<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179</id><updated>2011-08-04T03:03:40.709-07:00</updated><category term='overusing the net'/><category term='The Buddhist Holiday'/><category term='What will our future generations be if...?'/><category term='Far away'/><category term='beloved students'/><category term='The first day of the new school year 2009-2010'/><category term='Broken Sleeps'/><category term='Tương Tư'/><category term='dream'/><category term='a blog for friends abroad'/><category term='Storms'/><category term='To whom I love'/><category term='friends day'/><category term='My friend&apos;s true love story'/><category term='international friends'/><category term='một nỗi niềm)'/><category term='Inspirationa'/><category term='short story'/><category term='lục bát'/><category term='The first time to Son La'/><category term='to S n V'/><category term='A talk with a friend'/><category term='The Dais - Bục giảng'/><category term='Rain reminded me of my childhood'/><category term='Why I write? Tại Sao Tôi Viết'/><category term='Cha'/><category term='Blood Of Love'/><category term='To an Americn Friend'/><category term='an Innnermost (Trường chúng tôi'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='my new blog on google'/><title type='text'>Vuon's Simplicity n Honesty</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog for sharing feelings with international friends</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-1073253957372677650</id><published>2010-06-13T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:08:13.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Far away'/><title type='text'>Người Đi Xa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Gửi người nói: "Nói thật còn khó hơn cả nói dối, buồn!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Người đi xa&lt;br /&gt;bỏ vườn không nhà trống&lt;br /&gt;Gió nồm nam cô đơn bên cánh võng&lt;br /&gt;Nắng tà buồn treo chênh chếch song thưa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Đêm Hà Thành chẳng thể biết có trăng chưa&lt;br /&gt;Ánh điện vàng xua trăng về dĩ vãng&lt;br /&gt;Ta chợt mơ giữa lưng chừng phố vắng&lt;br /&gt;người bước đi như kẻ không nhà&lt;br /&gt;nuốt nỗi buồn trĩu nặng chẳng phôi pha...&lt;br /&gt;Dầm gối ướt mưa đâu về bất chợt!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tiếng vạc kêu sương làm ta tỉnh giấc&lt;br /&gt;ngỡ như người hé liếp cửa nhà bên&lt;br /&gt;Xao xuyến bồi hồi nhẹ bổng gót son&lt;br /&gt;ta xăm xăm lối vườn khuya*...&lt;br /&gt;... Vẫn chỉ là ảo mộng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Người đi xa bỏ nhà không ngõ trống&lt;br /&gt;để khách ra vào vắng chủ chào thưa&lt;br /&gt;Cà phê buồn keo quắt đáy cốc xưa&lt;br /&gt;nước trà đặc quánh trên vành ly nhỏ&lt;br /&gt;bụi phủ dày trên từng trang viết dở&lt;br /&gt;phủ kín cả tình hè mang cái lạnh ùa theo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chỉ có dấu chân ai mang nỗi nhớ trong veo&lt;br /&gt;in lối nhỏ sang nhà bên mỗi bận.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nhớ câu Kiều: "Xăm xăm băng lối vườn khuya một mình" của Nguyễn Du.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vn.360plus.yahoo.com/moonlight192008/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-1073253957372677650?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/1073253957372677650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2010/06/nguoi-i-xa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1073253957372677650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1073253957372677650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2010/06/nguoi-i-xa.html' title='Người Đi Xa'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-8091558852548911596</id><published>2010-04-16T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:15:37.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bão Tan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giông bão tan rồi&lt;br /&gt;Biển đã dần lặng sóng...&lt;br /&gt;Con thuyền trôi, bết tròng trành chao đảo&lt;br /&gt;Phía cuối trời một vết nắng quét ngang&lt;br /&gt;Và đêm về trong tĩnh lặng mênh mang&lt;br /&gt;Những con sóng lăn tăn không đủ xô thuyền&lt;br /&gt;lắc lư giữa khôn cùng biển cả...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cảm ơn niềm đam mê, cảm ơn đời nghiệt ngã&lt;br /&gt;Và vệt nắng ngang trời&lt;br /&gt;... đã mang về thế giới của riêng ta...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-8091558852548911596?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/8091558852548911596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2010/04/bao-tan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8091558852548911596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8091558852548911596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2010/04/bao-tan.html' title='Bão Tan'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-2171551610602306109</id><published>2010-01-29T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T06:17:34.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vá Đồng</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/S2Lt7BKzE4I/AAAAAAAAAUU/Q3rBpgydQuM/s1600-h/IMG0551A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;(Lê Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ị&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt; Vuôn d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ị&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;ch t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ừ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt; nguyên b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ả&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;n ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ế&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;ng Vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ệ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;t truy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ệ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;n ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ắ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;n CHUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Ế&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;N VI HÀNH CU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;Ố&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;I NĂM &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ủ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;a nhà văn Đ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ỗ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt; Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ọ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;c Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:purple;"&gt;ạ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:purple;"  &gt;ch)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;It was the last two days of the year 2009. Having to say goodbye to this year was a reluctance because it was the year conveying many interesting things to me. However we had to say goodbye to it whether we wanted or not. That was why I was sitting there reminisce about all interesting things in the year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;The telephone interfered my returning memories. It turned out that the man calling me was a former friend of mine who was, at that time, a top officer of a province in the North. He wanted to have an incognito travel to the South. And on this occasion, he would make a reunion with his friends in which I would be his guide. When I asked him why he wouldn’t make the travel in the North but to the strange land, the South, he gave me a non-committal answer, something means “postponing the evil hour!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;It was a two-day-travel plan, 29 and 30 of December. We played the parts of two tickets vendors, adopting the name of VI for my friend, and HANH for me. Merely we thought that selling tickets was an easy job. Besides, the set of tools was the lightest. For the sake of “justice”- a highly used term in life, each of us could freely choose 3 destinations in shifts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;The first place we reached was a market, Tan Huong market, which was Vi’s choice. According to Vi, not only could we meet various kinds of people but also it was in the market that the cultural features of a region would expose most. But I myself thought that those we would meet most in a market would be thieves and cheaters. It didn’t take long, but only after 10 minutes making our own way through market stalls, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:navy;"   &gt;Pickpockets have stolen the purse from my back pants pocket! There was no money but important personal papers including the Identiy papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:navy;"   &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;” Vi whispered to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;- “It doesn’t matter. Such kinds of things would easily be got again” and “While travelling incognito, we shouldn’t reveal ourselves and we have to be insiders if we want to know what is outside there completely”, I told him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He sad nothing but I knew he was feeling a great regret about his purse because he continually touched the back pants pocket.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Going around for a while, half the number of the tickets was sold and we witnessed different injustice lives, as well. The saddest thing was that people had rows just only for little money. They even offered a life-and-death resistance to each other for money! The evedence was a fight in front of our eyes. In fact, we could not see anything about the fight because of the crowd until people slowly went away leaving 2 females, one old and the other young, lying still on the ground. Without hesitation, Vi called 2 cyclos. Then we, each led one victim by hands onto the cyclos and took them to hospital…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;It was a convenience because hospital was also the place I had chosen to visit. A coincidence. We took them to the imergency room and filled in all the bureaucracy for them to be admitted. It turned out that the 2 victims were Mum and daughter!, both were fruit sellers. The injury was not so serious but they must have the skin cracks stitched, hands and legs bones connected….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Fulfilling the duty with the fruit sellers, we made a tour round the hospital, visiting all wards. It was the scene of bedragged people – patients’ relatives – that left the strongest impression on us. They had made the hospital sidewalk their living quarters during the time when their family members were here. Looking at them reminded me of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Middle East&lt;/st1:place&gt; refugees and the victims of natural desasters we often see on TV. Their faces shriveled from sorrow and worry. Vi was usually inquisitive to ask them such questions like; “What disease is your husband/ sister/ brother suffering?”, “How long has he been in in hospital?”… . Except for few people who carelessly answered him, all that he got from them was the surprise and watchfullness. Some even angrily shouted at us; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:navy;"   &gt;Damne it! What are you asking this for? Go away, cheaters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;!”. Vi tried to explain to them, but I hurriedly pulled him out. “Getting away is the best”, I told him, and “this is not the conference hall of the People’s Committee of a province for you to give explanation!”. But when coming to another ward, he immediately forgot just being driven away due to his questions of exssesive care. He rushed in to inquire as if he were a government officer. Again and again, he was shouted and driven away!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Born and grown up in a family that both my parents were in medical profession and then my wife is a nurse, too, I myself&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;have witnessed various scenes in different hospitals yet many things were branch-new to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Restaurant was the third place chosen although we both thought that it was unnecessary to visit such place because we already knew it inside out. However, while we - the two guys, ticket sellers- were wandering along &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Ngo Thi Nham Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;, we were enticed into the inner charm without notice by some girls…! The first day ended.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;The second day, 30 of December, started with the plan to visit a university, a high school then an infant school. But after thinking hard, I decided that maybe we attached so much importance to education. “Why don’t we visit a prison instead of a school?”; I wondered. And “We can understand the inner side of education after visiting a university or a high school”. Vi agreed with me despite a bit worry because playing the part of a prisoner is far from easy. “A day in jail seems centuries outside,” he recited. Knowing that he was worying hard, I suggested that we should take the part of some prisoners’ relatives who come to visit them. Then we finally decided that we would come to an infant school in the morning, a university in the afternoon and a prison in the evening.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;We reached &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Chich&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Choe&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Infant School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; by 7 A.M. It was time when parents took their kids to school. The scene at the school gate was so touching. Children attached to their Dads and Mums. Many of them were crying noisily when being given to the teachers. Although teachers gave them tender looks and soft manner, they didn’t stop crying until their parents were out of sight. Generally speaking, the spacious and well-furnished school ensured parents that their children would be offered good education. We had an intention that when the kid-receiving time finished, we would enter&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the school as newspaper reporters. We were preparing our set of tools such as camera, tape-recorder when a female teacher approached in front of us. Looking at Vi’s face, she asked; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Are you Mai&lt;/i&gt;?”. Surprisingly he replied; “&lt;i style=""&gt;Oh, no no. I’m not Mai but a reporter of Tre Tho Newspaper. We want to visit and write a report about your school&lt;/i&gt;”. The teacher didn’t stop staring at Vi. “&lt;i style=""&gt;I can’t be wrong. You are exactly Mai, the leader of children dealer group who was imprisoned 5 years ago. You must have been released and return to sinful business&lt;/i&gt;!”. To our surprise, Vi was wordless, hurriedly pulling out the official letter of introduction to show her. She even paid no attention but gave it a quick glance. Without getting it from Vi, she said; “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:navy;"   &gt;Get away with your trickery otherwise I will call the police, guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;!”