Nàng thơ

Hồi gặp em ở chỗ làm thì anh thấy em cũng cứng thật, nhất là lúc em làm việc. Nhưng có hôm anh đi qua L’espace, hôm đấy anh thấy em mặc đồ gì đấy rất đẹp và nhìn mặt rất xinh đi dạo trên đường Tràng Tiền là anh nhận ra em thực ra là một người rất lãng mạn và nữ tính, cái này ai thân với em thì sẽ thấy.

Trên kia là lời nhận xét của anh bạn thân rất thân nói với mình ngày hôm nay khi mà cả hai đang ở nơi mà mình gọi là “Sài Gòn Cô Tiên năm 2020”. Có vẻ anh ấy còn nhận ra một phần mơ mộng trong con người mình từ lúc mà hai anh em còn chưa thân nhau. Còn cậu bạn thời thơ ấu thì vẫn luôn tự an ủi mình, thôi cậu cứ như vậy đi, đừng thay đổi, dù có già đi cậu vẫn là nàng thơ của tớ, những thằng khác không có đâu, vì cậu không thay đổi, cậu vẫn là nàng thơ. Ừ thì đó, nhưng thơ mãi sao được đây…

Sài Gòn Cô Tiên năm 2020

Mình nghĩ một trong những điều trớ trêu nhất chính là việc người khác giao cho mình làm kinh doanh, trong khi bản thân thực chất lại là một người theo thiên hướng khoa học xã hội và nghệ thuật. Nhiều khi ước gì mình sinh ra vào một thời đại khác, khi mà các bạn “học giỏi” không có nghĩa chỉ là giỏi các môn khoa học tự nhiên để sau này thi vào khối tài chính ngân hàng. Có những giai đoạn mình cố ép bản thân ngồi trong nhóm của những người học giỏi đấy rồi lại thấy mình chẳng liên quan. Mà không hiểu sao mình cứ nghĩ nhiều thế làm gì cho mệt não. Công việc cũng chỉ là công việc, không chơi thì nghỉ. Nói thì dễ mà chẳng hiểu sao cứ miên man…

Mà cũng đúng thôi, sau cả một chặng đường đấu tranh cho những cái tôi to đùng, mình lại giật mình tự hỏi vậy con bé ngày xưa đâu rồi? Cho mình xin phép phàn nàn một câu, làm người lớn đôi khi thật chán…

Mình đã từng là một đứa bé đi sưu tập những nhánh cây và hoa về nhà trồng và mỗi sáng đều chạy lên sân thượng để kiểm tra xem hoa mười giờ đã nở chưa và luôn cảm thấy vui mỗi khi có một bông hoa nở đẹp. Giờ thì không cây cũng chẳng cỏ, chỉ thầm ngưỡng mộ những người luôn nuôi dưỡng tình yêu đặc biệt với thiên nhiên.

Mình cũng là đứa ngồi mải miết đọc những quyển sách ngữ văn của các chị gái. Mình nhớ hồi đấy mình học tiểu học, các chị lớn hơn 3-5 tuổi nhưng đã bắt đầu ngồi đọc những bài văn thơ nước ngoài và còn học thuộc. Có một bài mình chỉ nhớ loáng thoáng có tựa đề là: “Thư gửi mẹ” của một tác giả người Nga, còn có một đoạn thơ như thế này. Cũng không hiểu sao đến khi mình đi học thì không còn những bài thơ như vậy nữa.

“Chỉ có điều mẹ nhé những ban mai

Đừng đánh thức con như tám năm về trước

Đừng gợi lại làm chi những giấc mơ đã mất

Đừng gợi chi những mộng đẹp không thành

Cũng đừng dạy con nguyện cầu vô ích

Nẻo về xưa đã khép lại rồi

Chỉ có mẹ là diệu kỳ, ánh sáng niềm vui…”

Rồi bây giờ lại thêm thời đại 4.0, kỉ nguyên của công nghệ nữa. Mình thấy thêm một điểm nữa là mỗi lần xã hội có thêm một bước tiến mới thì cái bản chất bảo thủ của mình nó lại lộ rõ thêm một phần nữa. Cứ như thế này thì còn chỗ nào cho tình người? Còn chỗ nào cho mộng mơ? Chẳng hiểu những thời đại sau này, như con cái mình nếu có thì các bạn ấy sẽ lớn lên như thế nào nhỉ? Mình đã có thời gian đi du học và nghĩ rằng lựa chọn về Việt Nam là chuẩn xác, nhưng rồi nghĩ lại một câu chuyện khác rồi lại đặt lại câu hỏi cho bản thân, liệu rằng mình đã nghĩ đúng chưa? Mình có một câu chuyện mà mình đã có cơ hội tham gia vào như một vai nữ chính trong phim.

