It might be you

Time, I've been passing time watching trains go by, all of my life

Lying on the sand watching seabirds fly

Wishing there could be someone waiting home for me

Something's telling me it might be you

It's telling me it might be you, all of my life

Looking back as lovers go walking past, all of my life

Wondering how they met and what makes it last

If I found the place would I recognize the face

Something's telling me it might be you

It's telling me it might be you

So many quiet walks to take

So many dreams to wake and there's so much love to make

I think we're gonna need some time

Maybe all we need is time

And it's telling me it might be you

All of my life

... ...

Something's telling me it might be you

Yeah, it's telling me it must be you and

I'm feeling it'll just be you all of my life

It's you, it's you I've been waiting for all of my life

Maybe it's you. Maybe it's you

I've been waiting for all of my life

Watched a movie 'Tootsie' (1982) last night, and can't remember how many times I've watched this movie. Dustin Hoffman is a brilliant actor. The story is great and the music is wonderful.

The song 'It might be you' is playing in the movie. Feeling that it is such a nice song. My heart now still keeps playing this song though the movie ends, the music stops; somehow its lyric fills an empty part in my heart....

When I see you smile

When I see you smile, it feels like i'm falling

It's not for anybody else to know

The way your face could light the bitter dark of every street

In every town I'll ever go, it's not for anybody else to know

For anybody else to know....

When I see you smile first thing in the morning

It raises curtains on your lazy eyes

Could it be that you and I have the greatest love to ever be

How could this have ever been before?

It's not for anybody else to know....

('When I see you smile' by Bic Runga)

Before Sunrise

I really believe that if there's any kind of God, he wouldn't be in any one of us ---not you, not me, but just in the space in between.

If there 's some magic in this world, if must be in the attempt of understanding someone else, sharing something.

Even if it's almost impossible to succeed, but who cares, the answer must be in the attempt.

- Before Sunrise (1995)

Saturday Afternoon With The Painted Spoons

Almost throwing away these spoons, which is made from some material from inactive mine. My friend gave to me. She says someone bought it from Laos and gave to her. We can't use them, touch the food. I don't think so. Painting and keeping them that's more lovely idea. ;o)

Well, Acrylic color is perfect for this job, making the paint stay on the spoon permanently. I chose this color is because the meaning of the color. Passionate love, strong and power for Red, and Wisdom, calmness, fresh, and courage for Turquoise.

I painted the spoons while listening to Amos Lee's song, 'Black River',

Whoa...Black River.... You're gonna take my bottle, my bible, my mess.

You're gonna take all of my empty and my loneliness.

Gonna take all of the sadness inside of me,

gonna take it all and set me free.

With the slow music and his wonderful voice, that was so relaxing, and calm moment. Doing some crafts I think it is giving me such a good feeling and 'yes, it somehow sets me free, takes away my loneliness, takes away my tear.'

I survived this Saturday, with the rescue by painting the spoons. Otherwise, my mind must fly away to someone... I need to gain some strength. Need some courage to face and deal with my mind. Get over it wisely... :o)

Can Tho City: The river of poems

Today, having a class about the Great Mekong Subregion (GMS), a program of economic cooperation which is funded by Asian Development Bank (ADB). How this program have been affecting Mekong communities, people's livelihood, and environment. Because there are not only the project of building up electricity, power grid, roads, railways, bridges, etc - that aim to help to 'alleviate poverty', the projects impact people's lives and actually impoverish the people. The people's rights are abused, the income gap between rural and urban people is widening, flood, drought and these are ongoing problems.

This made me think about the trip to Can Tho city in Mekong delta in March. Can Tho, its name means 'the river of poems.' This biggest city in the delta is full of activities. I bet, you can't walk by yourself and expect to have a moment of your own because there are many bicycles, people talking, walking, selling, horn beeping, ... The road is full of cars, and the air is filled up with noise.