. I myself had never experienced this in life. “Maybe Vi looks like the criminal named Mai that she met 5 years a go in a court”, I thought. Knowing that we couldn’t make ourselves understood to that watchful teacher, we hopped it out of the unjust accusation as quickly as we could.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Not able to enter the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;infant school&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Chich Choe&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, we decided to go to a university. We were wavering on what university to visit, when a Dream make of motorbike stopped just in front of us. “Hi, brothers”, the man with the impressive face on the motorbike said. It turned out that he was a journalist named Phao Phao, who was in charge of the column “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:navy;"   &gt;Schools or Battle Fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;” in a newspaper. After effusive regards to each other, he said; “If you are having intention to write about university, you are so lucky because I have been writing a sery of reports on the quality of university lecturerers and students. That can show you the way”. We joined him and rushed to a college which had just shifted from a vocational school and was in process of asking for admission of shifting into university.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;The man welcoming us was Dr. Hoc Hoc, the vice-director in charge of scientific research and traning of the college. After some talking, my memories turned up. Dr. Hoc Hoc was exactly a neighbour of mine in my childhood. His real name was Cough, He was named Cough just because he had been suffering from whooping cough since birth. Cough was 2 grades behind me. He always got mark 1 (stick) and 2 (goose) at school! How could he become the Dr. Hoc Hoc? What helped him? “He must have been helped by a magical power”, I thought. Hearing my queries, Journalist Phao Phao said; “stop evoking, brother. Closing past, heading future and integrating into international community are nowadays trends”. And “even though he is a false Dr., we must accept it because it is one of the epoch diseases. We are all blind, not only me!”. To my surprise, Phao Phao used to be a self-motivated journalist in the fight against embezzlement, but now he became inconcerned. I reluctantly left the wonder how Cough could get the PhD, following Phao Phao to meet students - the masters of the country.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Talking to sudents, I realised that they had little knowledge about literature, culture, history, geography… . They even got very little knowledge of their major. According to Vi, the outbreak of universities and colleges didn’t reflect the real academic standard of the society but help lower students’ quality because the target of the opening of universities and colleges is to make money, not to train people, not to identify and cultivate the talented for the country. This would result in a catastrophe with much worse consequence than that of genocide!... . Our ancestors used to put importance on the essence and refinement, not on the impurities. What would happen to an Army if it was not a reasoned Army but a medley? Never could it win in a battle!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;After dinner, we were discussing how to infiltrate a prison when appeared “Tai Chem”- a former rascal. In fact, Tai Chem did not at all show great spirit but all was his daring. He willingly risked his life to everyone, at every place if he liked. That a king must give up a rascal is never wrong! Talking to Tai Chem, I knew that he now turned over a new leaf already and became a vice-superintendent of a big prison. How clever the authorities were when using him in this position! They knew how to use “poison to control poison”. Tai Chem was very happy when seeing me again as I used to help publish his articles on his affairs when I was still a newspaper reporter. At that time I thought that he would become a great writer in the Underworld column! Knowing my wonder, he said; “Writing profession is indeed much more complicated than the Underworld’s affairs, so I gave up writing long ago. And I myself see that helping other criminals to turn over a new leaf is meaningful but far from easy!”…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;Tai chem took us to the prison he was in charge of. After a while, he stated; “Being incognito travelers, you should get the heart of the matter. It is a waste if you don’t try the part of prisoners!”. Vi neither agreed nor rejected and I myself thought that we would do what Tai Chem arranged. Busy thinking of what would happen next, Vi, another man and I were suddently pushed into a detention room. It was a rather large room. In the middle of the room, I saw a group of people swarming a hairless head man with interlacing healed wounds on his face. An impressive face! He must have been a great rascal. As soon as the door was shut behind us, a boy sprang out of the crowd. Standing in front of us, he shouted; “kneel down to greet brother!”. The boy’s shout was so powerful that we three immediately kneeled down on the floor. The man joining us even didn’t stop kissing the floor again and again until the hailess head man said leisurely; “OK, Ok. You are so lucky today because I’m enjoying myself so much that I exempt you from the entrance thrashing. However, you must show your aptitude for performance. Good show will be awarded, bad- punished!” . Pointing at Vi, he ordered; “You do first!”. I was so threatened, wishing that Vi could overcome this situation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;- “I’m happy to offer all of you a funny story!” Vi leisurely said. Immediately, they clapped their hands and took in every Vi’s word. The story he told was that named “Going for the “long and big beloved organ” competition”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;The story could be summarised as following: There’s someone whose “beloved organ” can reach his knees when erecting most. Every time he gets erection, he feels self-satisfied that no one on earth has such long and big organ as he. He is the world champion!. He goes everywhere to find opponents. And one day, he comes to a village where there is a rumor that many men here have extremely long and big organ. When reaching the village gate, he sees 2 men, each holding a club as if they are on duty of guarding the village. But getting close to them, he realised that both men seem to be reaching orgasm. He asked; “Hi, brothers! Could you…”. Not let him finish the question, they shout in chorus; “Get away! Don’t annoy our jolly time”. Feeling so strange, he can’t help asking more; “But where are your nymphs?”. “Home!” reply the men then they are deep under the spell of climax. He is so surprised and feels so stricken that his cock shrinks to the shape of the little finger!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14pt;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;“They are merely the 2 guards, but they have such long and big organs! So those of the village authorities must be much longer and bigger!” he thinks and gets away as fast as he can.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;The prisoners doubled up with laughters and asked Vi to tell them more. I guessed Vi would encounter the “a thousand and one night” situation. But to my surprise, he changed from laughing story to a crying one! And more surprisingly, the listeners were so touchy that they burst into tears while Vi was telling the story… Then they slowly got deep into sleep…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14pt;color:purple;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;“Tell me the truth please. What have you learnt from this trip?” said I when parting Vi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:9pt;color:purple;"  lang="VI" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;“For the past 5 years, I have merely thought of macroscopic matters of strategy. I’ve just focused on the “integrating into international community”, getting lessons from advanced countries, even applying their models to our country. But now I myself learn that I have been wrong. That is because our infrastructure is imperfect. Therefore, we must start again from the beginning which means we have to build a firm basis. No castles in the air or mud can become true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:9pt;color:purple;"  lang="VI" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;“So do you have any plan for this?” asked I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:9pt;color:purple;"  lang="VI" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;Vacillating for a while, he said; “I’ll apply for a position as a district executive, not a Central Government Officer as planed”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:9pt;color:purple;"  lang="VI" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;“Will your ideas be supported? You remember the saying “One swallow does not make a summer, don’t you? I’m afraid you are merely a grain of sand on a desert”, I said to him in worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:9pt;color:purple;"  lang="VI" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7pt;"  &gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;Vi sighed and said with a decisive tone; “I can’t help trying, my friend.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;We said goodbye to each other. Vi promised me that 5 years later he would have goods news for me when we meet again. Time is passing. The year 2010 is coming. Despite being a sceptic, I can’t help sharing belief with Vi when he has set his mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;Sai Gon late 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:9pt;color:purple;"   lang="VI" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;font-size:14pt;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-6990916385192022261?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/6990916385192022261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-year-incognito-travel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/6990916385192022261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/6990916385192022261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-year-incognito-travel.html' title='The Late Year Incognito Travel'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/S1QVLJSGxII/AAAAAAAAAT8/z9PA2hbufn4/s72-c/banveso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-3644321898234993130</id><published>2009-12-11T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T07:16:05.812-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lục bát'/><title type='text'>Vẫn Nồng</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SyJhXUkBNDI/AAAAAAAAATw/X0KuR3vTjvA/s1600-h/hearts2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SyJhXUkBNDI/AAAAAAAAATw/X0KuR3vTjvA/s320/hearts2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413996755337425970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Đôi khi bất chợt trên đường&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thấy nhành hoa đẹp, sắc hương theo về.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Đôi khi thăm lại làng quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khoảng trời thơ ấu ùa về trong mơ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Đôi khi buồn đến ngẩn ngơ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dòng sông ngày ấy lùi về xa xăm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Đôi khi gặp ánh trăng rằm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xuýt xoa ánh bạc bị dần lãng quên.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Đôi khi rất đỗi bình yên&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sờ tay lên ngực...trái tim vẫn nồng!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-3644321898234993130?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/3644321898234993130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/12/van-nong.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/3644321898234993130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/3644321898234993130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/12/van-nong.html' title='Vẫn Nồng'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SyJhXUkBNDI/AAAAAAAAATw/X0KuR3vTjvA/s72-c/hearts2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-8821242016172610263</id><published>2009-12-07T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T04:33:09.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where - Đâu Rồi????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 127, 64);"&gt;So many visitors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 127, 64);"&gt;But no poetic reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 127, 64);"&gt;It reminds me of the old legends in which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 127, 64);"&gt;So many princesses holding poetical competitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 127, 64);"&gt;To find out the right men for their lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 127, 64);"&gt;And so many talented young arrived !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 127, 64);"&gt;I find how difficult it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; color: rgb(0, 127, 64);"&gt;To find literary friends for mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bao nhiêu khách ghé thăm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vẫn không lời thơ họa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chợt nhớ chuyện ngày xưa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biết bao nàng công chúa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mở thi hội kén chồng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bao trai tài lấp ló!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tìm bạn thơ thật khó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Người tri âm đâu rồi???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://l.yimg.com/hb/i/vn/blog//i/icon/16/7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Can you give me a reply to this, my friends?   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 96, 191); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Lê Thê - Trailing    &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191); font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngày dài lê thê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191); font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;Buồn theo đường về&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191); font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;Niềm riêng đâu dễ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191); font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;Tìm người sẻ chia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt;As long as boring days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt;                         Depression attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt;                         No ease to find the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt;                         Who can share the inmost feelings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-8821242016172610263?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/8821242016172610263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-au-roi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8821242016172610263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8821242016172610263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-au-roi.html' title='Where - Đâu Rồi????'