Sometimes it doesn’t have to make sense, to make sense…

Sau này có con thì cho con sống ở đâu?

Chuyện về người hơi bị cũ. Hồi đấy mình mới tốt nghiệp và đi làm được khoảng 2 năm thì có quen một anh này. Nói chung biết nhau cả một khoảng thời gian không cảm xúc gì và vào một ngày đẹp trời mình bắt gặp một cái ánh mắt anh ta nhìn mình theo kiểu cực kỳ là bất thường. Mình cũng thắc mắc không hiểu có phải do mình là con gái nên thường hay tưởng tượng là bọn con trai nó thích mình không. Xong từ lúc đấy người anh kia đi đâu cũng thông báo để mình biết, đến mức thói quen của mình cũng thay đổi vì cứ phải theo dõi các chuyến bay của người ta và muốn biết người ta có an toàn hay không. Một ngày đẹp trời khác khi đang ngồi nói chuyện anh ấy đột nhiên hỏi mình: “Sau này có con thì cho con sống ở đâu nhỉ?”.

Thấy kỳ lạ gì đâu. Mình hỏi con ai cơ? Con anh ấy hả? Sống ở đâu mà chẳng được 😂

Không, ý anh là nên sống ở Việt Nam hay ở Châu Âu hay ở Úc. Ví dụ ở Việt Nam thì sẽ dễ tìm giúp việc nhưng giao thông thật là khủng khiếp, còn bên Châu Âu thì việc học có vẻ sẽ tốt hơn…

Mình đã nói với anh rằng là quan trọng nhất là ba mẹ của con là ai và mình có cố gắng tạo điều kiện tốt nhất cho con hay không thôi, ở đâu cũng được mà. Nhưng em nghĩ mình đang đi quá xa rồi đấy.

Anh kia: Rồi một ngày nào đấy chúng ta sẽ quay lại nói về chuyện này thôi, anh chắc chắn đấy.
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Nhiều năm sau, cái chắc chắn của anh đã đảm bảo là đến giờ anh vẫn chưa lấy vợ, mà cũng có thể anh chẳng muốn lấy ai, nếu lấy thì có vẻ sẽ phải lòng một cô gái Việt Nam nào đó thôi. Mình đã từng mất khá nhiều thời gian chỉ để nghĩ về người này xong giờ chẳng nghĩ gì nữa, sau vụ Covid anh này cũng đang tạm trôi dạt về châu Âu, vẫn đủ tử tế để cập nhật cho mình về địa điểm mặc dù chẳng biết bao giờ mới có cơ hội gặp lại 😊

Chỉ mấy hôm trước thôi mình đã nghĩ là nếu mình có lập gia đình và nếu có con cái thì cứ ở Việt Nam thôi. Nhưng chẳng hiểu sao, ngày hôm nay, chỉ sau một buổi họp về công việc, mình bắt đầu thấy có những điều không ổn… Thôi thì vẫn như mình đã từng trả lời anh kia, dù có ở đâu cũng sẽ cố gắng làm những gì tốt nhất có thể…

Mình thực sự vẫn cần nhiều hơn thời gian để mộng mơ…

Ảnh chụp một buổi chiều Sài Gòn mưa tầm tã tại The Dorm Đồng Khởi. Ảnh do anh Trang Minh Hà chụp.

Fish or Factory?

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It could not get more dramatic than this, people in my country, in the Socialist Republic of Vietnam have been given a closed ended question of getting to choose between objects: Fish and Factory?

Both are worth having of course, and while many of us still do not know what I’m talking about, then here are a few facts from Channel News Asia:

1) In recent weeks, tonnes of dead fish, including deep-sea species, have washed up on the shores of four provinces along Vietnam’s central coast – Ha Tinh, Quang Binh, Quang Tri and Thua Thien-Hue – affecting the livelihoods of fishermen and businesses dependent on the region’s seafood industry.

2) Local media reports had pointed to toxic discharge from a multi-billion dollar steel plant in Ha Tinh belonging to Taiwanese conglomerate Formosa Plastics Group, riling public anger against the foreign investor. Local authorities have also been blamed for being slow to respond.

