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