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-2285795710666485949</id><published>2009-12-04T19:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:09:35.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Lê Thê - Trailing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SxnZ9M18F6I/AAAAAAAAATo/iKMS7gTpvFk/s1600-h/2334834-3-loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SxnZ9M18F6I/AAAAAAAAATo/iKMS7gTpvFk/s400/2334834-3-loneliness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411596072705071010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 191);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Ngày dài lê thê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 191);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Buồn theo đường về.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 191);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Niềm riêng đâu dễ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 191);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tìm người sẻ chia !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt;As long as boring days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt;Depression attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt;No ease to find the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande;"&gt;Who can share the inmost feelings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xin mời các bạn họa lại 4 câu này của tôi nhé, cảm ơn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-2285795710666485949?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/2285795710666485949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/12/le_04.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2285795710666485949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2285795710666485949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/12/le_04.html' title='Lê Thê - Trailing'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SxnZ9M18F6I/AAAAAAAAATo/iKMS7gTpvFk/s72-c/2334834-3-loneliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-3634137776079259077</id><published>2009-10-14T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:12:46.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StavNrxJVaI/AAAAAAAAATY/4gG-nx_0i2o/s1600-h/still_life_autumn_leaf_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StavNrxJVaI/AAAAAAAAATY/4gG-nx_0i2o/s400/still_life_autumn_leaf_red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392690253444765090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                      Chiếc lá cuối thu lặng lẽ rơi&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bên thềm ai đó giữa chơi vơi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Như làn môi ấm người mong đợi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     Thoáng đến trong mơ, đêm đầy vơi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Among the peaceful space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;On the step, softly fell An Autumn leaf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;As the warmth of your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Of which I caught sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;During the sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Which made my night off and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-3634137776079259077?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/3634137776079259077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/3634137776079259077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/3634137776079259077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/10/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StavNrxJVaI/AAAAAAAAATY/4gG-nx_0i2o/s72-c/still_life_autumn_leaf_red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-1948076480254217487</id><published>2009-10-14T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T05:56:34.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved students'/><title type='text'>Beloved Students</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StXJzuEBV4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/xtMWyGCroIU/s1600-h/IMG0374A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StXJzuEBV4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/xtMWyGCroIU/s400/IMG0374A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392438019221444482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flowers for teachers on the occassion of Vietnamese Women's Day 20 0f October 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StXJYxY-ZTI/AAAAAAAAATA/0oc1uzj2fzw/s1600-h/IMG0327A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StXJYxY-ZTI/AAAAAAAAATA/0oc1uzj2fzw/s400/IMG0327A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392437556258170162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disabled students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StXJMl2zzfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/293g9BiHxq4/s1600-h/IMG0378A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StXJMl2zzfI/AAAAAAAAAS4/293g9BiHxq4/s400/IMG0378A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392437347003649522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StXJEgmbXyI/AAAAAAAAASw/vkbYdARLqc0/s1600-h/IMG0377A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StXJEgmbXyI/AAAAAAAAASw/vkbYdARLqc0/s400/IMG0377A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392437208153808674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12A2 in the writing lesson 14 0f October 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StXI2-TACPI/AAAAAAAAASo/FdHsjrAkVoY/s1600-h/IMG0371A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StXI2-TACPI/AAAAAAAAASo/FdHsjrAkVoY/s400/IMG0371A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392436975607220466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12A6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-1948076480254217487?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/1948076480254217487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/10/beloved-students.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1948076480254217487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1948076480254217487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/10/beloved-students.html' title='Beloved Students'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StXJzuEBV4I/AAAAAAAAATQ/xtMWyGCroIU/s72-c/IMG0374A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-8960116820889988467</id><published>2009-10-12T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:45:22.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Storms'/><title type='text'>Bão - Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StO2sVTTplI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kt882JarYBg/s1600-h/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StO2sVTTplI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kt882JarYBg/s400/storm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391854051641239122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Anh hỏi em về cơn bão số 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Em đã trả lời anh về một cơn bão khác!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Bão số 10 đang tiến vào Miền Trung ruột thịt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Sau khi bão số 9 đã hoành hành gieo tang tóc đau thương.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Những cơn bão từ biển Đông&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Ào ạt điên cuồng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Trôi rừng, sạt núi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Cuốn vào lòng cơn hồng thủy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Tất cả những gì nó gặp trên đường&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                      Còn cơn bão của em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Không từ phía biển&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Mà đến tự nơi anh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Êm đềm xô tới&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Rồi xoáy vào nơi sâu thẳm hồn em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                      Tâm bão một vùng không ở trời đen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Mà một dòng máu đỏ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Bán kính chiều dài không đo bằng cây số&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                      Chỉ vẻn vẹn chừng mười cen ti met anh ơi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                      Cơn bão từ anh không gào rít thành lời&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Mà cào tim ai rỉ máu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Bão từ biển Đông ngập làng quê, bờ bãi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Bão từ anh nhấn chìm em suốt những đêm dài.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Nhưng anh ơi dù đau khổ suốt đời&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Phải chống chọi bão anh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Em không hề nao núng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Xin để miền Trung được thanh bình, yên tĩnh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                       Bão biển ơi hãy dồn dồn hết vào em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;You asked me about the 10th storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;I told you another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;The 10th storm is approaching our Middle-Land from the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;After the 9th one had destroyed a vast region, bringing loss ang sorrow there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;So violent and destructive are storms from ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;They wash out forests and level mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;Swallowing all things on their ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;Not has ever come from ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;But from you is the storm in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;It has gently reached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;And found way to occupy  my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;Its center is not in stormy sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;But a bloody halo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;The radius is not of kilometers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;but about inches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;The storm from you don't waile in sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;But has scratched my heart to bleeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;Storms from ocean flooded our villages and land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;Storm from you has plounged me in long nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'd rather welcome storms from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                         all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;Than seeing  our beloved people in Mid-land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt;Again immerge in the 10th storm .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-8960116820889988467?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/8960116820889988467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/10/bao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8960116820889988467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8960116820889988467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/10/bao.html' title='Bão - Storms'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/StO2sVTTplI/AAAAAAAAAR8/kt882JarYBg/s72-c/storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-8059468320033408500</id><published>2009-10-09T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:17:22.009-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cha'/><title type='text'>Bao Giờ Cho Đến Ngày Xưa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Ss7_ikhhZ2I/AAAAAAAAARs/G7_3TOJlg_U/s1600-h/dad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Ss7_ikhhZ2I/AAAAAAAAARs/G7_3TOJlg_U/s400/dad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390526773393975138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Ss7_KavWIxI/AAAAAAAAARk/6scGu8FLgM8/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Ss7_KavWIxI/AAAAAAAAARk/6scGu8FLgM8/s400/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390526358450742034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trưa nằm nghỉ. Giấc ngủ chập chờn. Muốn dậy, không dậy được. Muốn ngủ cho say, không say được. Nửa tỉnh nửa mơ con đã gặp cha. Cha về, khỏe mạnh. Cười với con, cha nói "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cái chiếu cha nằm hơi ngứa&lt;/span&gt;". Con bảo để con đun nước cho cha tắm. Thế mà khi vào bếp thì nồi nước lá đang trên bếp lửa réo rắt rồi! Mẹ bao giờ cũng thế! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tỉnh dậy con tiếc mãi sao con không được thấy cha nhiều hơn? Đã lâu lắm rồi, có tới hàng năm trời hôm nay con mới gặp lại cha trong giấc mơ của mình.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sinh thời vất vả gió sương&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(127, 0, 63); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sớm hôm mò mẫm bờ mương luống cày&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(127, 0, 63); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Con cua, cái ốc rời tay,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lưới, rồng, rau cháo qua ngày nuôi con.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(127, 0, 63); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bể đời chẳng chút vàng son&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(127, 0, 63); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lên rừng xuống biển cho con nên người.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(127, 0, 63); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bốn trai ba gái Người ơi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(127, 0, 63); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chúng con giờ đã lớn rồi, thiếu cha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(127, 0, 63); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bao giờ cho đến ngày xưa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(9/10/2009)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-8059468320033408500?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/8059468320033408500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/10/bao-gio-cho-en-ngay-xua.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8059468320033408500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8059468320033408500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/10/bao-gio-cho-en-ngay-xua.html' title='Bao Giờ Cho Đến Ngày Xưa!'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Ss7_ikhhZ2I/AAAAAAAAARs/G7_3TOJlg_U/s72-c/dad1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-2400779793181024366</id><published>2009-09-17T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:26:23.