some time but they depend on my assigns. It's like I am caring for two children and have to be responsible for preparation, otherwise, evrything would be in a mess.

We Are All The Same

After knowing my condition facing the language difficulties with my Vietnamese coworkers, today I had better performances in learning more VN words and adjusting myself.

In the very early morning, when the working just began and A and me had our first problem for communication as before. In the very second, I knew I was going to feel impatient and anxious (she expressed similar and active ways earlier than me by keep talking quick VN words.) Because of the awareness, I didn't have so much emotion instead. We had C for translation again.

Later, when she said ''Finished working.'' in Vietnamese word, I told her to write down. Even I understood the current sentence, I'd like to learn more. However, she wrote ''You are beautiful.'' in VN words and laughed. Then I asked her to do a task, I demonstrated for her and asked her how to express in their language. Not all the day had such enough time to practice more.

The Easiest Way to Be a Nut

If you want to try something wild, or if you want to know how many potentials in your personalities, why not try to work with foreigners, who cannot commuicate with you and often make misunderstandings?

Well, the post will be looked like a very long complaint, rather, you could consider it's a foreign worker's observational journal about the language barriers. Enjoy the writing and always welcome to correct my poor Vietnamese words since my coworkers cannot do that mostly!

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After working, I couldn't help but thinking about the sentences I failed to express to the two young Vietnamese coworkers and the language desires always fire fierecely on working and become faint after that! I am tired to get involved and get through the working phrases in a tired day.
And the next day often feel tired to hear those unfamilar VN words, then all of them make me more tired too!

The things I wanted to convey like: (I have to say sometimes it's even uneasy to express in Chinese or in English quickly.)

Creativity from Our Origin

''Ok, mom, let me start to report my life in Vietnam. The beginning is an introduction, then three paragraphs with thesis statements. The end will be a conclusion.'' That's a way I think I should tell my mom (in my imagination), when she worries about my career.

This morning, I just thought the chatting with my mom yesterday and I found three questions seem her major concerns since I have worked in Vietnam:

1. Mom: ''What have you learned in Vietnam? Why your Vietnamese is so poor? You stayed there more than one year!''
Me: "You know because....and now my VN words are much better than before. I am keeping learning..."
Mom: ''Are you?'' ......

2. Mom: ''Haven't you thought to continue study to get a PhD degree...?'' (notice the expression here is not ''Do you...?'' or ''Have you...?'')
Me: ''I think working experience is very important, and maybe I can get a scholarship beacuse of that(I was surprised I said like this, do I really want to spend years to study further?)'' Ok, very well. Mom, should I told you I may like to study Buddhism or xx in Burma or some unexpected countries, something like that?

100000 Why

Working with Vietnamese, who have language difficulties with me, is like a Taiwanese book title: 100000 Whys!

Ok, perfect...I knew the young lady, my new Vietnamese coworker's next question was coming soon. Was it just a report for typing? How came so many questions???

That's why my working were disturbed a couple times and I couldn't concentrate at all.
Meanwhile, I knew it's hard for her to work continually with the confusion even they were looked unimportant or unhurry.
She just ought to do: typed the data instead of questioning it in the tight schedule!
I was going to lose my temper but I didn't.
Sighed and confused as well!

And when I wondered to know some details in her working procedure,
she always answers too much.
If we just need a cucumber, do we need to take all of the food from a refrigerator???

Jungles

After finished a report, which made me tired, I awaked instead.

Seeking of such a perfect report is not me
and I love my imperfectness
which are full of energies about creation and interpretation.

Today, I also felt a special friend again and I didn't resist.
My passion were so painful in the craziness
Who knows will memories be disappear and
Who believe we once had our stories?

Less is moreLess is more(?)

It's not a flag named in braveness
but where we have lived.
We try our best to go through the moist jungles......

Everything will be all right.

Being A Connoisseur for Early Beginning

Thinking of packing books always represents preparing to go bcak Taiwan.
I have no definate answer for which is better - working or just traveling in Vietnam.
What kind of memories I will think?
What career anchors I have developed?

The list of one-month basic learning plan is:
* Charles Handy- Myself and other More Important Matters (review for vocabularies)
* CT- S (marvelous, in practice)
* ABC-Sustainable Cities (Australia radio)

How will I contribute to these fields:
* Language / Literature
* Fine Arts/ Aesthetics
* Human / Psychology / Philosophy
by writing, reading, studying...and traveling...

