Bluebellia

I thought I should do something for Christmas. My families and friends were far away. Even the neighbor guy I hung out with was gone visiting his aunt. But I still thought I should do something. I watched a movie. I watched I am Sam . She told me about it. She told me about someone telling someone else how he (or she) was “the color red of her life.” I wanted to watch it to know what it meant. A love movie could be nice – I supposed – each and every time I could learn something new and insightful. The movie I am Sam was insightful indeed! However, though it was full of love, humors, and excitements, it was not, by any means, what I was expecting. I am spoiling it: the movie is about a retarded father trying to get back his daughter, and he does it splendidly. There were many things going on in my head as I was watching it, thoughts about relationships between parents and children, about the beautiful diversity of companionships, about different values in Life and how one c

I mentioned this before in a Vietnamese post: I hate cooking, and my cooking knowledge is painfully inadequate. However, as a guy who has to live by himself for quite a long time, I have to constantly come up with new stuffs to eat. What I am sharing is one of my favorites: it’s simple, fast, tasty, and… healthy (kind of!). Prepare to meet DK’s CRAZILY AWESOME SANDWICH !!! Ingredients:  - 1 loaf of mid-size French bread (I just love French bread!) - 3 slices of turkey breast (choose the ones that aren’t too thin so they won’t fall apart later on) - 1 egg - 2 teaspoons of cooking oil - Some hungry attitude - An apple Step 1:  - Heat the oil on a frying pan, then fry the turkey slices in 30 seconds. Gotta fry them quick because they are sensitive beings. As you can see in the picture, they are a bit burned because I was… busy taking pictures. - Take the turkey out and put them on a plate. Step 2: - Crack the egg and toss it in with love. The heat

Mỗi giấc mơ là một cuộc hành trình mà sẽ rơi vào quên lãng. Hằng đêm ta mơ, ta cảm nhận điều gì, ta đang tìm kiếm điều gì?  Hành trình mà chúng tôi đã trải qua cũng thế, ngắn ngủi, phức tạp, mà chóng vánh. Đó là một cuộc phiêu lưu mà ta dễ dàng tìm thấy trong những câu chuyện cổ tích, những bộ phim, hay trong những game fantasy lấp lánh. Đó là cuộc phiêu lưu trẻ con và vơ vẩn, nhưng không kém phần quan trọng và thiêng liêng, như cách một đứa trẻ trông về một tương lai hoa lệ, hay một người lớn tìm về một tuổi thơ diệu kì. Trong một cuộc hành trình như thế, thì chuyện chúng tôi đã trải qua những gì, đi đến những đâu, khi nào, đã không cần được nhắc đến. Mọi thứ đều đã rất hoàn hảo, tuyệt vời và vì thế cũng đã trôi qua đi. Vì dù sao đây cũng chỉ là một giấc mơ, mà giấc mơ thì rồi cũng sẽ rơi váo quên lãng.    Có ít nhất ba thành viên trong nhóm của chúng tôi. Ngoài tôi ra tôi chỉ còn nhớ mang máng một thằng con trai nào đó, và em. Em là tất cả những gì khả ái, trong sáng,

  The time of the year when my birthday comes by visit is drawing near. People make wishes on their birthdays, and it’s a beautiful thing. Though this year there is no cake, no card, no friend, can I sing myself Happy Birthday and make some wishes too?  I wish to be around my beloved friends and stop being just “some guy who would occasionally show up”. I wish to no longer be missed out, misunderstood, or mistakenly opinioned. I wish to be around families, to be welcomed and to be spoiled, to be actually considered as important and irreplaceable, not alienated. I wish to be home. I wish to be loved, cared, comforted, and respected. Too much of wishful thinking, isn’t it? How can I be around my friends, if they are all scattered in Vietnam, Montana, Missouri, and California since I am freaking nomadic? Will I ever be able to get myself a “home”? And will I ever be a good man?   Ok, that’s it for unhappy thoughts. I should never self-ask too much: there ain’t a

Someone has said, “Foolish men think of the Past, wise men think of the Present, and evil men think of the Future.” Whether a person is wise or evil, then, only Time can tell. It’s not that I am implying anything – I don’t necessarily agree with the quote even. Let me allow myself to be foolish a bit and think of the Past today so that I can be thankful. It’s Thanksgiving after all. I am thankful that I used to be able to enjoy some family time during holidays. I still remember those Thanksgivings when I could expect some good turkey, sweet potatoes, and green beans. Best food ever: full of love, joy, and tastiness. I am thankful that I used to have a person to love and to be loved. Isn’t Love the most precious thing, for me to have someone to be waited for, some place to fall back to when all else wrongs, some hope to lean on to when the future is clouded with vast chaos? And I am thankful for every other good thing that used to happen in the Past. Joyous time when ha

