for Christmas haha

come back to warmth and sunshines .... why freezing yourself in that cold cold cold upper north


eh???

trees

peace


me


free

peace



like a bird.

its snowing... :'(

i missed my 9 am class ..n its my fav class grrr :'(((

i got B- for my essay which i was expecting a A- or A grrrrrr :'((((((

i always have few comments for my updates..i have only one comment per update now.. why???!! haha well i dont really care that much... im just in irritable bitchy mood.

i am cold grrrrrr....

i am a little cranky that i missed class.. yeah watever ill sleep for 20 more mins n study n leave for work.

life up north isnt easy, eh?

hehe

if you read my update, send me a HUG in your language!!

its snowing... :'(

i missed my 9 am class ..n its my fav class grrr :'(((

i got B- for my essay which i was expecting a A- or A grrrrrr :'((((((

i always have few comments for my updates..i have only one comment per update now.. why???!! haha well i dont really care that much... im just in irritable bitchy mood.

i am cold grrrrrr....

i am a little cranky that i missed class.. yeah watever ill sleep for 20 more mins n study n leave for work.

life up north isnt easy, eh?

hehe

if you read my update, send me a hug in your language!!

i just thought this picture is really cute.

i had a beautiful time today.

pasta with alfrado sauce in mike style. vietnamese mixed veggie salad with grapes becoming lan anh salad. ricardo orange chicken and this so so so good brazilian bread. mint chocolate chip icecream.

more special, good friends, good talks. nadage, chris, mark,ricardo... burkina farso, jamaican, canada, brazil...
and yet none is pure of any of those but mixture of so many.. four unique people, personalities and thoughts.

good laugh. good movie 25th hour and some more good talk.

long talk online. Great talks on phone. happy and intune and in spirit with my "special friend".

and so much study... im a little freaked out.

but wow good day with old good fun and old good friends.

::: Hi to DAVID sontag in Sweden ... wave wave =) ::::

miss home. miss mom. so so much. i am loved. it feels great.

and thats life, you know.

overwhelming emptiness and tiresome.

whats wrong with me...

aww

crams. music.laziness.loneliness.good friend. dead flies.
what a saturday.

I am showing my and Mike's blogs to our cool beloved friend Mark. Hi MARK!YO wassup?? hehe
lan anh in cheesy silly mood

yesterday and today was kinda hard... but it make me appreciate what ive always appreciated... few precious things..
Mike and Mark just wanna let u guys know im so grateful to meet and learning about you.xox;)

to see TIG in arabic!!! i dont think i like the look of arabic on computer font... hand writing arabid is so much more beautiful... but tig arabic still looks beautifull...

hope to see vietnamese version of tig soon.. oi tummy hurts havent done much work.

=^S

Tear meditation
A woman's reward rambling in her enlightening solitude.


When she feels like shit
she comes back to solitude
of her soul and space
Letting her tear lines freestyle.


She has so much love
Some for many,and all
for one, whose love enough
for her passion, her passion


Build up shit is suicide
She loves life sincerely enough
To let tears draining away
shit,to build up strength

yeah, to build up strength...


staring at herself in mirror
woman find her care-free self
naked with breast and skin
calming and resting from releasing
tear drops of saddened heart


as her breath slowly drifting away...


sticky and dried tear drops
Glueing onto her face like
mama's muscilaginous melon makeup masque
waiting to be striped away


lines of mothers and sisters
passing through lonesome of nights
lines of mothers and sisters
whose heart shrink and stretch
passionate rhythm of butterflies.


Alluring salty, bitter and wet
Running down the thin cheeks
She choked back tear lines


How much talking is enough
Words are words, artificial fabrication
vertigo hovering about her institution
of soul ,body, mind and spirit


She tried harassing her mind
To concentrate at the darkness
To see lights of emptiness
And something absolute like sky


Her Tapering fingers gathered tightly
Closing her eyes into darkness
Like an old woman searching
for buddha inside her soul


They laughed in the snow
Now there isnt any snow
All melt into water lines
Dripped down corners of eyes


At the closing canthus
So... slowly.... drop...by.... drop
Stinging water smeared all over
slowly flushing away heavy shit.

Umm its a sad poem and so shouldnt be dedicated to anyone..but sometimes sadness help you to recognize how much love you have for people and things... so yeah this little piece of rambling,maybe not good in words, is dedicated to ppl that dare to upset my heart to help me know how much i love them.And to sisters and mom and beautiful female friends and myself.