A Lakebed Party - Life is Too Short

The autumn leaves represented
as they should be- elegant shapes, colours, and poses......
I was glad that I could sit near the lovely tree closely
at noon.

I gazed the Xuan Huong Lake
It's the first time I looked at her so much since the water was pulled out
Few people were walking on the lakebed; they were small as ants
The grasses were still there even the bed was looked dry
Maybe the image of the shining lake always exists as a comparison
I didn't feel disgust as before and just looked at the scene
It's like we seldom to see the essence of one thing
We lose in the surface (as the dreamy beauty of the lake) easily
and haven't thought that what's the most basic existence (but how?)

So we keep dancing and being drunk
we escape the awaking time
and never ask ourself to think deeper...?!
Yes, should we think so much
since life is too short...?!

Robert Frost - An Old Man's Winter Night

A day when was crammed with uncease works and physical tiredness
was suitable for a short poem, which could be read at least from beginning to the end
unlike many projects I have been doing still in the betweeen

While I can read Chinese in paragraph in one second, one word or phrase is still the unit for reading English. However, why not read a poem just slowly?
Slowly and don't worry what's next.
Concentrating on one of favorite hobbies is happiness.

It's a poem talking about an old man was scard by the sound of night either from outdoors or a cellar in a ''creaking'' room. He sat alone with a lamp, not really quiet. Then he paid attention on an ''late-arising moon.'' Since the moon brought him comfort, the old man developed a relation with the house:

For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept.

He did the only thing he could do well. The jolting log in the stove even didn't bother him.

Sleeping is peaceful for an aged person.
The perception is enlargen in the solitary.
What an old man suffers.....

Robert Frost - The Tuft of Flowers

It's the third poem from Robert Frost I read in the two days
Slowly read over round and round to access his expression in the natural scene with labour.

In the poem, he followed a guy doing mown to turn the grass
The sound of tools whispered far away.
He felt lonely, but it's not related to be together or not.
Then, from a butterfly's guide, he found his connection with the man even both of them worked alone
since the man kept a tuft of flowers by a brook.

The image of flowers existed actually in a route of the ''bewildered'' butterfy before that
but they were dry on the fround.
It made no sound but led his eyesight to the flowers, the only one left in the lawn.
After the night with memories of ''yesterday's delight,'' these flowers surprised him in the dawn.
His solitary was gone. And he found the closeness with the man even they didn't work together.

Stories In Dalat

One photo was shoot as walking hurrily last week. I thought that was one of most important pics I have taken for a long time. For one week, I only had 10 mins for breakfast. For two weeks, I experienced serious working tiredness. For three weeks, I was sick and sleepless. For more than four weeks, I have had a feeling that I lost a special friend......

Everything made me so tired in Dalat these months. But now I have picked the tender feeling in the small town. What a story, which was told, maybe comes with tears and smiles meantime... always vivid and moving in the memories...

Me, A Foreigner

As the school time, sat in front of table as in cram schools
It seems that I am still a teen but that's a serious meeting
among dozens of Vietnamese managers!

Oh, I am a foreigner, a real foreigner!
Oh, I haven't thought that I sat among other foreigners too so that when I wanted to speak to a woman next to me but I found my words were locked
the nature of talking my mother tongue many in one second
was stopped by the awareness
the time of delivering tiny paper talking some silly secrects in school time ends
as just yesterday
the whisper is also gone.

It's tired to listen to Chinese and followed Vietnamese translation for two hours
Every Vietnamese managers must be tired too.
They worked about 12 hours today!

ShashaRara

A mashroom is an umbrella for a fairy
Flied above a white cloud
The breeze kissed the fresh face of grass
To the endless green mountain
We sing songs for love
An old character play in an icy stage
Fire dances on the truth
A clock goes rebellious on Dali's painting and he didn't turn his head back
We say hello to the Beatles in a day between Sunday and Monday
The globe find the shadows of the dialogue between sun and moon
We sit under an Asian tree
Read an European poem
Not a house we live but imagination
Not a freedom we get but philosophy
We don't know we know we don't know
How the world works
Those unimportant things are always paid attention
We try to discover and explore
For plaing the of languages
We see the beauty but still try to define what's wrong
inside and outside
Not the rain dries us but forgiveness
To see further and purer
things, that not yet are understood
Will well will and well now

The Third Bus

I had to trasfer bus in a foreign city today.