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dais - Bục giảng'/><title type='text'>The Innermost of the Dais - Nỗi niềm bục giảng</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SrLydZNfeeI/AAAAAAAAARc/gTT1y9fOs2o/s1600-h/IMG0306A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SrLydZNfeeI/AAAAAAAAARc/gTT1y9fOs2o/s400/IMG0306A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382631091458767330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SrLycxfW8vI/AAAAAAAAARU/bJC-ogy8D9w/s1600-h/IMG0304A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SrLycxfW8vI/AAAAAAAAARU/bJC-ogy8D9w/s400/IMG0304A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382631080796287730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             The Dais in classroom 10A10 - Bục giảng lớp 10A10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SrLycRyBvQI/AAAAAAAAARM/SnoAdofGjXI/s1600-h/IMG0303A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SrLycRyBvQI/AAAAAAAAARM/SnoAdofGjXI/s400/IMG0303A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382631072284654850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoe&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alas! You hurt me, Dais. My heel has broken! It is due to the fact that you are so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dais&lt;/span&gt;:   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, no! It is because you hurt me instead! I can't bear your weight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoe:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i must not sit there by the table, I can't stay still during class. And I must help my host doing her   teaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dais&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, dear. I don't want to damage you. I have been in this situation since last year. I was waiting for the   School Management all the year in the hope that they would put an eye on me in the summer when you had vacation. But now summer has passed already and they ignored me. Hundreds of shoes and sandles jump on me every day. How can i bear them? Just look into my body and you will see how much i have to try, how much i have been suffering. You must see that i'm much greater than the new four-storey building because i've come into exsistence here for over 6 years in comparision with 6 days after it was born! I'm made up of only sand with little cement! How can i be firm enough for your pointed heel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So you mean i must leave my host every time she works in this classroom? And she must work with bare foot? Today not only you hurt me but also you gave pain to her. Her lelf leg was injured. So poor she is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dais&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any way, you are more lucky than me because your host is good. She will emmediately glue you or find you another heel. But i'm not! I don't know how longer i will be in this situation. I have no trust in them. They just said but no action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:  Maybe they have many more important things to do than you and me, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:  And maybe We are nothing to them!&lt;br /&gt;In all, they are all blind and deaf! Just you, I and our teachers suffer from their irresponsibility!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giày&lt;/span&gt;:          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;Ái...........cậu làm tớ đau rồi bục giảng ơi! Đế tớ bong mất rồi chỉ vì cậu quá tệ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bục giảng&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 63); font-style: italic;"&gt;Cậu làm hại tớ thì có! Làm sao mà tớ chịu nổi sức nặng của cậu chứ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giày&lt;/span&gt;:          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;Nhưng tớ không thể ngồi một chỗ tại bàn giáo viên được, tớ không thể đứng yên trong giờ  học. Tớ phải giúp thân chủ của tớ khi cô ấy giảng bài.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bục giảng&lt;/span&gt;:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;Xin lỗi cậu nhé. tớ đâu có muốn hại cậu. Tớ đã bể nát như thế này từ năm học trước. Tớ đã chờ đợi BGH nhà trường cả năm với hy vọng họ sẽ để mắt đến tớ khi mà mọi người nghỉ hè. Nhưng mùa hè đã qua, và họ vẫn phớt lờ tớ. Hàng trăm chiếc giày, dép dẫm đạp lên tớ mỗi ngày! Làm sao tớ chịu nổi? Hãy nhìn sâu vào bản thân tớ cậu sẽ hiểu tớ đã cố gắng như thế nào, tớ đã phải chịu đựng như thế nào! So với dãy nhà 4 tầng kia tớ còn tuyệt hơn nhiều nhé ví tớ đã đúng đây hơn 6 năm trời rồi. Còn dãy nhà mới kia chỉ mới 6 ngày mà đã kêu trời rồi đó thôi! Nhìn tớ lại đi! tớ được tạo ra như thế này thì làm sao đủ vững chắc cho cái đế nhọn của cậu chứ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Giày&lt;/span&gt;:     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;Ý cậu muốn nói là tớ phải rời bỏ cô chủ của tớ? rằng cô ấy nên đi chân đất mỗi khi dạy ở lớp này? Hôm nay cậu không những làm hại tớ mà còn làm cô ấy đau nữa. Chân trái của cô ấy trẹo rồi! Tội nghiệp cho cô!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bục giảng&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;Dù sao thì cậu cũng còn may mắn hơn tớ vì cô chủ của cậu tốt bụng. Cô ấy sẽ ngay lập tức gắn lại đế cho cậu hoặc thay cho cậu một cái đế khác. Tớ thì không. Tớ không biết liệu mình sẽ chịu cảnh này thêm bao lâu nữa. Tớ không còn tin họ. Họ chỉ biết nói suông!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Giày&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;    Cậu ơi có thể là họ còn nhiều việc khác quan trọng hơn chúng ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bục giảng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Và cũng có thể chúng ta chẳng là gì của họ cả!&lt;br /&gt;Nói tóm lại, họ mù và điếc cả rồi. Chỉ có tớ, cậu và cô giáo của chúng ta phải chịu đựng sự vô trách nhiệm của họ mà thôi! botoanthan.com (bó toàn thân.com) rồi Giày ơi !!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-2400779793181024366?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/2400779793181024366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/innermost-of-dais-noi-niem-buc-giang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2400779793181024366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2400779793181024366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/innermost-of-dais-noi-niem-buc-giang.html' title='The Innermost of the Dais - Nỗi niềm bục giảng'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SrLydZNfeeI/AAAAAAAAARc/gTT1y9fOs2o/s72-c/IMG0306A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-2197625135913232530</id><published>2009-09-15T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:25:42.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tương Tư'/><title type='text'>Nói Dùm Ai Chữ Tương Tư</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Sq9csKBnAXI/AAAAAAAAARE/ABSNi4d94AE/s1600-h/tuongtu.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Sq9csKBnAXI/AAAAAAAAARE/ABSNi4d94AE/s400/tuongtu.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381621993406136690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Không muốn nhớ mà sao quay quắt nhớ&lt;/span&gt;" (*)&lt;br /&gt;                                 Cố quên đi nhưng khắc đậm trong lòng&lt;br /&gt;                                 Muốn vội vàng nhưng lại cứ thong dong&lt;br /&gt;                                 Muốn nói lời thương lại thốt thành "ghét lắm"&lt;br /&gt;                                 Lòng luôn gọi tên ai nhưng lời chẳng dám&lt;br /&gt;                                 Nước mắt bồng bềnh chở nặng tương tư!&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;br /&gt;                                 (*)Blog của Robinson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-2197625135913232530?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/2197625135913232530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/noi-dum-ai-chu-tuong-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2197625135913232530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2197625135913232530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/noi-dum-ai-chu-tuong-tu.html' title='Nói Dùm Ai Chữ Tương Tư'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Sq9csKBnAXI/AAAAAAAAARE/ABSNi4d94AE/s72-c/tuongtu.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-1079160272555476545</id><published>2009-09-14T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T17:49:27.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overusing the net'/><title type='text'>Overusing the Internet - Dùng Net Quá Nhiều</title><content type='html'>- Free all the afternoon, wandered on net. No mood for reading. Returned to TH's blogs. Felt some more understanding him. A mixture of missing and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;- Got calls from some students. Explained lessons to them on Yahoo becomes a joy. Felt life more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;- Also got some requests to add Yahoo ID, but refused just because none-sense and rubbish nick names. It turned out to be students when they called. Took time to explain the meaning of the nick names to them.&lt;br /&gt;- Got the bill of the Home Phone and Internet. 400.000d ! be blamed by husband for overusing the net.&lt;br /&gt;- What if not the PC? It has become part of my life!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;Buổi chiều rỗi rãi. Lướt web. Không có hứng đọc. Tìm blog của TH. Hiểu Th thêm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;Buồn nhớ đan xen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;- Mấy học trò gọi. Giảng bài cho các em trên yahoo trở thành niềm vui. Thấy cuộc đời thêm ý nghĩa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;- Mấy yêu cầu thêm vào danh sách Yahoo. Từ chối không cho chỉ vì thấy nick tối nghĩa và rác rưởi. Thì ra đó là học trò. Mất thời gian giảng giải cho các em về ý nghĩa của cái nick name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;- Nhận hóa đơn thanh toán tiền điện thoại bàn và internet tháng 8: 400.000đ. Bị chồng la về tội dùng net quá nhiều.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;- Làm gì đây nếu không với máy tính chứ? Nó đã trở thành một phần trong cuộc sống của mình rồi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-1079160272555476545?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/1079160272555476545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/overusing-internet-dung-net-qua-nhieu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1079160272555476545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1079160272555476545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/overusing-internet-dung-net-qua-nhieu.html' title='Overusing the Internet - Dùng Net Quá Nhiều'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-3397578312541696197</id><published>2009-09-13T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:08:19.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Sleeps'/><title type='text'>Broken Sleeps - Đêm Chập Chờn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Sq0NvkrrVLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6WaFRmQqLKI/s1600-h/loneliness_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Sq0NvkrrVLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6WaFRmQqLKI/s400/loneliness_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380972240729494706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       A night in Ha Noi with  my son. Difficult to get to sleep. Counted to thousands and sleep came but not long. It seemed a shout from somewhere that woke my heart up. Son is soundly sleeping beside. Why i felt so lonely? Mayb becoz  sons have their own life. They r adults, not in my lap as 10 years ago...Rain, storm, a gloomy day. Worry about the way home tomorrow. Considering if i should go somewhere with . He implored me.&lt;br /&gt;             Rain on and off, decided to b home. Night, talked to TH. Some strange feelings! Feel he is close. 11:48 went to bed. Again counted to thousands to call sleep. Again awoken up by some shapeless n soundless thing. TH's questions! They stirred my heart. Happened to feel the pillow wet . (Kapil disappeared)&lt;br /&gt;           5:30 AM, the alarm went off. Hurriedly prepared some noddle for breakfast then said goodbye to son. The bus was comfortable n fast. Got messages from TH n aaaa. Strange feelings toward TH. Soul stirred by his words. Never in my life had i had such kind of feelings! What is happening?Who am i?....Miss someone?????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Một đêm ở Hà Nội với con trai. Khó ngủ. Đếm đến cả nghìn mới chợp mắt được nhưng ngủ chẳng được lâu. Dường như một tiếng gọi từ đâu đó lại đánh thức mình. Con trai ngủ ngon bên mẹ ấy vậy mà sao ta lại vẫn cảm thấy cô đơn? Có lẽ là các con đã có thế giới riêng của chúng, chúng đã trưởng thành, không còn nằm trong lòng mẹ như 10 năm trước đây nữa...Mưa, bão, một ngày xám xịt. Lo lắng đường về ngày mai. Cân nhắc có nên đi chơi đâu đó với AAAAAAAaaa . Anh ấy năn nỉ.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      Mưa to rồi lại ngớt, cả ngày. Quyết định ở nhà. Đêm, trò chuyện với TH. Cảm thấy không bình thường. TH thật gần gũi. 11:48 đi ngủ. Lại đếm đến ngàn để mong tìm giấc ngủ. Lại bừng tỉnh bởi điều gì đó vô hình, vô thanh. Câu hỏi của TH ! Chúng khuấy động trái tim mình. Bỗng nhận ra rằng gối ướt! (Vẫn chẳng găp Kapil)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;       5:30 chuông báo thức reo. Vội vàng pha gói mì ăn sáng. Hết mưa. Dặn dò con rồi về. Xe thoải mái và chạy nhanh. Vừa lên xe thì nhận được tin nhắn của TH và . Cảm giác khác lạ đối với TH. Những lời nói của Th làm khuấy động lòng mình. Chưa bao giờ mình có cảm giác như vậy.Điều gì đang xảy ra nhỉ? Mình là ai chứ? (chả lẽ mình lại không biết mình là ai), .........????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-3397578312541696197?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/3397578312541696197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/broken-sleeps-em-chap-chon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/3397578312541696197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/3397578312541696197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/broken-sleeps-em-chap-chon.html' title='Broken Sleeps - Đêm Chập Chờn'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Sq0NvkrrVLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6WaFRmQqLKI/s72-c/loneliness_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-4961605590624505087</id><published>2009-09-10T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:13:22.