3) Vietnamese authorities say they have found no conclusive link between Taiwan’s Formosa steel plant and mass fish deaths along Vietnam’s central coast. “Until now, after our investigation and evidence gathering, we have not found any proof to conclude that there is a link between Formosa, other factories, and the mass fish deaths,” he said in Vietnamese.

Anyway, the given question of fish or factory was merely raised by internet users then eventually went viral on social media. It has nothing to do with legality nor to give Vietnamese citizens the right to decide anything. The scientists and investigators will do their jobs, and the victor will write history after all. Until then, we shall keep this social media campaign going just to see who saves the factory and who protects the fish.

I never wanted to have to think that our lives are in danger so let’s be a little bit more positive on this. At least right now we still have the options to scale and to decide whether to prioritise the fish, fishery, the tourism industry or the steel industry or whatsoever… Because once we still have options then it might still not be end of the world.

More than ever, I am thinking of Karen Reid, in case she might be reading this, who was my lecturer when I was at my third year of university. 4 years after graduation, I still remember the question once she asked in our Event Facilities class: “What do you think is the best way to stop immigrants to a city?”

Whatever you are thinking of right now, I was thinking the same… Whether it is about visa restrictions, safety, weapon, education or things to do with money… Everything is correct, but there is one element that not so many of us could think of. She said one word: “Water”. If we stop supplying water in that one single city, everyone will start to leave. No water, no life!

Similarily, while talking about killing, many of us think of wars or weapons or diseases… just like what I have seen in one of the most recent Korean dramas on air: “Descendants of the Sun”, which my sister had successfully ‘trapped’ me to watch. But no, if toxic water which could kill tons of fish at once, no matter what the causes were, that would be as dangerous as the wars with guns. I wish we had another option to make it more of a multiple choice one rather than a closed question, it would rather be: 1) Water – 2) Fish – 3) Factory.

I don’t believe in a life that have either Fish or Factories or both but without Water…

Photo Credit: Pascal Campion

#fishorfactory

Hakuna Matata

For one and many reasons, April had never been the favourite month of the year for me and for many of us who live in the city of Hanoi. It is Spring here when we would rather expect to see beautiful flowers, but in this fast-paced developing city with full of ongoing construction projects, the sky could not look any sadder and greyer. Although the weather is not too hot, not too cold but you could easily feel the wet, dirty, smelly, sticky and humid air. By this time last year, I spent most of my time thinking of all the happenings with life, career, relationship and of course this damn weather too.

Like a day dreamer, I walked along a rainy street and I decided that I need to see a good friend of mine. The appointment was set up in only 10 minutes later in a coffee shop nearby, I guess this is why he became such a good friend of mine.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Happy”  He immediately replied.

“Why? and How?”

“Oh you know, I’ve got to do what I like, I quit the job that feel so stuck at it after three years. Of course there was a time that I feel hopeless, I even spent a month reading an over 400 pages long book about history of Vietnam. You know I could be historian now”. “You?” – He laughed and asked me back.

“Miserable”. I answered then looked away through the window and sighed.

“What are you looking at?” – He asked.

“The weather. I am so out of this place…”. I replied.

“What are your problems?” – He started to look at me and ask…

“Many problems” – I replied and went on: “But I’d like to blame on this weather so neither me nor anyone else would have to take this blame.

“Then let’s talk about the weather… What do you hate about it?”. He asked.

“It is messy here, there are times of the year when it is either too hot or too cold, too humid or too dry. Now it’s been raining for the whole month and no one seems to work… What kind of place is this? People are going crazy and so am I”. I felt guilty that I called him all his way to see me then have to hear all this but I just could not help it.

“Did you think about the upsides of this weather?” He asked and laughed a little.

“Okay, tell me, what’s up?” I asked.

“It’s raining and humid right? So that they could sell more home appliances like dryers, like raincoats or umbrellas. They are produced for a reason you know… Think about the law of supply and demand… And now you’re complaining that we have too many seasons huh? Thought you would be happy that you will be able to wear change your outfits after each season. The fashion industry in a city of four seasons will mostly have more things to do and to talk about than an all year round sunny city don’t you think?”.

He shut me up since then because I simply could not agree more…

I was asked to give lots of advices today to a new colleague of mine, who is an expatriate, completely new to the city and having full of doubts about herself and her future. We spent 03 hours of talk about everything then as soon as she started talking about the weather, I gave her a quick smile, realising the story is getting a little old. I said: “April showers bring May flowers, have you heard this before? I learned this some time ago.

And “Hakuna Matata” – I brought this from Lion King, it means “No worries”. Things will work out for the best.

