Songs
Is it just me and my weirdness but when I listen to a song, memories pop into my head so easily and I can easily associate a song with an event in my life because I've listened to it so many times that time. Does that make sense?
And I don't think its just songs. It's smells too. I vaguely remember the new-home smell when I first came into my house in Australia.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Growing older
Growing older
As I am growing older, people say I look more like my dad haha. The hunchback, the height that sort of stuff. I'm happy that my little brother looks nearly like me when I was his age. Henry Junior :D. It'd be weird if he did turn out to look exactly like me though.
A little while ago, my mum and this old lady was in the kitchen. My mum called me to get the food to the dining room. My mum called me 'may' which is sort of a colloquial term for son. I went in to fetch the food and the old lady asked: "Why do you call your husband that?" LOL. Hilarious.
As I am growing older, people say I look more like my dad haha. The hunchback, the height that sort of stuff. I'm happy that my little brother looks nearly like me when I was his age. Henry Junior :D. It'd be weird if he did turn out to look exactly like me though.
A little while ago, my mum and this old lady was in the kitchen. My mum called me to get the food to the dining room. My mum called me 'may' which is sort of a colloquial term for son. I went in to fetch the food and the old lady asked: "Why do you call your husband that?" LOL. Hilarious.
The things..
The things..
Quite weird how I used to be the guy that would go around everytime and do something just for fun. And I always had to do something. Now, there are people who've taken that spot and instead of doing this, I think.
Quite weird how I used to be the guy that would go around everytime and do something just for fun. And I always had to do something. Now, there are people who've taken that spot and instead of doing this, I think.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
A life left in Vietnam
A life left in Vietnam
This post might sound kinda like a repeat and I hope it has something new.. Anyways.. people have been discussing a lot about the 'old life'. Well, just about two :L (excluding me). What I mean by the old life is.. the life before a person moves. I came from Vietnam and I've been thinking a lot about it lately.
Last year when I did come back to Vietnam, I went to so many places and I had so much fun. I saw people having fun and that made me wonder if life in Vietnam was better. I really don't know how to organise this post, so it might sound a bit disorganised. Anyways, although the life in Vietnam can be quite harsh and it seems as if things haven't moved into 'modernism' I think it's more simplistic in some ways.
Sometimes, I just think about riding my bicycle everywhere in the village. Riding it to secondary school with my cousin or maybe even with the girl I love. Relationships really bound people together. It's hard to hate people in Vietnam, easy to communicate with and.. everyone just seems to rely on each other. Over here, it's compeltely different. People act different on the Internet, they rely on the internet to communicate all that sort of stuff. I just think life in Vietnam would be fun in so many ways..
And today, when I was riding my bike in the morning to the station. It started to rain and I got soaked. I don't think I really care. I enjoy being with the rain; I don't care if it made me sick. It also reminded me of the stories that my parents share with each other, of how they have to wake up early and sleep late. Sometimes, they have to work in the rain, but heck, that was life in Vietnam, and sadly, for some people, it still is.
And.. relying on each other, as people do in Vietnam draws them together. Which makes people who love each other really strong? But.. there really isn't a definition for love. People love differently. Money? Characteristics? Dependence on each other to survive? All that bullshit. I hate this.
This post might sound kinda like a repeat and I hope it has something new.. Anyways.. people have been discussing a lot about the 'old life'. Well, just about two :L (excluding me). What I mean by the old life is.. the life before a person moves. I came from Vietnam and I've been thinking a lot about it lately.
Last year when I did come back to Vietnam, I went to so many places and I had so much fun. I saw people having fun and that made me wonder if life in Vietnam was better. I really don't know how to organise this post, so it might sound a bit disorganised. Anyways, although the life in Vietnam can be quite harsh and it seems as if things haven't moved into 'modernism' I think it's more simplistic in some ways.
Sometimes, I just think about riding my bicycle everywhere in the village. Riding it to secondary school with my cousin or maybe even with the girl I love. Relationships really bound people together. It's hard to hate people in Vietnam, easy to communicate with and.. everyone just seems to rely on each other. Over here, it's compeltely different. People act different on the Internet, they rely on the internet to communicate all that sort of stuff. I just think life in Vietnam would be fun in so many ways..
And today, when I was riding my bike in the morning to the station. It started to rain and I got soaked. I don't think I really care. I enjoy being with the rain; I don't care if it made me sick. It also reminded me of the stories that my parents share with each other, of how they have to wake up early and sleep late. Sometimes, they have to work in the rain, but heck, that was life in Vietnam, and sadly, for some people, it still is.
