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My parents are finally visiting me after having talked about it for over 2 years. And they’re disappointed at my living situation. To be honest, i was expecting just as much, but still can’t help feeling disappointed at their disappointment. After so many years i wish that they could finally understand that I’m simply not one who can go through the motions without any thought: graduate from college, get a stable job, get married, make babies, make money to raise said babies and maintain the the middle class lifestyle. I want my life to be more intentional, and more colorful and flavorful. But sometimes it gets pretty tiring not knowing what the next phase is gonna be and nothing is ever for sure. I can’t give my parents the guarantee that things will keep getting better, because i simply don’t know and no one does either. Đường rộng không đi sao đi vào lối nhỏ? Why don’t you walk on the big road instead of keeping to the small path? “Someone is giving you $50k a year for free why don’t you study something with a good financial return (i.e. econ) ; it’s one in a life time chance.” But mom, it’s one in a lifetime chance to study what interests me and have someone pay for it. “Why do you choose to waste your time in this provincial city living in a small rental apartment instead of living at home in our big nice house in a big city?” I know it’s not the most luxurious option but it’s perfectly adequate for a young single adult and i love big cities too but there are lots of tradeoffs and for now my work here is really good… I too sometimes wish i could see what’s at the end of my small path but i can only live and wait to find out. Not following a fixed route and living without role models is already taxing enough; i don’t want to have to be so defensive of my choices all the time to those dearest to me. I wish that they’d accept me as an adult who’ll always try hard to make the best of my situation even if it’s a bit unconventional. I wish they could be more understanding and supportive, instead of questioning and disapproving. Am i simply too stubborn to realize that I’m not living life responsibly enough? That it’s not good enough to simply be “good enough” and not “great”? I understand that parenting is a difficult job and to parents we will forever be small children, but I’ve lived by myself and without financial support from my parents for 10 years, at what point will I finally be granted a bit of recognition for my autonomy?

Nhớ em phi từ cửa vào tít trong nhà rồi chạy ra rồi lại phi vào, mệt quá thì nằm trườn như con cá sấu. Em đi đâu cũng hít hà thích thú. Chỉ vì cái tội đi vs bậy mà bị mọi người ghét (nhưng thực ra vẫn rất yêu). Em được cả nhà cưng, thích nằm ngửa bụng để mọi người xoa, chân quơ quơ lên khoái chí.

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Cứ nghĩ đến là trào nước mắt. Mỗi lần nhìn thấy cún con nhà ai là lại nhớ tới em, thương ơi là thương. Em mới được 8, 9 tháng tuổi, vẫn còn là trẻ con. Em bệnh mà mọi người không có kinh nghiệm nên không biết, cũng không tìm đúng cách điều trị, chứ trước khi em đi 2, 3 tuần là em đã có dấu hiệu ốm mệt mỏi rồi. Nhưng được cái là khoảng thời gian đó em hay được chạy vào nhà nhìn mọi người, đi lại ngó nghiêng từ phòng nọ sang phòng kia. Vẫn nhớ cái mặt ngơ ngáo của em, hay cái cách em nhìn chỗ khác tránh ánh mắt hoặc dấu mình dưới ghế, dưới giường khi em biết em làm gì sai rồi, để ông bà, để cô giận muôn tống cổ ra ngoài sân.

Em không quá thông minh, hay là vì em được chiều quá nên em bướng, em sai nhiều em biết sai mà không sửa. Nhưng em rất tình cảm. Em yêu cả nhà và cả nhà yêu em. Em thích tung tăng chạy nhảy, mà lúc em ốm thì nhiều khi em mệt đi lại chậm chạp lừ đừ. Thương em và nhớ em nhiều quá, dù không ở nhà nhiều với em, những lúc đi xa về có khi vẫn bị em sủa, nhưng em đã nhận ra là em vẫy đuôi rối rít, em theo. Tội nghiệp em, mới về thấy em đẫy đà còn chê em béo, thế mà chưa tới tuần sau em đã sọm đi, ăn không lại được. Xem video em chơi đùa mà thương em.

Love u. Thank u for being part of us.