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#From Work: Young & Innocent

#TinyStoryFromWork:

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To me, the worst thing about wearing a uniform and following the same dress code is the fact that you will not be able to tell who is who and you will not be able to tell if he/she’s got a style… Well, I am not going to have a uniform debate by the way, I am just making excuses for not knowing some of our junior colleagues’ names because they all look similar in their uniforms on a regular basis. But there’s one person that I am going to remember his name forever from today.

Where to start? I merely went for a general check up a V.I.P function at the hotel today to ensure the event was under control. Unfortunately, I got to know that it was actually not-so-under-control from the very first few seconds…

“Why?” – I asked the supervisor.

“One of our staff went unconscious for a few minutes in the V.I.P room and when the majority of guests had been seated”.

“Who? and Why?” – I asked while getting a little bit shocked.  I could not think of any suitable reason, did we make he/she work too hard? It was 12:00 and perhaps he/she skipped breakfast? “Was that a he or a she? Do I know him/her?”

“It’s a he”. She replied and continued: “I think you do know him. He had been with us for a long time but he worked as a casual staff. And today was actually the day that he has his officially contract signed with the hotel that makes him so nervous and then it happened… A bit unfortunate that there were so many V.I.Ps in the room but I hope they understood if we tell them the reason”.

“Where is he now? Is he okay?” – I continued.

“He’s right there, working like nothing has happened”. She answered.

“Oh”! I stopped for a second and looked to the right where the boy was standing to welcome the guests.

Yes, I do notice him, this tall and young male Sofitel ambassador who wears glasses, about 20 years old. He’s got a friendly smile with both politeness and shyness. At that very moment, I could not think of anything else – Who could be so mad at him now? And for taking his job too seriously? Hmmm I do not think so… Instead I thought it was cute and innocent of him – and I would say this frankly if and only if this did not make me any less of being a hospitality professional. I have not felt this way for a long time about someone I know. Perhaps it was just for a simple reason that I have met too many people, and yes including myself who often appear in the most ‘damn’ mysterious, confident and …fearless!

This ‘junior’ moment actually made me smile. I hope the boy is all okay now. But since he has taken this career so seriously and to the extent that he got so emotional like that, I hope he will end up being a good person and a good career advancement ahead.

And for me, it would be interesting to know what happened to Miss No-Longer-Afraid…!?

#IWorkInAHotel

W T F

Some of my favourite quotes at all times: After Monday and Tuesday, the rest of the week says W-T-F.

I firmly believe that your attitude decides how your day should be. But it does happens that some days are simply worse than the rest of other days, and we shall call it the terrible, horrible, no good and very bad day. I know someone has turned this into movie.

I have a terrible, horrible, no good and very bad week that I called a “W-T-F” week. Obviously, it stands for Wednesday – Thursday and Friday, in case you wondered.

Well I am a hotelier where getting feedback is a fundamental part. I am no longer surprised getting complaints from people so I am not here to talk behind my clients’ back. But I did meet some ugly clients over the past week: not so much about the ugly look (although there are some visually not-so-pretty ones) but mainly about the ugly manners and how they abused us as service providers and abused my colleagues.

Having said that, I don’t know how should I feel, I got angry for a second then I decided that I should not get angry anymore if we all know deep inside, everything happens for a reason: Many people lack of education no matter what age or what degrees that they have at hands; some people are treated the way they are normally treated and that they are too ordinary to know… And that is a terrible, horrible, no good and very very bad consequence…

 

 

Talking to the Moon…

It’s funny how my phone could be instantly filled up with texts and calls and missed calls during day time and almost always in an absolutely silent mode at night. It actually makes sense because I set my phone on ‘airplane’ mode every single night… So that I won’t get disturbed while sleeping because of unnecessary notifications/the light and everything. And so that I wouldn’t have to wait for someone to text me or call…

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I’ve got in to an extreme case I guess. That guy who has plenty of problems but why can’t I just forget… It’s been to the third year already and I don’t think I can forget that person. I don’t know why it’s come to this. I should have forgotten him just like anybody else. I know I will but when?

Not that I keep holding on to him. I have let him go and completely let go of him too. If this is not love then I don’t know what it is… Addiction perhaps?

Who said we would never get the best out of everything? I am sure I did. And I think I am right. No matter what it is and how life turns out to be… I think I will just be fine. Isn’t that always true? Then I can say… Yes it is okay not to go back in time and make a wish that we could be together. I cannot hate you and I won’t. I think loved you (but not to dead) and it was just enough that I wish you all the best in life, even if it means we’re never getting back together. I want you to be happy – And as much as I would like to have my own freedom, I want to set you free to go after what you want in life.

