Thursday, September 22, 2011

Birds of a feather



"It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."- Ralph Waldo Emerson
   It would be difficult to define what would be a friend, especially best friend. It would be a friend who would do what is right for you. To me, friends are very important. I'm so lucky to have a friend who always understand what I'm thinking. He is the one who always besides me, cheers me up when I'm in bad mood, and helps me to solve my problem. Even though we have been friend for over 15 years, there are some similarities and differences between us.
   First, when I first met Dinh, we were in kindergarten. Then, we had been in the same class throughout primary school and high school. What a coincidence! Now, he lives in Texas, far away from here, so we don't have a chance to hang out as much as we did in Vietnam. We have quarreled a few hundred times. However, through all that we have remained the best of friends. We know each other quite well and it is clear to both of us that we will be friends forever.
   Second, our major is similar as well. Our parents do business, so they want us to study Business Administration. Nevertheless, I know exactly what I want in my life. Chemical engineering is the best choice to me. I did tell him about that. I was suprised when I knew that his major is the same as me. Although engineering is extremely hard, we will try our best to get our object and master this field. 
   Last of all, we differ in personality and hobbies. Dinh always smiles. He smiles because he wants to make the other person happy or to make himself happy. He smiles whenever people speak to him, regardless of whether they are right or wrong. In contrast, I only smile when I'm happy. Actually, he is an active guy. He likes to read true stories and looks about true life. Instead, I like to read real science fiction stories and mystery stories. While Dinh prefers playing soccer, basketball, I like to play some indoor games, such as ping pong, and some other electronic games. 
   When I am with Dinh, I feel completely at ease. I can do whatever I want as Ralph Waldo Emerson said, because we know each other pretty well. He always goes with me through every trouble, and help me to solve it. I'm proud of having a friend like him.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

A touched song


The grace of Father is as a huge moutain
The grace of Mother is as a water source. (Vietnamese poem)
I had no idea till I read Huyen's blog and listened to her song. It touched me deeply. "Mom" is a somewhat that we cant define by word. Actually, I don't like Vietnamese songs. However, when I listened to it, I did cry. It reminded me of my wonderful mom, as well as a song I had known in high school, named "The Water Source". This song is about the mother's love for her child. To she, her child is always a kid, even though how old he is. She spent all of her life to take care of him. Mom always besides her child wherever and whenever. Day by day, the maturer her child is, the older his mother is. I have listened to these songs for many times, it made me sad. Suddenly I miss my parents badly. I haven't done anything for them, since I was born, I have always been asking them to do for me. I have everything I want. Now I realize that I'm such a bad son. Last month, when I was on the way back to the U.S, my mom cried a lot, but I just hugged them, said goodbye and then went straight to the entrance. However, I also wanted to look back., but I couldn't. It was hard to see my family crying because I know they would miss me while I'm away from home. I want to see my family immediately. I miss the atmosphere there, I want to celebrate the Full Moon Festival with them. It is hard to live without my parents. I will remember what my mom said to me: "There are no goodbyes. Wherever you are, you'll always be in my heart".

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

WEATHER

Ewwwww... Its over 100 degree today, freaking hot & sunny. Because of this weather, I would have stayed at home all the day if I hadn't had Sean's class lol. When I was a child, summer was the best time for me. I didn't have class. I could take part in some sports that I like, visited my hometown, and hanged out with my friends. However, it seems that I turn to like the winter than anything else now (because of the long winter break kk). I like the feeling that enjoying a cup of hot tea or dark chocolate, wearing warm clothes, travelling, etc. During winter, days are much shorter than night. Sometime the nights are very cold, I like to sleep in a warm bed. In the morning, the earth is often covered with fog; the dewdrops shine like pearls. The winter season has its own beauties and charms. Summer gets away from me immediately please....