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='an Innnermost (Trường chúng tôi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='một nỗi niềm)'/><title type='text'>Our School-An Innermost (Trường chúng tôi-Một Nỗi niềm)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkVWBc3VmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iGTK3C6xTds/s1600-h/IMG0271A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkT8ozbpfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9WPWIaii8sA/s320/IMG0267A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379853162336986610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkT8PLmRZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LkbVLnDaZ6o/s1600-h/IMG0231A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkT8PLmRZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LkbVLnDaZ6o/s320/IMG0231A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379853155459024274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkTHvnaoxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YsawDFS4p5w/s1600-h/IMG0228A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkTHvnaoxI/AAAAAAAAAP4/YsawDFS4p5w/s320/IMG0228A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379852253632570130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkTHcYHmEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yv--y7I-s8E/s1600-h/a+fear5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkTHcYHmEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yv--y7I-s8E/s320/a+fear5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379852248468133954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wet wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkTGxJaDcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/x6QR8EUxj4w/s1600-h/a+fear1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkTGxJaDcI/AAAAAAAAAPo/x6QR8EUxj4w/s320/a+fear1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379852236863704514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkTGT3JVyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/REGzBKuVPnw/s1600-h/a+fear4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkTGT3JVyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/REGzBKuVPnw/s320/a+fear4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379852229002483490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another wet wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkTGP6c2TI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1idtSRUOv8U/s1600-h/a+fear3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkTGP6c2TI/AAAAAAAAAPY/1idtSRUOv8U/s320/a+fear3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379852227942603058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after nearly 3 years waiting, We, teachers and students, can enter the new block of the classooms with joy. Needless to say everyone felt happy when working in the new rooms furnished with fans, lights, new desks and boards. I myself like to go up to the fourth floor just becauce it is windy, and from there I can admire the view of surroundings. It is so splendid. The School is the praise of us!&lt;br /&gt;So great was the happiness that last night i uploaded some pictures taken during my teaching at school on Zorpia with the desire that my international friends and former students of Đông Sơn High School can update good things here.&lt;br /&gt;But Alas! So short the joy is! This morning during the break, we were shocked to know that something bad has happened to the building: The 3rd floor is broken, The wall is wet with water from somewhere! That becomes a tumult among us. Worry and disappointement appeared on everyone's face! Finally after only 6 days coming into existence, The new block of the classrooms - A four - storey building with smart look has turned out to be a fear to us! We don't know for sure how it was built. Looking back on the desaster of the earthquake that brought enormous toll to the schools in Tứ Xuyên, China last year, we don't know how long will its life span be if there is a light shake and what is waiting for the life of hundreds of students including their teachers who are under the roof every day in the coming stormy and rainy season. May Gods bless all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuối cùng thì sau gần 3 năm chờ đợi, thầy trò trường THPT Đông Sơn I, Thanh Hóa chúng tôi cũng được bước vào dãy phòng học mới trong niềm vui hồ hởi. Khỏi phải nói, niềm vui hiện rõ trên gương mặt mỗi người khi được làm việc trong những căn phòng mới được trang bị đầy đủ quạt, bóng đèn, bàn ghế và bảng mới. Riêng tôi, tôi lại thích leo lên tầng 4 chỉ vì ở đây lộng gió. Cũng từ đây tôi có thể phóng tầm mắt chiêm ngưỡng cảnh vật xung quanh trường. Thật tuyệt! Ngôi trường là niềm tự hào của chúng tôi.&lt;br /&gt;Niềm vui lớn quá nên tối qua tôi đã upload nhiều ảnh tôi chụp cảnh trường lên trang web Zorpia.com với mong muốn rằng bạn bè quốc tế và các thế hệ cựu học sinh Đông Sơn I dõi theo được những bước đi tốt đẹp đang diễn ra ở đây.&lt;br /&gt;Thế mà, than ôi! niềm vui chưa tày gang thì nỗi lo ập tới. Sáng hôm nay trong giờ giải lao chúng tôi đã bị sốc khi biết rằng điều tồi tệ đã xảy ra với tòa nhà mới: Nền hành lang tầng 3 đã hỏng, Tường bị ngấm nước mà không biết nước từ đâu (cả tuần nay trời không mưa). Chuyên xôn xao! Nỗi lo lắng và thất vọng hiện rõ trên gương mặt mỗi người. Vậy là chỉ sau 6 ngày được đư vào sử dụng, tòa nhà mới 4 tầng khang trang ngạo nghễ kia đã trở thành sự lo lắng xen lẫn thất vọng của chúng tôi. Chúng tôi đâu biết nó đã được xây như thế nào. Nhớ lại thảm họa gây đau thương tang tóc cho các trường ở Tứ Xuyên Trung quốc trong trận động đất hồi nào, chúng tôi không biết rồi tòa nhà này sẽ đúng vững được bao lâu nếu có một cái lắc nhẹ của thần đất và điều gì đang đợi cuộc sống của hàng trăm học sinh và thầy cô của chúng, những người vẫn hàng ngày miệt mài học tập và giảng dạy trong các căn phòng kia trong mùa mưa bão tới. Cầu trời phù hộ cho tất cả chúng tôi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-4961605590624505087?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/4961605590624505087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-school-innermost-truong-chung-toi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/4961605590624505087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/4961605590624505087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/our-school-innermost-truong-chung-toi.html' title='Our School-An Innermost (Trường chúng tôi-Một Nỗi niềm)'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqkVWBc3VmI/AAAAAAAAAQo/iGTK3C6xTds/s72-c/IMG0271A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-2027089874740500444</id><published>2009-09-08T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:51:45.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why I write? Tại Sao Tôi Viết'/><title type='text'>Why I Write ? Tại Sao Tôi Viết?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqYcxJAXWTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/anNhiCMkgo0/s1600-h/apathetic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqYcxJAXWTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/anNhiCMkgo0/s400/apathetic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379018435497253170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        I'm not an author, but a person that likes writing. I write just simply because - as my friend Tue Hai said- i want to talk to myself, and to express my feelings. It is so meaningful to me when i get one who shares feelings with me.&lt;br /&gt;        Writing this, i happen to remember once when my friend, a teaher of English at my school, knew i sometimes write blogs, he told me "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you get mad, actually&lt;/strong&gt;"! I laughed but felt some sad. Then i find that the biggest gap in life is the soul gap! Nowadays sometimes people live with the superabundance of substance, but the soul somehow gets poorer! They become apathetic and glacial before crime and even beauty...!&lt;br /&gt;                  To me, one of the most human features is the ability of sharing feelings with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;        Tôi không phải là nhà văn, mà chỉ là một người thích viết. Tôi viết đơn giản là để trò chuyện với chính mình - như anh Tue Hai bạn tôi nói, và để nói lên những cảm xúc của mình thôi. Đối với tôi thật ý nghĩa biết bao khi có được người chia sẻ tâm tư. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;        Viết điều này làm tôi nhớ có lần một anh bạn cùng dạy T. A trong trường đã nói với tôi "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;cậu hâm thật rồi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;" khi biết tôi thỉnh thoảng viết blogs. Tôi cười mà cảm thấy buồn. Thì ra cái khoảng cách lớn nhất trong cuộc đời là khoảng cách về tâm hồn! Ngày nay con người đôi khi sống trong sự dư thừa về vật chất nhưng tâm hồn có vẻ như trở nên ngèo nàn hơn. Họ trở nên lãnh đạm thờ ơ trước tội ác và cái đẹp...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;         Với tôi, Một trong những nét đặc trưng mang tính con người nhất đó chính là khả năng biết chia sẻ cảm xúc với mọi người.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-2027089874740500444?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/2027089874740500444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-write-tai-sao-toi-viet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2027089874740500444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2027089874740500444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-write-tai-sao-toi-viet.html' title='Why I Write ? Tại Sao Tôi Viết?'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqYcxJAXWTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/anNhiCMkgo0/s72-c/apathetic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-8026276443278965611</id><published>2009-09-04T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T02:07:48.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The first time to Son La'/><title type='text'>The First Time To Son La - Lần đầu tới Sơn La</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHF-dYjoII/AAAAAAAAAPI/MDVZsQFz99E/s1600-h/IMG0217A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHF-dYjoII/AAAAAAAAAPI/MDVZsQFz99E/s400/IMG0217A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377797106887270530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on a stop on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDnPOs9lI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ft9TtPms-50/s1600-h/IMG0224A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDnPOs9lI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Ft9TtPms-50/s400/IMG0224A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377794508927596114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   On the way to Moc chau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDm_WTtGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o1sJ1BzIrqc/s1600-h/IMG0223A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDm_WTtGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/o1sJ1BzIrqc/s400/IMG0223A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377794504664527970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the way to Moc chau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDmXhjmHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bDZaNmTjPs8/s1600-h/IMG0214A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDmXhjmHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bDZaNmTjPs8/s400/IMG0214A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377794493974288498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDmOB970I/AAAAAAAAAOo/1XldhL2cToM/s1600-h/IMG0201A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDmOB970I/AAAAAAAAAOo/1XldhL2cToM/s400/IMG0201A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377794491425877826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDVIFfgeI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uNGJuDbs5jk/s1600-h/IMG0200A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDVIFfgeI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uNGJuDbs5jk/s400/IMG0200A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377794197772272098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; On the tea field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDUrpGjYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lUBtHqzErwM/s1600-h/IMG0207A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDUrpGjYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lUBtHqzErwM/s400/IMG0207A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377794190137003394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDUFU3aBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Gz0wcAC61sw/s1600-h/IMG0206A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHDUFU3aBI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Gz0wcAC61sw/s400/IMG0206A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377794179851577362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHC9y27UEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XdMdFPLgUtg/s1600-h/IMG0148A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHC9y27UEI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XdMdFPLgUtg/s400/IMG0148A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377793796937044034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                       a lake in a valley, Pine forest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHC9qt44GI/AAAAAAAAANw/5rpad7Tcn6c/s1600-h/IMG0147A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHC9qt44GI/AAAAAAAAANw/5rpad7Tcn6c/s400/IMG0147A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377793794751651938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHC9JNzqUI/AAAAAAAAANo/sp7X1JFrg_4/s1600-h/IMG0158A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHC9JNzqUI/AAAAAAAAANo/sp7X1JFrg_4/s400/IMG0158A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377793785758722370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A house on stilts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHC8qv2T1I/AAAAAAAAANg/PGHcw5wSUqU/s1600-h/IMG0152A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHC8qv2T1I/AAAAAAAAANg/PGHcw5wSUqU/s400/IMG0152A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377793777580003154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A beautiful ethnic girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHC8YposLI/AAAAAAAAANY/0Vq1v7wmpbM/s1600-h/IMG0149A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHC8YposLI/AAAAAAAAANY/0Vq1v7wmpbM/s400/IMG0149A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377793772722106546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the lake bank in a valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHCgjNYwTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6ZMBALzj0Bg/s1600-h/IMG0175A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHCgjNYwTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/6ZMBALzj0Bg/s400/IMG0175A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377793294520074546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's looking for a girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHCgEryc-I/AAAAAAAAANI/OOi05rBojUI/s1600-h/IMG0172A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHCgEryc-I/AAAAAAAAANI/OOi05rBojUI/s400/IMG0172A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377793286326088674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHCfnb9dfI/AAAAAAAAANA/v5riz8kzFVE/s1600-h/IMG0174A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHCfnb9dfI/AAAAAAAAANA/v5riz8kzFVE/s400/IMG0174A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377793278475073010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ethnic girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHCfUzBDII/AAAAAAAAAM4/X0sRsfQw4Ik/s1600-h/IMG0177A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHCfUzBDII/AAAAAAAAAM4/X0sRsfQw4Ik/s400/IMG0177A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377793273471503490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHCfJjX39I/AAAAAAAAAMw/4DQggx0TxLk/s1600-h/IMG0180A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHCfJjX39I/AAAAAAAAAMw/4DQggx0TxLk/s400/IMG0180A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377793270453100498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outside of the LOVE MARKET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  On the occassion of our Independence Day, 2nd 0f September, I was invited to Moc chau, Son La- one of the mountainous province in the Northwest area of my country- by one of my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;                 When small i was told about the Hoang Lien range by books. I had never thought that i can see it with my own eyes one day! It took nearly 6 hours to get to Moc Chau by bus. The National Road 6 meanders among the range of mountains like a huge snake screeping up and down. The scenery on the sides of the road is so splendid!  