However, it's nice to only just looking at the river. The mekong river scene paints on my eyes, and my heart hardly forgets it. The river is wide and huge, and there are so many people depend and rely on this river. Mekong region people's and the world's bellies have been fulfilling by the fish from Mekong delta for all these years. It's chaotic and busy town, ever! But it's nice in the way of how people interact and your day is just passing by so quick with so many things to see and to do. I felt like that.

One more thing (besides delicious food and coffee, and nice people) that I never forget is the weather. It was extremely hot when I was there. A traditional Vietnamese hat can help, but still the heat come out from the road, and everywhere you go, you would feel like being cooked. And that's why I kinda like this photo below, when the weather is really warm then people take a seat and have some ice coffee. Very nice. People are talking and drinking local coffee.

When you are feeling blue and thinking about composing a poem, you may think of somewhere different that here to write one. Well, living and looking at Mekong river must be one of the great inspiration as well, that you can let words out of your fingertips, look at the river or just take a ride on the boat, and see how local people enjoy their life with the nature.

Wish to go back there again. (I will post some more pics from the trip, and would love to talk about a climate change issue a bit because the local people at the delta is severely having impacts from sea water come inland.)

Quote of today

Just love this quote and wanna share it around.

'Poetry doesn't belong to those who write it; it belongs to those who need it.'

- The Postman (1997)

Remind me of something sad, but that sadness and pain somehow make me content...

Secret of life

One day, when you are feeling tired, when you are weak inside... when you are creeping on the same mistakes you have done. When you can't forget yourself of something and for some reasons, or even you don't know why you are not chose to be loved or to be with a particular person. Why you are here, why you are doing what you are doing now. What you are suppose to do, or what you really want... Why, why and why things are happening like this and that. So many questions, and so much weakness inside.

A friend of mine told me that whenever we're questioning God that's when you're weak. Seem so true to me. As like I am now. God, for me is not like a person, is something like a united power of the universe. The universe of the spirit and we're all part of it, meaningfully and powerfully.

I believe that thing happens for a reason, we may not know it yet, but be patient; the answer will eventually come to you. And that's why I'm trying to live my days and get the best out of it. Waiting for someone happily, and nurture my dream and desire without hesitation. This message below, also always helps and cheers me up, the words from one of my favourite novelists, Paulo Coelho.

"The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times."

So, why is it so important to live our personal calling if we are only to suffer more than other people?

Once we have overcome the defeats - and we always do we are filled by a greater sense of euphoria and confidence. In the silence of our hearts, we know that we are providing ourselves worthy of the miracle of life.

Each day, each hour, is part of the good fight. We start to live with enthusiasm and pleasure. Intense unexpected suffering passes more quickly that is apparently bearable; the latter goes on for years and, without our noticing, eats away at our soul until, one day, we are no longer able to free ourselves from the bitterness and it stays with us for the rest of our lives.

Oscar Wilde said: "Each man kills the things he loves." and it's true. The mere possibility of getting what we want fills the soul of the ordinary person with guilt.

We look around at all those who have failed to get what they want and feel that we do not deserve to get what we want either. We forgot about all the obstacles we overcome, all the suffering we endured, all the things we had to give up in order to get this far.

But if you believe yourself worthy of the thing you fought so hard to get, then you become an instrument of God, you help the soul of the world, and you understand why you are here.

(Retrieved from an introduction of 'The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho)

Have a nice day!

Red Bag

After the tragic incident in May 19, 2010. I was so depressed and sad, took a time off from the internet and made this bag. Thank to Pom, my roommate who currently bought a new sewing machine. For me, with a lot of helps from the machine, my two roommies (Pom and Som)'s ideas and my two hands - putting together, now I have a new bag for my laptop kha. :)

It's not a master piece, and I spent about three days to finish it. I didn't plan it very well; that's my style. I just pulled out the fabric and started to cut it, try to measure the width and length from the side of my labtop, then cut and sewed. My roommie always criticize how unorganized I am, but well I keep doing it and at the same time thinking of 'Julia Child.' She is wonderful person (as I read and see her youtube video clip), her chilly style and positive aura impressed me. While she is cooking food, she is happy to all right acts and mistakes. So am I. But I didn't cook, and I'm not good at cooking at all, jut this little handicraft things that I'm always happy to create one.