Thank you for being a great part of my youth. And thank you for all what you’ve done, because I know, if this wasn’t because of you, because of me and because of us, I wouldn’t have become who I am today.

Goodbye!

Saying everyone can be replaced is a lie.

I think when I said everything will be okay and everyone can be replaced. I actually lied.

There are certain things in life which cannot be replaced. Like the Earth, the Sun or the Moon, like your family, your mother, your father, your brothers, sisters, yourself and…myself.

Hmmm, for a moment I was thinking of that special someone, but he can also be replaced since you can still make choices.

The reason I said “everyone can be replaced” was to reassure my team when the two key persons decided to walk away. And I made everyone believed that it was right, because those two people were immediately replaced by other people and other people and other people.

In the meantime, I had been playing multiple roles: A sales person; a marketing & PR person for which I had been given a fancy name as a Business Development Manager (BDM). I did not know how good I was. The only thing that I know and remember was that I really was part of the company, a major part. It was just enough to make me feel like I had a major heart attack on the day I decided to walk away.

I am all happy now with the new job and what I’m doing, because I learn new things and I meet new people on a surprisingly  regular basis. This is necessarily always a good thing but for sure it’s not easy to get bored at work.

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And I am still who I am and I still do what I do.

Last Saturday I went to the Hanoi’s Annual Charity Bazaar hosted by the HIWC (Hanoi International Women Club). I had always been there over the past 02 years, but this year I was with a different company. This is a strange feeling when I am not with my Italian team anymore and did not get to wear an Italian themed costume this year. What even more awkward   was the moment that I intended to come and say hello to the old team, but nobody was there. Absolutely nobody! My boss was (almost) never there (and because he wouldn’t need to when I was in my position) but what I meant was… nobody. I know none of them, after 8 months since I’ve gone…

I am not going to judge anybody over this matter. But I was not happy to see all this. And it was not I was not because I was so full of myself but I know that I am totally not that someone who can be easily replaced…

Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring!

“People say you’re born innocent, but it’s not true. You inherit all kinds of things that you can do nothing about. You inherit your identity, your history, like a birthmark that you can’t wash off. … We are born with our heads turned back, but my mother says we have to face into the future now. You have to earn your own innocence, she says. You have to grow up and become innocent.”
― Hugo HamiltonThe Sailor in the Wardrobe

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I watched “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring over a year ago. For some reason I felt like I should write a blog post about it. Perhaps, the main reason was because of news today of the terrorist attack in Paris… Hundreds of people died in this tragedy and everywhere in the world, people are sending condolences to France and fighting against terrorism.

The first thing that I saw when I was opening up Facebook was the image of Eiffel tower and the triple colours of French flag everywhere. At the same time, it’s got me thinking of something different. The terrorists must have no fear and must have known that they will forever be cursed for being murderers. I wondered how they grew up and couldn’t help thinking about what might have happened with ifs and buts.

Some believe that people were born innocent, some never quite believed in it. I am not trying to argue what is right or wrong when it comes to a life circle of the four basic human emotions: Happiness; Sadness; Love and Hate. And perhaps we may spend 1:45 minutes of our lives watching this movie just to have a new perception of life: (Animal) cruelty is part of natural instinct, no matter what age you are. As you grow up, only if you are lucky enough to have good education and training, you will be able to see the world in the eyes of love and kindness.

Then I wrote this on my Facebook page this morning with knowing that many people would disagree with:

“Call me a cold-hearted person but I would rather be working instead of spending time on the internet and praying for Paris… My deep condolences to Parisians, my dear French colleagues and the world but still 500,000 people died Since Start Of U.S.-Led Invasion and 6 to 8 million people die annually from the consequences of disasters and water-related diseases… and millions and millions of people die every year due to LACK OF EDUCATION. Just thought that the more you are showing your support to either French and/or Russia and/or America and/or China and/or North Korea, the more you will be helping the world’s top politicians to play their political/economical games… If all citizens were treated like humans from the very beginning with equal education then this should not be happening… Therefore work hard, study hard and stop bulls**ting!” 

Good upbringings are vital by Vincent Nguyen:

“All things truly wicked start from innocence.”

What would have happened if Hitler, or any other horrible well-known figure, had grown up elsewhere? Hypothetical situations like this are interesting to wonder about but it shows the importance of the upbringing; there is something that went wrong somewhere.