Giấu thật sâu tận nơi nào Im lặng, ta mãi đào chẳng thấy Rồi từ đây tình yêu người cách biệt Lặng lẽ đời trôi; em quên tôi. In vào tim ta là nỗi đau bé nhỏ Mỏng manh, khốn khổ, chơi vơi. Sống khắc khoải rồi sẽ phải đi thôi Ông Trời ơi, làm chi cho khắc nghiệt? Rồi có còn ai biết Rằng sau bao năm cách biệt Yêu thương lại mải miết đi tìm em giữa đời…

Regardless of what we do, it almost always comes down to whether it’s a success or a failure. Like taking a daily bus to work. Normally there’s more than one option for us to choose. Some are simply good. Just by choosing one of them, the chance of success will be automatically enhanced and secured. For those who want to get from my apartment to the banking center where I work, the bus number 522 is a great option. 522 is a “rapid bus” which skips 70% of the bus stops and doesn’t have to follow a fixed schedule: it runs as fast as the traffic allows. By taking a 522, I can get to work in less than 30 minutes, sometimes even within 20 minutes! Good options, however, don’t come around very often. We can’t help but to look for available alternatives which aren’t gonna be as appealing. In those less fortunate days when 552s are nowhere to be seen, a Number 22 will take me instead. 22 is a “standard” bus which stops at every single bus stop on its path and follows the schedule

Life has been really hectic lately for me. I am amazed how quickly a week can get by when having a job. There are simply so many things to be done and I would rarely go to bed at night without feeling guilty for my own indiscipline. So here I sigh… That’s it for excuses. I have neglected this page long enough and I ought to come back. How can DK-Gm ever define himself without this blog? He can’t. Some certain precious things will be gone forever if he does. Mark my word, there will be a new post next week!

You have a movie in mind that you really want to watch because you know that it’s gonna be great? These are some steps you should take to make it a wonderful experience: 1.                    Go to Wikipedia and find out the original book the movie gets inspired from 2.                    Read the book 3.                    Finish it 4.                    Appreciate it and give it some thoughts 5.                    Wait for 3-10 months until the story has faded away a little 6.                    Now you are ready. Get the movie and watch it. Trust me, the impacts the movie would give you after going through all of these steps are phenomenal. It takes so much effort and time of so many diligent hard-workers to produce a movie, it’s certainly worth it.

I currently am working for Bank of America (BofA) as a teller, and it’s been 2 months now. A little bit about what I am, I am an international student whose first language is not English. When I graduated from college, I didn’t do any internship and had no remotely related experience to banking industry. I was full of disadvantages. BofA’s website clearly stated that they wouldn’t typically hire and sponsor F1-visa students, and, on top of everything, the economy was painfully lagging. One cannot help but wonder why in the world they would hire someone like me while millions of Americans were being unemployed. That’s why I really think that I should share my story, and that my story might be somewhat beneficial for some of you who are now reading it. The first and foremost reason was because I was interested in BofA deeply. When I was in my junior year, I was reading my Marketing textbook. The featured story of chapter 8 was about Bank of America, the history of the compa

My dearest readers, It’s been a while since I had my weekly posts, and now I am trying to get them going again. There are several reasons for this blog’s discrepancy, and sharing some of them with you may be a good thing to do. One reason is that I am living in a apartment, and the landlord is one odd fellow. He wouldn’t be happy unless scolding someone. One hobby of his is to cut off my internet whenever he sees fit. Deductive thinking won’t help me figure out when and why my internet would be blocked, since I haven’t really done anything out of ordinary. And each time my Internet access would be cut off for several days. The bigger reason however is, well, I got a job. I have been a teller for BoA for roughly two months now, and this explains why I have been quite busy lately. On a typical day, I won’t have time to do my things until 8 p.m.. Better yet, Saturday is the most important day at work, for people tent to flood to the bank on this lovely day. This year surely will pass b