It takes some courage...

Water color is amazing! I can't say I'm expert on this, but the feeling it gives you while you are moving your brush and let yourself flows with the colour; it it wonderful. First, I didn't dare to do it. Too scare, too afraid to mess things up, or couldn't bare the thoughts of 'mai suay' - not beautiful outcome. Well, I have to thank my friends to encourage me to do it. When my mind is blocked from all the mess around me, when people keep arguing in the house, when people like talking at me, I take some time off. To be with myself and start to paint. It's not that easy. You really need to create a shift of your own. The courage shifting step and after that, you're gonna be fine. :o)

Back to the old days

Not an actual traveling to anywhere, but kinda go back to visit some old stuff. These are my drawing back in 2000, some of them are from 90s. It has been such a long time that I haven't sketch or draw pictures like this. When is the last time? I can't remember. Only remember that everyday after school I would draw one or two pictures, some nights I just stayed up very late did sketching and then got lost in my own world. There were only me and the pencil in my hand. Silence, but not empty. Love that moment. So long, but not too late.... to grab a pencil and make a first move, na.

'Frog face or Owl face?'

Making a box and paint it with your own style. Unfortunately, my friend made this paper-box then painted it black. She gave me and we both tried to make it nicer somehow. One afternoon, we started painting it with a light blue-green 'turquoise' color, which need to mix with glue before you can paint it.

You put the glue in a small plastic bag, then cut the end to make a very small hole. Kinda look like you are gonna do decorate a top of some cake. The glue perfectly give you feel like it, as some cream but it's not edible.

You can just go by your hand freely, painting a free-planned shape or you can draft first with your pencil on surface of the box.

Look at what I have, I just went freely with no plan in mind. Actually, I had, likely to make like a rose flower shape when you look from the top. But well, it turns out to be like a frog face. My friend told me it is a owl face.... Still, nice.

This glue mixed with acrylic color will give you a permanent element; if you paint the glue or some well-absorbed material it will stick permanently. But if you paint on some solid and slippery material it will be like just a sticker that you can take it off later when you don't feel like having it anymore. Be aware that the color you have at first will become darker a bit after the water dried out from the glue. So be careful when you mix the color with the glue, to be able to have your color right.


Here a handydrive or thumpdrive, P'Ting, my friend paints. She also paints on her boyfriend's labtop as well, and it turns out great!

Let's have some fun activity; glue + acrylic + a plastic bag + looking for something you wanna make it different and nicer + then go ahead!! :o)

Traveling Set

Thinking of my friends asking me why I have so many things in my (big) bag which has inside other smaller bags. And most of them are flowers-printed cloth. Well, I don't know. I like it. The big bag for put everything inside; there are a smaller bag for my mp3, my pens, my money, coins, and my cellphone, and my water bottle, etc.

This one is a new made for a scrabble - traveling set. 'Red and yellow' color seem to be fit and getting along together for this one. It's not difficult at all to make one. Try!

Red Bag: A Retreat

After the tragic incident in May 19, 2010. I was so depressed and sad, took a time off from the internet and made this bag. Thanks to Pom, my roommate who currently bought a new sewing machine.

For me, with a lot of helps from the machine, my two roommies (Pom and Som)'s ideas and two hands - putting together, now I have a new bag for my laptop.


It was such a retreat, to spend sometimes not to think of anything much and turn yourself far from the screen for a while. For almost three days, it wasn't bad and I made it.

ิBut start thinking that the bag turns out too cute to me. I don't know that I will carry around much. However, I will give it a try.

'I will give it a try.' I will give myself a try to move on with my life as well. Sounds sad but it's life and I have to learn to live with all things I have been given. The things I have to face everyday. Sadness and pain, and disappointment make us even become stronger. (I suppose so).