And.. relying on each other, as people do in Vietnam draws them together. Which makes people who love each other really strong? But.. there really isn't a definition for love. People love differently. Money? Characteristics? Dependence on each other to survive? All that bullshit. I hate this.
Monday, April 4, 2011
A Vietnamese Tradition
A Vietnamese Tradition
In Vietnam, there are lots of cultural traditions and my parents have brought them over with them. One of them was that, on Chinese New Year's Eve, the first person to enter the door would decide the family's fate or luck for the year. This year, I entered the door. My parents said that the person's characteristics would also pass onto the family. They would always joke about how lazy I am and like to eat fancy food and they said that our family would go bankrupt this year...
Anyways, I remember entering the door one back when I was 9 or something. What's most weird is that in both of the years that I entered the door, my dad crashed the car :S. I'm starting to really have faith in my religion and I'm just glad my dad survived both.
When I do Shaolin, I pray after if I have time, because my mum rushes me. My parents have this view towards me that I'm a bad person, as so some of you may so they don't expect me to pray. I was praying last Sunday and my mum came.. and it was one of those awkward moments.
Anyways, when I grow up and move out, I think I'll be vegetarian. If I do it now, it would be really weird for my family. I hope my family can pass on the traditions, cos if they don't, it will be upcoming generations of forgotten traditions and cultures.
In Vietnam, there are lots of cultural traditions and my parents have brought them over with them. One of them was that, on Chinese New Year's Eve, the first person to enter the door would decide the family's fate or luck for the year. This year, I entered the door. My parents said that the person's characteristics would also pass onto the family. They would always joke about how lazy I am and like to eat fancy food and they said that our family would go bankrupt this year...
Anyways, I remember entering the door one back when I was 9 or something. What's most weird is that in both of the years that I entered the door, my dad crashed the car :S. I'm starting to really have faith in my religion and I'm just glad my dad survived both.
When I do Shaolin, I pray after if I have time, because my mum rushes me. My parents have this view towards me that I'm a bad person, as so some of you may so they don't expect me to pray. I was praying last Sunday and my mum came.. and it was one of those awkward moments.
Anyways, when I grow up and move out, I think I'll be vegetarian. If I do it now, it would be really weird for my family. I hope my family can pass on the traditions, cos if they don't, it will be upcoming generations of forgotten traditions and cultures.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Vietnam
Vietnam
My parents have been discussing a lot about Vietnam lately and it makes think about it. Anyways.. they said that we're going back to Vietnam at the end of this year. I'm happy, but the thought of visiting Vietnam makes me sad. The people are different and the place I live at has changed. The people who used to hang around me are all weird.. the guys are like all 'baddies' and the most of the girls give me the evils. It's just really weird.. some people have passed out, some have moved away to find jobs it just seems all so.. cruel - the level of poverty and living standards in Vietnam.
Anyways, everytime I go back to Vietnam, it changes dramatically as if it happened all in the blink of an eye. My grandma's place got rebuilt.. so that's going to be different and I don't know what else is different. All I know is.. everything's going to be sort of alien for me everytime I come back. There are some people I don't even know or remember. I don't know if these thoughts and changes make me sad or happy but changes always make me sad. I lived in Vietnam as a little boy, and not being there for these changes is depressing. I feel as if something's missing from me, my home town, my "Quê Hương". Which is probably why I like those traditional Vietnamese songs, because they talk about their true birthplace and how much they treasure it.
While I'm still talking about Vietnam, I would like to share with all of you a truely sad story. There's this woman who lived with her child in Vietnam. Their house was adjacent to my grandma's house. They lived with their friend or grandpa I think, I don't know. Anyways, when the kid was about 5-7, his mum died of stomach cancer. Now, in Vietnam each person gets a proportion of field to farm their own rice and the woman's rice field was given to the grandpa. Sadly, the grandpa didn't want to take care of the kid so he sent it to his mum's grandma. Yes very confusing, simply put it, the man stole the rice and didn't take care of the kid so the kid had to turn to his grandma. The grandma couldn't earn enough to raise the kid, so she gave it away to people who lived near the rivers (the people who lived in like canoes etc). On the night before the kid was given away, the kid ran off, hid and slept in a pile of hay. Noone could find him on that night, but eventually they did find him. After that he was given to the other people. When my parents had gone back to Vietnam last year, we completely forgot about the kid. Noone cared about him or remembered the troubles he went through. My mum cried, my dad felt bad and I sat there, stared and thought to myself the brutality of this world.