Aloha wau ia `oe ku`uipo
Ku`u lei momi ku`u milimili
O ka heka `oe ona pua
O ke kupuna a`e hi`i poi nei
 
 
Hau`oli ka mana`o ke `ike aku
Kou maka palupalu e ke aloha
He aloha i pili ia ika pu`uwai
Ahe lei hi`ehi`e na ka makua
 
 
Puana ka inoa o ku`uipo
Ku`u lei nani lei maka mae
He nohea oe i ku`u maka
E ka pua u`i oe o na lani
I love you, my sweetheart
A lei of pearls to caress
You are the choice flower
Cherished by grandparents
 
 
Joyful thoughts
Your gentle loving eyes
Bring love close to the heart
A lei, the delight of your parents
 
 
Tell again the name-song of my sweetheart
A treasured and beautiful lei
You are loveliness in my sight
You are a beautiful flower of the heavens

Xưa thích đào phớt nhẹ nhàng; lớn nữa thích sắc mai vàng lạ phương Nam; nay lại quay về đào nhưng là đào thắm.

Xưa thích Tết được nghỉ học, ngủ nướng, đốt pháo, nhận lì xì; lớn nữa thì dửng dưng, nhất là những năm ở nước ngoài chẳng có chút vị Tết nào tuy vẫn có bánh chưng, hành muối; nay đã biết trân trọng thời khắc thiêng liêng này trong năm, theo kiểu con xa nhà về sắm Tết ăn Tết với bố mẹ. Chộn rộn đào quất, mứt kẹo, giò gà, và vẫn đôi lời cằn nhằn hết dọn dẹp lại tới băm chặt, nấu nướng.

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quán vắng chiều 28

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thú điền viên thành thị

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em nhỏ nhất nhà

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Quà Hà Nội: bưởi Diễn, cam Canh, giò bố gói, hành bố muối, lạc bố rang

rosesNot surprisingly, the new year came with a barrage of “Oh, when are you getting married? Time flies you know, you’ll get old before you realize it.” Of course I recognize the good intention behind; no one wants to see me turn into a spinster and my parents worried to death. My indifference exasperates them.

Because of my parents I moved home. Because of them i don’t entertain the thought of packing up and moving infinitely to South America in any foreseeable future. But I’ve also decided to live my own life, to be responsible for my own happiness. I won’t let anyone dictate what kind of job i should get, how much i should earn, who i should fall in love with, at what age i should get married. Not my parents, let alone the so-called society. Is this mere conceit/ego/pride of a 25 years old? To me it is simply a matter of being accountable for who i am; and if i misstep i’ll work hard to find the right track again. Read the rest of this entry »

anecdote #1
The 2 granddaughters of my host mom came over for a few days during their school vacation. At the end of their stay, my host mom had to take them to their other grandmother’s. I asked her if it was far and she replied it wasn’t, it was in Grenoble.
Thought to myself: and they never pay visit to each other (or do they and I’m not aware?)

anecdote #2
asked Aurélie if she went home often. She wanted to clarify what I meant by often because from the point of view of a French, yes, but from that of an Italian, no.
I turned to Cristiano: so by Italian standard, do you go home often? – No, but for me that’s enough. From Milan it takes about 3 hours by car and I go home once every couple of months or so. But I have friends who come home every weekend, that’s the Italian way.

anecdote #3
if asked where’s my native place [quê], i’d say Nam Dinh because that’s where my grandfather was born and brought up, even though i don’t even go there every year, and i’ve stayed overnight there only ONCE my whole life, and because it was a trip with Hoa.

anecdote #4
A little bit more than a month ago, my parents went to Thanh Hoa for the death anniversary of Ngo Ro, the grandfather of the founding father of my dad’s village in Nam Dinh. It’s said that during the war, for fear that the bomb would destroy all the seals and tablets of Ngo Tu (son of Ngo Ro and father of the village founder), the people in Thanh Hoa had to borrow a car to carry everything to Nam Dinh. After seven, eight hundred years and tens of generations (each of them had probably at least ten children), they could still keep track of all the family annals and know for sure where everyone was. That takes a lot of talents.

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