Ethnic people live in the valeys in  thatched cottages, so peaceful! If only I could be able to hold my homeland in my arms!&lt;br /&gt;                On the night of 2nd, September I attended a special traditon of Meo People- The &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE MARKET&lt;/span&gt;. It is held yearly in this time. Here there's nothing to sell and buy but the Meo Young find their life-partner! The young men and girls from remote villages rush to the place, called market, if a young man find a girl he likes, he asks for her permission and if the girl agrees, he can hold her hands and take her home to be his wife! It is so strange to me! The market is a colouful flood of people. Hundreds of couples are seen there. It is in that place that hundreds of families are formed. I also had chance to touch some of them, talk with them, and take picuters. They are so lovely and innocent. But one thing that makes me feel pity is that they are too young! They begin family life at the age of about 15, 16! They are at a so disadvantage compared with the Kinh People. How can they improve their lives????????????&lt;br /&gt;             Visiting the tea field recalled my school days when sometimes we attended the activity of collecting tea for the state-run Farm of Yen My. Many memories came up to my mind, i felt as if my classmated were chatting, laughing, singing and whispering around in the sunny noon.&lt;br /&gt;     The tree day trip finished with much thought in me. Mountainous people are benifited  from many special programes by the government but they still lead a poor life. May Gods bless you, my Ethnic Peoples! Your life will be much better than today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nhân dịp Lễ Quốc khánh 2-9, em họ tôi mời tôi lên Mộc Châu -Sơn La. Sơn la là một trong các tỉnh miền núi thuộc vùng Tây bắc Việt Nam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       Khi còn nhỏ tôi chỉ được biết đến dãy Hoàng Liên xa xăm qua những trang sách. Tôi đâu nghĩ rồi một ngày nào đó trong đời tôi lại có thể đến đây tận mắt chiêm ngưỡng nó! Chúng tôi đi xe đò gần 6 tiếng mới tới Mộc châu. Con đường Quốc lộ 6 uốn lượn giữa núi non như một con rắn khổng lồ đang trườn lên lại xuống. Phong cảnh 2 bên đường thật đẹp. Đồng bào các dân tộc thiểu số sinh sống trong các mái nhà tranh dưới thung lũng. Thật yên bình! Tôi ước chi mình có thể giang tay ôm gọn quê hương xinh đẹp vào lòng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Đêm 2-9, tôi có dịp tận mắt chứng kiến một phong tục đặc biệt của người Mèo Sơn La - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CHỢ TÌNH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Chợ tình diễn ra hàng năm vào dịp 2-9. Nói là chợ nhưng ở đây không bán, chẳng mua mà là nơi để trai gái người Mèo tìm bạn đời. Các chàng trai, cô gái từ các bản làng xa xôi tụ hội về đây. Nếu một chàng trai thấy thích một cô gái nào đó, chàng làm quen và nếu được sự đồng ý của nàng thì họ có thể nắm tay nhau dắt nhau về nhà chàng. Cô gái sẽ là vợ chàng từ hôm nay! Thật kỳ lạ ! Chợ Tình như một biển người với màu sắc rực rỡ. Ta có thể thấy hàng trăm cặp uyên ương ở đây. Nơi này chính là nơi hàng trăm gia đình được hình thành. Tôi đã có dịp tiếp xúc với họ, nói chuyện và chụp ảnh, chỉ tiếc là ban đêm! Họ thật là đáng yêu và hồn nhiên. Một điều làm tôi cảm thấy đáng tiếc cho họ là họ còn quá trẻ. Họ vướng vào cuộc sống gia đình khi chỉ mới 15, 16! Họ quá thiệt thòi so với người kinh, làm sao họ có thể cải thiện được cuộc sống đây?????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Thăm đồi chè của nông trường làm tôi nhớ lại thời học trò, thỉnh thoảng chúng tôi tham gia lao động hái chè cho Nông Trường Quốc Doanh Yên Mỹ. Bao nhiêu kỷ niệm ùa về. Tôi cảm thấy như còn văng vẳng đâu đây quanh tôi tiếng cười nói, và ca hát râm ran của bạn bè dưới ánh nắng ban trưa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;       Chuyến đi 3 ngày kết thúc với bao điều suy nghĩ trong tôi. Mặc dù đồng bào các dân tộc miền núi đang được hưởng nhiều chương trình đặc biệt của chính phủ, cuộc sống của họ vẫn còn nghèo và lạc hậu quá. Cầu trời phù hộ đồng bào tôi, để Cuộc sống của họ sẽ thay đổi nhiều hơn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-8026276443278965611?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/8026276443278965611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-time-to-son-la-lan-au-toi-son-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8026276443278965611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8026276443278965611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-time-to-son-la-lan-au-toi-son-la.html' title='The First Time To Son La - Lần đầu tới Sơn La'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SqHF-dYjoII/AAAAAAAAAPI/MDVZsQFz99E/s72-c/IMG0217A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-8475289517747407082</id><published>2009-08-30T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:52:16.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Buddhist Holiday'/><title type='text'>The Buddhist Holiday (Lễ Vu Lan, rằm tháng 7 âm lịch)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SpqiG5qNi0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/capLeCSjHm8/s1600-h/the+burial+ground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SpqiG5qNi0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/capLeCSjHm8/s400/the+burial+ground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375787344660892482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The burrial Ground of my village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Spqh5JCeT0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/zl9H-vHEeJs/s1600-h/Mum+with+Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Spqh5JCeT0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/zl9H-vHEeJs/s400/Mum+with+Dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375787108271017794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mum: "I'm visiting you, honey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Spqh4Z_r8HI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hd9Dnd0on9Q/s1600-h/I%27m+in+ur+lap,+Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/Spqh4Z_r8HI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hd9Dnd0on9Q/s400/I%27m+in+ur+lap,+Dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375787095642861682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am in ur lap, listening to ur lulling n avoiding the heat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                      from the Sun, Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         On the occasion of the Buddhist Hoilday 15th of July of Lunar year, I visited my Mum. This holiday is one of very nice traditions in which we show our gratefulness and appreciation to our ancestors in my country. Before this day, we do all good things to build, renew and decorate the tombs of our ancestor. And on this very important day, we all have a tray of steamed glutinous rice and plain boiled chicken together with kinds of fruit on the alters. We pray for our ancestor's souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;         Visiting my Dad's tombs, i missed him so much. It seemed as if he were there lulling my younger sisters and brothers to sleep, as if he were there teaching us sing and dance on the yard in the nice moon every night after work! Dad devoted all their life working for the family, did many jobs as fishing, collecting fire wood...for our meals. We, 7 of us grew up in their laps thoughtlessly. Hard life, but the home was full of laughter. Only when mature did i realised that Mum and Dad had pretended not to be hungry so many times to give their shares to us! They did their best to give us our schooling in the hope that we would get brighter future in comparison with theirs. Thanks for their strictness we all got University Education. But when we got this, their hair became grey, their backs bent! and one day in 1999 on 3rd of May (lunar year) Dad left us! Time has passed so quickly, We, Mum n us have managed without him for 10 years! If only i could be back to the hard days when Dad sat there beside Mum looking at us singing and dancing with a warm smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;               &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Nhân dịp lễ Vu Lan rằm tháng 7 âm lịch, tôi về thăm mẹ. Lễ vu lan là một trong những tập tục đẹp của người theo Đạo Phật chúng tôi, đây là dịp để con cháu thể hiện sự biết ơn đối với tổ tiên. Trước rằm, chúng tôi làm mọi việc tốt đẹp để xây, tu bổ và trang trí mộ chí cho ông bà, cha mẹ. Vào ngày rằm trên bàn thờ tổ mọi nhà đều có mâm xôi gà và các loại hoa quả. chúng tôi cầu nguyện cho linh hồn tổ tiên được siêu thoát nơi suối vàng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;               Thăm mộ Cha, tôi nhớ Người quá! Cứ như là văng vẳng đâu đây tiếng Cha ru các em tôi ngủ. Cứ như là cha đang dạy chị em tôi múa hát dưới ánh trăng trước hiên nhà mỗi khi cha mẹ xong việc. Cha đã dành trọn cuộc đời mình cho cuộc sống gia đình, làm đủ mọi việc từ đánh cá, kiếm củi... để đổi lấy bữa gạo cho chúng tôi. Bảy chị em tôi đã lớn lên trong vòng tay yêu thương của Cha mẹ một cách vô tư lự.Cuộc sống thiếu thốn nhưng nhà lúc nào cũng đầy ắp tiếng cười. Chỉ sau này khi trưởng thành tôi mới hiểu ra rằng Cha Mẹ đã bao lần giả vờ không đói bụng để nhường cơm cho chúng tôi! Cha Mẹ đã làm hết sức mình để chúng tôi không thất học với hy vọng chị em tôi sẽ có tương lai sáng sủa hơn Cha mẹ. Nhờ sự nghiêm khắc của họ mà 7 chị em tôi đều đã tốt nghiệp Đại Học. Nhưng khi chúng tôi có được cái chữ, thì tóc Cha Me đã bạc, lưng mẹ đã còng. Và một ngày năm 1999, 3-5 âm lịch Cha đã bỏ chúng tôi lại trên đời với mẹ! Thời gian trôi đi nhanh quá, thấm thoát đã 10 năm Mẹ và chúng tôi sống thiếu cha. Giá như tôi có thể trở lại thuở hàn vi để được một lần nhìn thấy Cha ngồi đó bên Mẹ nhìn chị em tôi múa hát với nụ cười ấm áp trên môi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-8475289517747407082?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/8475289517747407082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/buddhist-holiday-le-vu-lan-ram-thang-7.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8475289517747407082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8475289517747407082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/buddhist-holiday-le-vu-lan-ram-thang-7.html' title='The Buddhist Holiday (Lễ Vu Lan, rằm tháng 7 âm lịch)'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SpqiG5qNi0I/AAAAAAAAAMo/capLeCSjHm8/s72-c/the+burial+ground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-4941153242505078324</id><published>2009-08-21T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:07:37.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friend&apos;s true love story'/><title type='text'>My Friend's True Love Story - A true Story! (Chuyện tình của chính bạn tôi)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/So92wOMn1BI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8tJ7FgPyu_k/s1600-h/fairy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/So92wOMn1BI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8tJ7FgPyu_k/s400/fairy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372643451293127698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(To S n his g/f)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;            They met accidentally in the air. Love came to them as rapidly as a strong wind from the ocean, as violently as storms from deserts, as the flood from upper reaches. Many nice plans  were created for the day of meeting... Then a dreaming home  was  eventually built in heaven for the two lovers. They were ready to be hand in hand getting there when a rain poured down. The house melted, mixed with the rain pouring into the eyes of theirs on the half way to happiness. Life changed! The guy had to get on another turning due to the traditional custom, left her there between the sky and the ocean. She collapsed like a bird shot! He  has got new life, feeling pity for her . She managed to stand up and tried to forget him, but half failed: She can stand up but is not able get rid of his image in her heart and mind...&lt;br /&gt;   Time has passed, they both realise that love is there, remains between them, as great as the distance from him to her, the continental distance, as violent as storms from deserts, as floods from upper reaches and as deep as the sea bottom despite no touch and contact. Sometimes his silence makes her hurt but she wishes he would get his own life then it turns to be her happiness. But things is different. Bad things happened to him! Hearing that he had a narrow escape from an accident made her feel regretful... . He becomes so many things to her.&lt;br /&gt;      Anyway, He is there, alive. That's enough for her! Gods love them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                        Two injured hearts&lt;br /&gt;                        Still be apart&lt;br /&gt;                     Yet love long lasts.&lt;br /&gt;                  Love will help find way for their hearts&lt;br /&gt;                  to heal fast.&lt;br /&gt;                    Then one day when time has passed&lt;br /&gt;                    I can see them two&lt;br /&gt;                     Hand in hand on the way to the home&lt;br /&gt;                      Like which they dreamed in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Hai người gặp nhau trong vũ trụ. Rồi tình yêu đến nhanh như một cơn gió từ biển khơi, ào ào như những trận bão từ sa mạc, điên cuồng như thác trên nguồn đỏ xuống. Họ có biết bao điều dự định. Họ đã xây cho mình một mái ấm nơi thiên đường. Họ đã sẵn sàng dắt tay nhau về ngôi nhà hạnh phúc thì trời bỗng đổ mưa. Ngôi nhà tan chảy hòa vào cơn mưa xối xuống mắt của đôi tình nhân. Cuộc đời thay đổi. Chàng trai phải rẽ sang ngang do phong tục tập quán nơi quê anh, để lại người yêu cô đơn giữa mênh mông trời biển. Cô sụp đổ như một con chim bị trúng đạn. Chàng trai có cuộc sống mới và thấy thương cho cô. Cô gắng gượng đứng lên và cố quên chàng nhưng cô chỉ có thể đứng lên còn quên chàng thì không...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;        Thời gian thấm thoát trôi đi và họ nhận ra rằng tình yêu vẫn còn đó giữa hai người, lớn như khoảng cách giữa họ - Cái khoảng cách nghìn trùng châu lục, vẫn ào ào như những trận bão từ sa mạc, vẫn điên cuồng như thác từ trên nguồn đổ xuống và thẳm sâu như đáy đại dương mặc dù bặt tin tức. Đôi khi sự im lặng của chàng làm cô đau khổ nhưng rồi ước mong chàng có một cuộc sống mới hạnh phúc đã trở thành niềm vui của cô. Nhưng sự đời không như thế. Chàng đã gặp chuyện chẳng lành. Khi chàng cho cô biết anh đã thoát chết trong một vụ tai nạn giao thông đã khiến cô ân hận... Chàng có ý nghĩa với cô biết nhường nào!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dù sao thì chàng vẫn còn đó trên đời, với cô như thế là đủ rồi! Chúa đã thương tình!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       Hai con tim tổn thương&lt;br /&gt;sống trong cách biệt&lt;br /&gt;Mà tình yêu tha thiết&lt;br /&gt;Vẫn gắn bó hai người.