In tenth grade, I liked breakdancing a lot. I practiced by myself for months to master one single move and I could not. Then I moved to Montana when some friends and I decided to form a crew and practice breakdancing together. In mere three months, we had our first performance in a wedding (yup, that's me in the picture). After that fateful year, I had mastered quite a number of moves and was capable of taking an instructor’s role. Then I went to college at a tiny town where no one ever breakdanced. Dancing alone in a corner was purely sad, and there was no longer a point for me to practice. So I stopped. Drawing never was my talent, because when I was little I was bad at it. Then with practice I became a decent artist who could make his own comics. In one year I would complete about 3 – 4 pictures, and I satisfied with it. January 2011 came, brought along an online forum where people with great drawing techniques competed for prizes. I was so influenced by the website

"The most extraordinary thing in the world is an ordinary man and an ordinary woman and their ordinary children." — G.K. Chesterton I recently finished the book Deuteronomy of the Bible. It urges me to write something for Moses, seeing his entire life devoting to serve the Lord. Moses truly is the greatest follower of Christ. In an earthly sense, Moses is an extraordinarily typical man. When the Lord comes to him, he says, but, my Lord, I am not even good at talking in front of people! Please choose someone else, for I am just another random person. . And so he is. There is absolutely nothing special about him. He is neither well-read nor well-traveled. Why would the Lord chooses him and not Aaron his brother, or someone else who “knows better”? I believe the answer is that God loves the ordinary Moses has. Nothing can be more glorious to God than making a completely normal human to become a great chosen one. If there was anything special about Moses, if he

My dearest readers, I haven't posted anything on this blog for awhile, and I will continue to do so for several more weeks. My life has been changing quite a bit, and I am trying to keep up with it. People say that we spend more time on what truly important to us, but I don't agree with the statement at all. Depends on the moment and locations, there are certain things that we simply have to do even though we don't really give them a squat; and there are people and things that we can gladly die to protect, yet we have to give up on them for less relevant matters sometimes. I am taking a break from blogging doesn't mean I have lost my joy of writing or I no longer value my readers as highly. In the near future, this blog will be updated again and will continue to serve you in its humble way. For now, you may want to check out my older posts. I have blogged since 2006 and you very well may have missed a lot of interesting posts. And please give me comments or at least

This 2-page comic was for an online contest. The topic was about Conversation or ... Love, and the requirement was that there had to be a cat in it. The contest ended 3/20/2011. Mine got 2nd place. Enjoy!

(click on the image for a larger version) PRAY FOR JAPAN Feel free to use the artwork for supportive purposes. God Bless.

Giả sử một lúc nào đó, anh bị mất trí nhớ thì sao nhỉ? Nhưng điều đó khó xảy ra lắm, nếu có cũng chỉ là trong một giấc mơ mà thôi. Vậy hay là, mình cho rằng có một giấc mơ như thế, một giấc mơ mà trong ấy anh bị mất trí nhớ… Khi đã mất trí nhớ rồi mọi việc đối với anh sẽ mông lung lắm. Nếu lúc ấy gặp em, anh sẽ không thể nhớ tên của em là gì: anh thậm chí sẽ không nhớ cả tên anh cơ mà! Nhưng anh vẫn sẽ nhận ra em là một người thật đặc biệt, vẫn tươi cười và mừng rỡ khi gặp em. Còn em, đứng trước một người không thể nhận ra chính mình, em cũng trở nên độ lượng hơn mà bỏ qua tất cả. Cảm giác như thế cũng không tệ chút nào,em nhỉ? Thế rồi mình sẽ đến Đầm Sen và cùng chui vào phòng chiếu 3D. Màn hình trong ấy cũng “lồi” lên, nhưng thô thiển và giản đơn như cái screensaver mê cung trên Windows 98. Em sẽ chê là nó xấu quá, còn anh sẽ cười và bảo rằng, thứ này đâu thể sánh với film 3D bây giờ. Cái này chắc phải cũ lắm rồi, lúc mà người ta gọi nó là…, là gì nhỉ? À, “Thực tế ả

Faith is Important If Jesus Christ is the true God, and the only way for humans to be saved is to believe in Him, i. e. to have Faith, then anyone who attempts to be saved – if that is ever possible – should at least understand what “to believe in Him” really means. That is, we should at least understand what Faith is. By all means, Faith is what distinguishes believers and non-believers, right? Right? Our Knowledge about God is Not Perfect Believing in Christ is not a simple matter, and many people have failed that. So frequently, non-believers are poorly thought of, but I wouldn’t think highly of many so-called Christians who believe in some customized “Christ”. To me, a personalized Christian-ism holds no difference from other religions. Collectivity in Faith shows obvious denials. If this “faith” still counts, if a person can become a follower of Christ because he thinks “I believe in my god, and I name him Jesus”, something is misleading here.   There a