The other night I had a nightmare that was ridiculously vividly realistic that I woke up trembling for a good few minutes. It was a combination of two separate segments. In the first one, I was at some sort of water park. Obviously I wasn’t riding any turbulent rides but was just chilling on a buoy in a small pool. There were gentle waves. I was dreamily thinking of what cocktail to order: a pina colada, or a Long Island Ice tea? And suddenly, out of nowhere, this weird wave was approaching us. It’s skinny and tall instead of… short and fat like the usual ones. I was still mesmerized at the strangeness of the wave when he suddenly grabbed my buoy and screamed: RUN! (I guess he meant “SWIM”?) It was only seconds later when this wall of water erupted from that seemingly gentle wave and collapsed on us. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t even have time to feel scared. My last thought was: Can I ride this wave to the land just like in movies?
And somehow, we were strolling on the street of a pretty small town. It was a beautiful day. And out of nowhere, that beautiful blue sky was no longer beautiful nor blue. There were several columns of dark, ominous smoke shooting up from the horizon to the sky. People were screaming, and we were hustled to some sort of safety room in the basement of a house. (And I was like WTF why does this peaceful town have such safety rooms???). There were a couple one-way windows in the room, so we could see the outside, but couldn’t be seen. The door to the safety room was shut, locked, and chained. I looked outside, and one of the smoke columns started to wiggle. I couldn’t believe in my eyes… it was a freaking dragon, like the one in Disney’s Sleeping Beauty. Several people were panicking. Some babies started to cry. Then my companion decided to open the one-way window so he could run outside to take a clearer look at the dragon. And that’s when I started to panic. I called out for him but he was already too far to hear me. I tried to open the window but several people held me down. As I was lying on the floor, I suddenly smelled something so bad ; and somehow I knew it was the dragon coming near. Oh my gosh, did it eat him alive?
I’ve always wondered how our brains generated dreams. Some dreams I can kind of get why I had them because they would be linked to an upcoming or recent event. But this kind of ridiculous nightmare with dragons and some weird Tsunami-wave on a Lazy pool??? Maybe I should pick up a book about sleeps, dreams, and nightmares.
And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. – Haruki Murakami
It’s another year that I haven’t got to see the beautiful cherry blossoms in Washington, DC, due to absent-mindedness, messy schedules and what-not. So my friend Mai and I decided to go to Fearrington Village for the pretty cherry blossoms. Wasn’t too shabby, eh? It was kind of relaxing to just walk around, adore all kind of flowers blooming there, and have some girly chit-chatting over wine and gelato – chardonnay for me and strawberry gelato for Mai. It reminded me of when I was on the
Suzuki Yamaha Maxim not too long ago for a motorcycle ride. There was one part of the ride when the sky ahead of us was of a deep blue shade, and as the wind was blowing at me it felt as if we were soon to enter a secret time-warping door. I wish it were truly a time-warping door, or even better, the What-if phone booth of Doraemon. That moment was almost magical.
In other news, I’ve been doing pretty decent with my running 500 miles resolution this year. I’ve run a bit over 150 miles this year, and I’ve done quite some intervals at 8mph on the treadmill. I’ve been trying to beat my previous year’s monthly distance total, and I’ve succeeded so far. I’m still 6 miles behind for March, but I’m confident I can catch up with four days left. May is going to be a tough one though – last year somehow I ran 68 miles in May. I think it was the month when I got crazy running four times a week, 3-5 miles each time with my officemate Victor. My running log can be here, or on the top right of this page, if you’re interested :).
There were two kinds of absences: the void and the missing. The void was the person, place, or thing that was never there in the first place. The missing existed but was no longer present. One was theoretical loss. The other was actual. Which was worse? I never had a child. or, I had a child but she was no longer mine. Either way, there was a hole.(Monique Truong- Bitter in the Mouth)
As I rushed to Harris Teeter to get some flowers, cookies and fruit to perform the ritual offerings to the ancestors on Lunar New Year’s Eve, I truly miss the Tet-preparation days in Saigon.
Dear parents, I wish you lots of health, laughter and happiness in the New Year. I love you and miss you a lot.
Dear sisters, hope we’ll have a reunion soon. Even though we’re all grownups now, I always feel like a cheerful happy kid whenever I hang out with you guys. We can relive the ridiculous but glorious childhood memories together, when we played princesses with long hair made from towels, pretending to be princes fighting in place of our fathers. Or when we sat around a little floor fan for days, taking turn telling stories about three boys and a witch. Seriously, I don’t know where we got all that imagination from. And Tran, I promise not to fool you into folding clothes for me anymore even though I still hate it. I’m glad we have the Whatsapp group to gossip and giggle with one another.
Có những thứ thật sự nằm ngoài khả năng của mình, và cho dù mình mong muốn đến mức nào cũng không thể đưa tay ra nhào nặn theo ý mình được. Đôi khi điều tốt đẹp nhất mình có thể làm, chỉ là im lặng mỉm cười và chờ đợi cho cơn sóng đi qua. Có thể sẽ là một tuần, một tháng, hay nhiều năm. Nhưng mình biết mình đã làm tất cả những gì có thể. Ngay cả những trận bão kinh khủng nhất rồi cũng tan thôi mà.
Ẩn sau một vết thương lành
Là mê cung gió hay thành quách mưa?
– Nguyễn Thiên Ngân