&lt;br /&gt;Xin lạy đất trời làm lành vết thương cho họ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Để một ngày nào đó tôi có thể chứng kiến họ đưa nhau về ngôi nhà hạnh phúc mà họ đã từng mơ ước khi xưa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-4941153242505078324?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/4941153242505078324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-friends-love-story-true-storychuyen.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/4941153242505078324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/4941153242505078324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-friends-love-story-true-storychuyen.html' title='My Friend&apos;s True Love Story - A true Story! (Chuyện tình của chính bạn tôi)'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/So92wOMn1BI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8tJ7FgPyu_k/s72-c/fairy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-8894797330146225571</id><published>2009-08-18T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:25:55.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The first day of the new school year 2009-2010'/><title type='text'>The First Day Of The New School Year 2009-2010 (Ngày Đầu Năm Học Mới 2009-2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoqrUwXY2eI/AAAAAAAAALs/DKq-lQoVKfg/s1600-h/IMG0083A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoqrUwXY2eI/AAAAAAAAALs/DKq-lQoVKfg/s400/IMG0083A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371293878661470690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Justify Full" class="gl_align_full" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoqrUnaML_I/AAAAAAAAALk/3PPSec0dfa4/s1600-h/IMG0082A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoqrUnaML_I/AAAAAAAAALk/3PPSec0dfa4/s400/IMG0082A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371293876257304562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoqrUM-AOvI/AAAAAAAAALc/PS1UHhZqqJs/s1600-h/IMG0080A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoqrUM-AOvI/AAAAAAAAALc/PS1UHhZqqJs/s400/IMG0080A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371293869159758578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoqrTi0lvSI/AAAAAAAAALU/IHcNeGV9Pk4/s1600-h/IMG0079A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoqrTi0lvSI/AAAAAAAAALU/IHcNeGV9Pk4/s400/IMG0079A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371293857845984546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoqrTa1S_8I/AAAAAAAAALM/olPSQ055fUU/s1600-h/IMG0080A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoqrTa1S_8I/AAAAAAAAALM/olPSQ055fUU/s400/IMG0080A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371293855701467074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despite of getting bored with some of those being involved in the teaching career, the feelings of the first day going to school was full in me. I felt excited! Many questions came up in my mind: How r the new students? Will they be better than the former? Do they love English? If they don't what should I do in this very first day? No, they must like it! just becoz I myself love them! And I happened to sing to myself the song "The first day going to school" as soon as getting on the bike. The song followed me to the class. Class 12 A6 really made a nice impression on me on this very first time! "I hope that you will help me get rid of the boredom in me and fill in with love to you, my students! You are my hope, my happiness...You are very many things to me!", I said to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mặc dù chán ngấy một số ... liên quan đến việc dạy dỗ ở trường, Cảm giác của ngày đầu đến lớp vẫn tràn ngập trong tôi. Tôi cảm thấy hồi hộp. Bao nhiêu câu hỏi ùa về: Học sinh năm nay thế nào? Các em có khá hơn khóa trước không? Chúng có thích học Tiếng anh không? Nếu chúng không thích thì tôi phải làm gì trong buổi học đầu tiên này? Không, Các em phải thích học, chỉ vì tôi yêu các em! Và khi lên xe tới trường, tôi bất chợt hát cho mình nghe bài hát "Ngày đầu tiên đi học". Bài hát đã theo tôi đến cửa lớp. Lớp 12A6 đã để lại ấn tượng đẹp trong tôi ngay buổi học đầu tiên. Tôi thầm nói với chính mình "Hy vọng rằng các em sẽ giúp cô quên hết sự chán chường và tiếp cho cô thêm tình yêu với các em. Các em chính là niềm tin yêu, hy vọng và hạnh phúc của cô... Các em có ý nghĩa với cô biết nhường nào!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-8894797330146225571?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/8894797330146225571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-new-school-year-2009-2010_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8894797330146225571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8894797330146225571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-new-school-year-2009-2010_18.html' title='The First Day Of The New School Year 2009-2010 (Ngày Đầu Năm Học Mới 2009-2010)'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoqrUwXY2eI/AAAAAAAAALs/DKq-lQoVKfg/s72-c/IMG0083A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-7042538618434393640</id><published>2009-08-18T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:35:00.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day Of The New School Year 2009-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-7042538618434393640?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/7042538618434393640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-new-school-year-2009-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/7042538618434393640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/7042538618434393640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-new-school-year-2009-2010.html' title='The First Day Of The New School Year 2009-2010'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-778567687927108859</id><published>2009-08-15T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:34:08.880-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood Of Love'/><title type='text'>Blood Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SobomJUQgEI/AAAAAAAAALE/6I83AtL_cDY/s1600-h/318411-11-ocean-of-tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SobomJUQgEI/AAAAAAAAALE/6I83AtL_cDY/s400/318411-11-ocean-of-tears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370235347719454786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waken up by a sound somewhere from the air&lt;br /&gt;She happened to call that guy&lt;br /&gt;Without remembering a thing and no feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Her sound-itself woke the mind&lt;br /&gt;And the eyes up at the same time&lt;br /&gt;A long with the heart thrust with a sudden stinging.&lt;br /&gt;Then completely did she realize&lt;br /&gt;That the guy-a shooting pain in every night&lt;br /&gt;Is that who makes her eyes a sea of tides&lt;br /&gt;And in love did she find&lt;br /&gt;It is tears that she calls "blood of love" in her life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-778567687927108859?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/778567687927108859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/blood-of-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/778567687927108859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/778567687927108859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/blood-of-love.html' title='Blood Of Love'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SobomJUQgEI/AAAAAAAAALE/6I83AtL_cDY/s72-c/318411-11-ocean-of-tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-8712054398374530816</id><published>2009-08-13T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:36:46.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirationa'/><title type='text'>Finding Inspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoQywBpWFGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WbNf5tbk42Q/s1600-h/osprey-spirit-soar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoQyC6F3pZI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S2U2cXfUBOc/s400/inspiration1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369471681267475858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-8712054398374530816?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/8712054398374530816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/finding-inspirations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8712054398374530816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/8712054398374530816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/finding-inspirations.html' title='Finding Inspirations'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoQywBpWFGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/WbNf5tbk42Q/s72-c/osprey-spirit-soar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-1506586791890297187</id><published>2009-08-13T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:35:50.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A talk with a friend'/><title type='text'>A talk With A friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoPpeVMtAXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hHayOFXxPkI/s1600-h/cagedbird1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoPpeVMtAXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hHayOFXxPkI/s400/cagedbird1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369391888051536242" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoPpd35_GYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MLt4qTil920/s1600-h/cagedbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoPpd35_GYI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MLt4qTil920/s400/cagedbird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369391880188402050" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/font&gt;:                   Oh dear, Nothing is more boring&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;                                        Than being a bird in the cage!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your friend&lt;/font&gt;:            But you are free and no cage is here. Why you seem bored? You have a&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;                                        warm and fresh heart and a smart mind. You can do many things that many &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;                                        people cannot. You have won your students' hearts as well. They love you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;                                       That's enough for a teacher!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/font&gt;:                                 You are right to some aspects. But here in our society exists an an&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;                        unseen and shapeless cage. And it gives much more impact than any kinds.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your friend&lt;/font&gt;:           Don't be so much imaginative! We all think that you are  a happy person with&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;                                      a perfect fmily; a good hubby, smart sons, good teaching carrer.                          And one                       important thing is that you are a competent teacher.&lt;br /&gt;                        Students of generations are proud of you. they love you. So What  cage  is &lt;br /&gt;                        here?                  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/font&gt;:                               That you say is not enough! I'm a voracious person. I want to do much:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;                                       go far, do things i have never done before, meet with people outside our&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;                                       country, teach children in Angola, walk on desert...!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your friend&lt;/font&gt;:          Oh, so easy dear. You can do all these by &lt;font style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Google.com&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/font&gt;:                                But how do you feel when you must obey and co-orperate with an authority&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;                                     that you don't respect and esteem enough? When you must sit there and listen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;                                     to a mean, incompetent and contemptible leader preaching?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your friend&lt;/font&gt;:         You just ignore his speech!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/font&gt;:                               How how how how how how .............?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;                         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;               Nothing is more disappointing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;              than you have a heart and mind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;              But you can't do things that you like.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;              Nothig is duller&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;              than you have arms and legs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;              But just sit here to complain to yourself&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;              With your eyes open but must see nothing,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;              Your ears healthy but must be deafened.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;     &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;              &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it much more than a bird in the cage &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                     Or is it the same as being alive but dead?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chuyện trò với một người bạn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bạn&lt;/font&gt;:                         Chẳng có gì lại chán hơn là làm một con chim ở trong lồng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Người bạn&lt;/font&gt;:    Nhưng chị tự do mà, có ai cấm chị đâu? chị có một con tim nhân hậu, một trí&lt;br /&gt;                              tuệ khả ái. Chị có thể làm được nhiều việc mà nhiều người không làm được&lt;br /&gt;                              đó thôi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bạn&lt;/font&gt;:                       Ở khía cạnh nào đó thì em đúng rồi. Nhưng thời nay, ở đây vẫn tồn tại một loại&lt;br /&gt;                             lồng vô hình em ạ. Nó còn có sức mạnh hơn nhiều so với các loại lồng khác.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Người bạn&lt;/font&gt;:   Đừng quá tưởng tượng như thế chị ơi! Ai cũng nghĩ rằng chị là người hạnh phúc.