I knew it took time to take bus in such hurry moment so I asked a Vietnam woman did their bus go to my destination. She said no. Then I left. But she called me later and asked me again where I wanted to go. Since she couldn't understand my pronounciation. I repeated several times.
And then I found the first bus passed away in the back of us. I missed the first bus because of the enthusiastic woman.

Then I kept walking further and waiting to the coming of the second bus.
I waited for a while and thanked to the cloudy day.
then one of my coworker called me.
It's hard to hear his sound by the road so I moved.
When I finished talking just for one minute and back to the road, and found the second bus left too surprisingly.
I ran a bit for chasing it but it's too late!

Gratitude Behind the Challenge

Incredibly, I survived!!
The same road by the pine forests, I was smiling when we went back Dalat,
compared to the blue in the morning.

In fact, I cried this morning for personal reason and the hard working task but I wept my tears secretly.
I just couldn't bear my affection to the suffering anymore!
They were so pure I have exposed to these days I don't know why.
The sunshine shined on me so directly and warmly and I only wanted it to dry my tears.

The sorrow was much larger than my existence...

***
It's not in every second but I actually thought I will leave the job as soon as possible within the three days. However, now I think I may appreciate all these things one day.

I have been going to the farms for three days and most of time it's extreme hot and I had to walk for 6 hours a day.
Sometimes it's hurry and very tired.
And I have to do some jobs at night such as today!
Burnt out and still need to get up early tomorrow morning.

Before Leaving Dalat

I watched a scene in Dalat tonight, and I felt I am preparing to say goodbye to the town.
It's one of lovely scenes where I remember how lovely it was once be.
The lights were colourful and the lake there was elegant and romantic.
I sighed and it's a little earlier for me.

On a coffee place, I told a memeber, who belongs to a group.
''If I leave Vietnam, I will miss your group very much."
He asked me when I will leave.
I told him what I am thinking and
at the pause I was almost crying.
Then he showed me some traveling photos he shot today and some are really funny.
He said nothing but I think he is really a good guy.
I am lucky to make some friends here.
It's the first time I thought I will not see them agiain one day Really!

Don't We Live in a Kind of Argentina?

The breeze was the same; the light from the house far away was the same,
I was walking very slowly on the bricked street, and I had to admit that:
even they are nice, I cannot go back to the beginning, when everything was once fresh and interesting for me.
I thought: ''if it's a relationship, how could we light up the light again and feel good?''

Walked up to the clean and wide road in front of Ngoc Lan Hotel, the little roses smiled but I just passed by hurriedly. And the logo of Mobiphone with blue and red was once colorful but it couldn't take my eyes anymore.
The street scenes are not so charming as before,
and they are not nostalgic ones under the familiar wind odor in every seasons in my hometown.
Well...I get used of them, many things, in Dalat.
I am not tired of them, I just know them much more than short stayed travellers.

A Touching Gift : Fall in Love

Knowing why people want to learn Vietnamese words is always interesting.
'I think I fell in love with Vietnam.' the guy said smilingly and seriously.
It must be one of most romantic words I have heard recently, I thought.

That made me start to think the experience I once fell in love.
Some are keep going...
At 10 years old, I fell in love with writing.
At 12 years old, I fell in love with the Western Arts.
At ? years old, I fell in love with literature.
At 22 years old, I fell in love with aesthetics.
...
Now, just fell in love with a new language, it almost happened in the first 'hearing.'
It needs time to make love matures by care and sincerity.
Isn't love a faith?

That's Why We laughed - With A Cuba Guy

'You are an interesting woman!' The man said laughingly, and then both of us laughed.

After the rain stopped and we separated, I asked myself at times: 'Am I an interesting person?'
since sometimes I felt that I am serious! (Am I!?)
Fourtunatedly, I remember I still did made people felt fun, not long time ago.

***
Two days ago, I just asked a VN worker 'Why were you laughing?' becaus I heared their loud laughters even they were far away.
She responded me in Chinese : '他們說了一些笑話。' (They told some jokes.)
And then she asked me could she said it is a '笑話 (xiaohua) (joke)' in Chinese?
I thought for a while, and I told her: '這可能不是真的笑話，是一些好玩的事。'
(Maybe it's not a real joke, but something funny).'