Even if you don’t believe that everyone is born innocent, you can’t deny the impact of environmental factors and the effects of parents on their children.

Hemingway reminds you to create a positive environment that encourages positive personal growth because he believed we’re all born innocent. Look into your own past. How did you turn out to be the person you are today? No doubt, your upbringing played a major role.

Stay safe Paris!

Headphones

I’ve lost my headphones. I have been looking for days but still haven’t seen them anywhere. I was thinking of purchasing a new pair of headphones (which I will need them eventually for so many different purposes) but I stopped for a moment and think…

Would it be better if I quit wearing headphones…?

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I have got into a habit, or it must have been a formed of addition that I need to have my iTunes and my headphones on whenever I get out of the house or office or when I get onto the bus. This is when I enjoy the most of my guilty pleasure – all types of song that I keep changing all of the stations so that the song would match my flow of thoughts. I guess it is the same for almost everybody these days. Is it wrong if I just enjoy my music, hello?

I feel thankful towards whosoever invented the headphones. Just about when I asked myself this questioned, Google helped me pull off the answer right away. His name is Nathaniel Baldwin, Canadian. He was a great inventor but a terrible businessman – as usual. Thanks to Nath anyway for all what he’s bought to human-kind but still, wearing headphones the way we do today doesn’t seem to be a good habit. The need for significance, the need for non-disturbance, the need for having ‘me’ time having been increasing. Everyone has their headphones on these days and communicates by commenting on Facebook posts.

One of the bus assistant yelled at me once for having had ‘ignored’ him completely while being asked for checking my bus ticket.

My dad got upset with me once the way I spend my time on my smartphone and how he saw me with my headphones on while walking home…

Obviously, I did not listen to what the person who sat next to me when they asked me what time it was…

I saw some Chinese guests who walked into our hotel lobby this morning wearing face masks. I hate seeing that. They looked weird, so weird, even if they were just being extra careful. But I really thought that they should not be travelling if they were so careful. There’s a life to enjoy, and your face is not what to be hidden. This maybe, one of the reasons why I am so thankful that I am not born Muslim. Please don’t take me wrong if you are Muslim but I just love the way people could live for who they are without having to hide themselves from layers and layers of costumes that belongs to the ancient school of thoughts. I never liked people who wear face mask by all means, except when you are a doctor, or when you are a patient… No one could ever recognise you if you keep putting your mask on…

And this may be time to take off your headphones just to listen to what others have to say… I know one of my problem is that I could get to the extreme level of ignorance. 2 years ago I read on the news, people said Vietnamese was on the world’s list for top ignorant index. Again I don’t know how true it is, to what level that they can measure this index. But last weekend, I saw a woman, who was riding her scooter on the road with her baby, connected to her by a seat belt who were both about to fall over from the scooter when they almost got hit by a car. Two men, with active mouths, two legs and two arms with full fingers were standing next to her and keep shouting: “Move, stand up!”, talked to the woman. Just by the time I walked by and saw the picture, I run into the lady and the baby who almost fell over because the mother, on the one hand, trying to hold the baby behind her back, on the other hand, reaching for the scooter which the seat bell was attached. I held on the baby and shouted to the guys who was less-than-a-meter-away: “What are you doing? Why don’t you come and help her out?”. Thanks god, the two guys eventually woke up, so we did not have to see a crying mother and the baby was threatened to dead.

I asked myself, what happened these people? They weren’t wearing headphones. They were capable to help, who have eyes to see, a brain to think but why no one reacted?

#madworld #coldworld #coldhearted

Shoe-pidity

If I had to say sorry to any part of my body, I would need to say it first to my feet.

I’ve been traveling and running here and there on heels and I’ve hurt my feet… In order to walk and even run confidently on your heels, you know you’ve practiced hard, your skin’s got thicker and you no longer feel the pain regardless of how long you spend your time on those so-called: “shoe-pidity”. Having said that, at least I do not wear those “ridiculously” uncomfortable stilettos because I know I would not look incredible on them, and I do not think I am capable of wearing them either 🙂

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I personally consider walking as a form of mediation. It would be nice if there’s a warm hand for you to hold but I still enjoy very much those winter days that I put on my jacket/ coat and my hands are in the pockets.

The other day I went for dinner with a “so-called” ex-boyfriend. I asked if he wanted to walk from where we met to the restaurant which would take us about 10 minute-walk…  He said yes and followed me but couldn’t stop complaining that he did not enjoy walking at all. I looked at him, smiled and told him in a polite manner: “I know why we could not be together. We were definitely not on the same road…”

Cammy