That's just part of what I really hate about this world..
Moving on.. I wanna talk about the cross country cheaters. I don't wanna write much.. since it's pretty late but damn those people for cheating. Danny came 2nd cos 'someone' cheated for first place. Wtf. Of all the places, he cheated for first place.. Unbelieveable. What's more, 'someone' wasn't the only one who cheated. Plenty of others. It really takes the hard-put effort that some people who actually tried and didn't cheat. What's more disgusting is that the people who cheated are liked by people. Unbelievable.
This world is truly f'ed up, And then there was a time, when 'another someone' could get told off and shutted the f' up. Now, he's one arrogant dickhead when he does get told off.
I think I'm done. I'm back to copying images of Inuyasha hehe. Posting em up soon hopefully and some cartoons I drew lol. Also, Kelvin and I have big future dreams in the video-making and editing area. Wish us luck. :) Thanks for wasting 15 mins of your life reading this. It means a lot to me and I aim to make people empathise and feel what I feel. Imma stfu now.
Happier now lil girl?
My parents have been discussing a lot about Vietnam lately and it makes think about it. Anyways.. they said that we're going back to Vietnam at the end of this year. I'm happy, but the thought of visiting Vietnam makes me sad. The people are different and the place I live at has changed. The people who used to hang around me are all weird.. the guys are like all 'baddies' and the most of the girls give me the evils. It's just really weird.. some people have passed out, some have moved away to find jobs it just seems all so.. cruel - the level of poverty and living standards in Vietnam.
Anyways, everytime I go back to Vietnam, it changes dramatically as if it happened all in the blink of an eye. My grandma's place got rebuilt.. so that's going to be different and I don't know what else is different. All I know is.. everything's going to be sort of alien for me everytime I come back. There are some people I don't even know or remember. I don't know if these thoughts and changes make me sad or happy but changes always make me sad. I lived in Vietnam as a little boy, and not being there for these changes is depressing. I feel as if something's missing from me, my home town, my "Quê Hương". Which is probably why I like those traditional Vietnamese songs, because they talk about their true birthplace and how much they treasure it.
While I'm still talking about Vietnam, I would like to share with all of you a truely sad story. There's this woman who lived with her child in Vietnam. Their house was adjacent to my grandma's house. They lived with their friend or grandpa I think, I don't know. Anyways, when the kid was about 5-7, his mum died of stomach cancer. Now, in Vietnam each person gets a proportion of field to farm their own rice and the woman's rice field was given to the grandpa. Sadly, the grandpa didn't want to take care of the kid so he sent it to his mum's grandma. Yes very confusing, simply put it, the man stole the rice and didn't take care of the kid so the kid had to turn to his grandma. The grandma couldn't earn enough to raise the kid, so she gave it away to people who lived near the rivers (the people who lived in like canoes etc). On the night before the kid was given away, the kid ran off, hid and slept in a pile of hay. Noone could find him on that night, but eventually they did find him. After that he was given to the other people. When my parents had gone back to Vietnam last year, we completely forgot about the kid. Noone cared about him or remembered the troubles he went through. My mum cried, my dad felt bad and I sat there, stared and thought to myself the brutality of this world.
That's just part of what I really hate about this world..
Moving on.. I wanna talk about the cross country cheaters. I don't wanna write much.. since it's pretty late but damn those people for cheating. Danny came 2nd cos 'someone' cheated for first place. Wtf. Of all the places, he cheated for first place.. Unbelieveable. What's more, 'someone' wasn't the only one who cheated. Plenty of others. It really takes the hard-put effort that some people who actually tried and didn't cheat. What's more disgusting is that the people who cheated are liked by people. Unbelievable.
This world is truly f'ed up, And then there was a time, when 'another someone' could get told off and shutted the f' up. Now, he's one arrogant dickhead when he does get told off.
I think I'm done. I'm back to copying images of Inuyasha hehe. Posting em up soon hopefully and some cartoons I drew lol. Also, Kelvin and I have big future dreams in the video-making and editing area. Wish us luck. :) Thanks for wasting 15 mins of your life reading this. It means a lot to me and I aim to make people empathise and feel what I feel. Imma stfu now.
Happier now lil girl?
Friday, April 1, 2011
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