An Incrediable Lao Instrument- Khaen

In Asian, an amazing instrument Khaen, have we ever known?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zkp-tPaJdzY&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsxBuclA3sA&feature=related

Surprises are always hidden somewhere
if we follow the calling.

Where the echo comes is
Where the old dusts go
and the lotus blooms.

The Real Romance ~ My Two French Friends

He looked at her, with tender and smiling eyes.
He is not taller and stronger than her, but his sweetness is so solid for her.
He didn't move quick, but he always responded her needs as quick as possible.

When they were talking, sitting, standing or walking,
they were not side by side or really touched each other,
but their close motions were a kind of harmony, which
made by both he and her participation.

The relationship conveys
a lasting temprature.

They ought to be together for years
How did they develope their affection?
As their eyesights were more than words, I wonder.......

Hello, Good Boy - Warm Dinner Hours in a Dalat Family

Up, down, up, down...I pantly smilingly...almost got lost in the mazing lanes. I couldn't believe that it's just nearby the area I stay. Fortunatedly, I followed him.

'Here is my home,' he said. We finally arrived and I wondered the bike can go there or not.
So far and nice!

***
I went there to visit his family.
Confucius suggested, 'A friend came from faraway, isn't happy?' Meeting an old friend unexpectly is similar. More than half a year, we lost the contact, and we didn't meet as he promised. However, the late reason is pitiful: his family member passed away that day. I was sorry about that because I met the kind old woman before. I couldn't say more and neither he. He found me again anyway.

Yeah, no phone and internet, face to face was the only connecting way with the boy.

Goodbye, My Pretty Girl!

'I miss you,' from a girl's text.I knew it's from a true heart, so I was glad and sad.

How sad it is because she was leaving my company for some reasons.
She is slim and as tall as me.
She always dresses prettily.
In the early beginning,
I knew we are both products of a well-protected family so we are really too naive
compared to many people.

Our conversations are built on English
Most of time she couldn't speak and understand mine
Therefore she was glad to learn some from me...
and she wanted to learn Chinese too
so one day she kept asking me many words even I had a sore throat
it always took time to correct her pronounciation.
She took notes about these new words carefully.
Anyone would love such a diligent student.
She works hard if she wants.

The Most Beautiful Women in Vietnam- Dalat Women

The spring comes... whenever I talk to the girls or women in Dalat.
Women, who grow in Dalat seems extremely attractive
with their soft and kind heart.
Like the mild weather and pure nature here, where is the only one selected honeymoon place in Asia.

I am so lucky to know some lovely Dalat women.
They must be the most beautiful women in Vietnam.

A female coffee shop owner is a warm example.
I still remember that was during the New Year,
One day I went there,
I was tired and told her I just went back from a mountain with my friends.
She was looked very familiar with the nature here.
'Because I've lived in Dalat for 45 years.' she said smilingly.
I couldn't think that anyone stays in the small but dreamy place for such a long time.
That must be a reason she looked younger than her age.

My Favorite Vietnamese Songs

I eventually found the lovely singer after hearing few times.
She is called Lệ Thu
Her voice is deep. She interpretes the affection properly.
Lệ Thu - Chiếc Lá Cuối Cùng (The Last One Leaf)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v5CjOtM0s8

The other one is my older VN workers favorite, and I found one is much moving than others. Her voice is sweet and soft.
Ngọc Lan - Đưa Em Về Quê Hương (Take Me Hometown)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjTtm5owvas&feature=related

They are very different the signers in the young generation, like Bao Thy, who I heard when I came Vietnam in the early beginning.

Through the window of music, we know more about the country.
The past and the present.

Hope I could understand the meanings in lyrics later~

Nice to Meet You ~ A Brazilian Father and Son

Happened to meet two Brazilians this morning.
When I passed by a school downtown, I felt so hot that time after walking under the fierce sunshine just few minutes, I took off my hat.

'Why do you wear a hat and cover your face. You are so preety.' An old foreign man, sitting outside of a small coffee shop there talked to me smilingly...
Ane then we started to talked.
The old man invited me to have a cup of coffee with them.
The left one is he, the right one is the other young guy.
Later, when I asked who is the other?
He drew a circle in front of his own face, and then the young one's.
'Look at us. Aren't we the same?'
Yeah, same same, only the hair colors and skin texture are different.
I laughed.