&lt;br /&gt;                             Chị có một gia đình tuyệt vời với một người chồng tốt, hai đứa con trai thông&lt;br /&gt;                             minh, có nghề nghiệp ổn định. Và điều quan trọng nữa là chị là một GV có năng&lt;br /&gt;                 lực. Các thế hệ học trò tự hào về chị, yêu quý chị. Đâu phải thầy cô nào cũng&lt;br /&gt;                            chinh phục được trái tim học trò đâu? Vậy cái "lồng" nào ở đây ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bạn&lt;/font&gt;:                     Những điều em nói chưa đủ với chị. Chị là người tham lam mà! chị muốn làm&lt;br /&gt;                            nhiều lắm: muốn được đi xa, muốn làm điều mà mình chưa hề làm trước đây,&lt;br /&gt;                muốn gặp gỡ và tiếp xúc với bạn bè quốc tế, chị muốn dạy trẻ em Angola,&lt;br /&gt;                muốn đi trên sa mạc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Người bạn&lt;/font&gt;:   Ồ, tưởng gì! Dễ thôi mà chị. Chị có thể làm những gì chị muốn trên&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Google.com&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bạn:&lt;/font&gt;                       Nhưng em cảm thấy thế nào khi mà em phải làm việc dưới sự điều hành của&lt;br /&gt;                               người mà em không đủ tôn trọng? khi mà em phải ngồi đó để nghe một người&lt;br /&gt;                               tầm thường, thiếu năng lực và đáng khinh rao giảng về đạo đức?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Người bạn&lt;/font&gt;:    Ồ, tưởng gì! Thì chị phớt lờ những lời nói của hắn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bạn&lt;/font&gt;:                        Bằng cách nào, cách nào, cách nào cách nào.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dù sao thì&lt;/font&gt;...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman"&gt;Không gì thất vọng hơn khi bạn có con tim và khối óc mà lại chẳng thể làm được điều bạn muốn. Không gì chán hơn khi bạn có đôi chân, đôi tay mà lại phải ngồi mà than vãn. Với đôi mắt mở to mà không được trông thấy điều gì. Với đôi tai khỏe lành lặn mà không được nghe điều gì. &lt;font style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Đó chẳng phải là còn tệ hơn cả một con chim trong lồng sao? Hay là giống như Sống đó mà chết đó&lt;/font&gt; em????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;font class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-1506586791890297187?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/1506586791890297187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-oh-dear-nothing-is-more-boring-than.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1506586791890297187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1506586791890297187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-oh-dear-nothing-is-more-boring-than.html' title='A talk With A friend'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SoPpeVMtAXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hHayOFXxPkI/s72-c/cagedbird1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-1504550560631612412</id><published>2009-08-05T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:17:33.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to my friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnpnNrNNIeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/b_0BtylrwVU/s1600-h/PARDEEP+064.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366715390599438818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnpnNrNNIeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/b_0BtylrwVU/s400/PARDEEP+064.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You ask me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who is that V in my "Maybe"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I think you know who V is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And in love, sometimes we must be canny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So forgive me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For not replying who V is!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-1504550560631612412?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/1504550560631612412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1504550560631612412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1504550560631612412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-my-friends.html' title='to my friends'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnpnNrNNIeI/AAAAAAAAAJY/b_0BtylrwVU/s72-c/PARDEEP+064.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-1788831910929053958</id><published>2009-08-04T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:28:46.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can't delete things deep in our heart and mind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnjsbWhX_AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KLW6bFa3H_4/s1600-h/V9,june091.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnjsbWhX_AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KLW6bFa3H_4/s400/V9,june091.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366298910658132994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       After all, it is no use trying to forget things that made deep hole in ur heart n mind! Love is so uncanny! U get quarrel then love more. You swear to stop talking, then miss more. U swear to revenge urself on him/her then u find replacement But even when u get another one with u, the space in ur soul seems to get larger! Then the larger the space in ur soul, the more u love him/her! U both can't leave each other in spite of no contact! That is a pure love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Rốt cuộc, có cố gắng để quên đi những điều đã hằn sâu trong tâm trí bạn thì cũng vô ích thôi! TY thật là kỳ lạ ! Bạn cãi nhau rồi lại yêu nhau hơn. Bạn thề là không thèm nói chuyện với người ta nữa nhưng lại nhớ người ta hơn. Bạn thề là sẽ trả thù người ta và bạn tìm người thay thế. Nhưng ngay cả khi bạn có người khác bên mình, khoảng trống trong tâm hồn bạn dường như lại càng lớn hơn! Khoảng trống càng lớn  bạn càng yêu người ta! Và 2 người không thể xa nhau cho dù không hề gặp mặt! Đó chính là TY trong sáng đấy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-1788831910929053958?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/1788831910929053958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-all-it-is-no-use-trying-to-forget.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1788831910929053958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1788831910929053958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/after-all-it-is-no-use-trying-to-forget.html' title='We can&apos;t delete things deep in our heart and mind!'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnjsbWhX_AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KLW6bFa3H_4/s72-c/V9,june091.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-2192889296812569932</id><published>2009-08-04T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:30:57.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What will our future generations be if...?'/><title type='text'>What will our future generations be like if...?Con chau chung ta se ra sao neu...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnjelVyZuTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8GuQyKVMPIE/s1600-h/lazy_student.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnjelVyZuTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8GuQyKVMPIE/s320/lazy_student.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366283689097017650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnjelWKQA2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/HvEMJvjgycE/s1600-h/Wikipedia-Cheating-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnjelWKQA2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/HvEMJvjgycE/s320/Wikipedia-Cheating-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366283689197044578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnjelDrmv_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tCt7Nlzk7jw/s1600-h/Cell-Cheating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnjelDrmv_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/tCt7Nlzk7jw/s320/Cell-Cheating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366283684236673010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a high school teacher, witnessing the irresponsibility of students for themselves and the changing in teaching career, I become much worried about what our future generations will be like if their teachers are among the lazy students today! Good and smart students don't want to become teachers. Only 0ne out off 540 students in my school applied for University of Pedagogy! When young, my ideal was to become a teacher, and it came true. Needless to say, it was my happiness. And after over half of my life devoted to teaching, i happen to feel it some failure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;   Mang theo cái nghiệp làm Thầy, chứng kiến sự thiếu trách nhiệm của học sinh đối với bản thân, chứng kiến những bước đi của nghề, mà lo không biết rồi các thế hệ con cháu mai sau sẽ học hành ra sao nếu thầy cô của chúng là thế hệ HS hiện nay- bởi lẽ, HS giỏi không vào sư phạm! Làm cô giáo-đó là ước mơ của tôi  một thời tuổi trẻ. Ươc mơ thành hiện thực, hơn nửa cuộc đời gắn bó với bảng đen- phấn trắng, nay lại bảng trắng-bút đen, bỗng thấy mình thất bại!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-2192889296812569932?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/2192889296812569932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-will-our-future-generations-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2192889296812569932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2192889296812569932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-will-our-future-generations-be.html' title='What will our future generations be like if...?Con chau chung ta se ra sao neu...?'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnjelVyZuTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8GuQyKVMPIE/s72-c/lazy_student.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-2054607905662716529</id><published>2009-08-04T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:57:33.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain reminded me of my childhood'/><title type='text'>Rain In Ha Noi - Mua Ha Noi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnhLa8r2TjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/18h5P_l2qxM/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnhLa8r2TjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/18h5P_l2qxM/s320/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366121882350669362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnhLatPZ7DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Rie43Bu1Qjs/s1600-h/rain1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnhLatPZ7DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Rie43Bu1Qjs/s320/rain1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366121878204836914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnhLavsmaGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/tfcMRkRhjcw/s1600-h/rain2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnhLavsmaGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/tfcMRkRhjcw/s320/rain2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366121878864160866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;        Early morning waken up by heavy falling rain, never have I witnessed a heavier rain than this since I came to Hanoi (over than a month)! The rain reminded me òf my childhood in home village: A small girl in the field in the hot sun was catching fish and crab when it suddenly rained! So happy was she that she sat down on the grassy bank, looked up the sky catching the falling rain into the mouth...! In rainy season, the road to the village was so muddy, The bare foot girl many times got to school with wet n dirty clothes, but never mind. She ignored classmates' teases! Once she and another girl were crossing the bridge made of a log of coconut tree, in the half way, looking down on the swift-flowing water, she felt dizzy n couldn't step more then fell off the bridge! Luckily she was able to swim! Ìf only I could visit my childhood so that i would ride on the buffalo's back every late afternoon especially when it rained! Every time doing that, i imagined how Ms. Trưng and Ms. Triệu rode on their elephant backs in our nation's resistance against enemies. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;   The rain, the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U accompanied me through my childhood in Motherland.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;       But stop please, dear; otherwise; Ha Noi will be again flooded. My people can't find ways to work, Everything will be stuck, Car and motorbike engines will stop working on the roads..., traffic jams will occur. It is enough for today, rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;Đầu sáng bừng tỉnh giấc vì tiếng mưa rơi. Đây là cơn mưa lớn nhất mà mình thấy kể từ hơn 1 tháng khi ra Hà Nội. Mưa gợi cho mình nhớ về thời thơ ấu nơi làng quê: Một cô bé giữa cánh đồng trời nắng chang chang đang mò cua bắt cá thì bỗng dưng trời đổ mưa. Cô bé thích thú ngồi phệt lên bờ cỏ, ngửa mặt hứng những hạt mưa vào miệng... Vào mùa mưa, đường làng lầy lội, cô bé chân trần nhiều hôm đến trường mà quần áo lấm lem bùn đất, nhưng không hề chi. Cô mặc kệ bạn bè trêu chọc. Có lần cô và một người bạn đang đi qua một cây cầu bắc qua sông nông giang, cầu được làm bằng thân cây dừa, khi đến giữa dòng, nhìn xuống dòng nước chảy xiết cô bé chóng mặt không đi tiếp được nữa và ngã tùm xuống sông. Thật may là cô bé biết bơi ! Ước chi ta có thể trở về tuổi thơ để lại được cưỡi trên lưng trâu mỗi chiều về nhất là những chiều trời bất chợt đổ mưa! Để mỗi khi ngồi trên lưng trâu ta lại tưởng tượng Bà Trưng, Bà Triệu  đã cưỡi voi đánh đuổi giặc ngoại xâm như thế nào! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;Mưa! Mưa!! Em đã cùng ta đi qua tuổi ấu thơ trên quê mẹ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 63);"&gt;         Nhưng hôm nay thế là đủ rồi, đừng mưa nữa Mưa ơi. Nếu không, Hà nội sẽ lại chìm trong nước! Mọi người sẽ không thể đi làm, mọi thứ sẽ tắc, xe ô tô, xe máy sẽ chết máy giữa đường... sẽ tắc nghẽn giao thông. Hôm nay thế là đủ rồi Mưa ơi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                         (Written in Ha Noi, July 20th 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-2054607905662716529?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/2054607905662716529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-in-ha-noi-mua-ha-noi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2054607905662716529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2054607905662716529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/rain-in-ha-noi-mua-ha-noi.html' title='Rain In Ha Noi - Mua Ha Noi'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnhLa8r2TjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/18h5P_l2qxM/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-1829831921240624809</id><published>2009-08-04T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:22:48.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I? (Em la ai?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnfvUuaI9gI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9cRQNyw2q0w/s1600-h/3253861907_9e8386d441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnfvUuaI9gI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9cRQNyw2q0w/s400/3253861907_9e8386d441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366020620369327618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WHO AM I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                     To a writer friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                   We've known for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                   I find your heart and mind strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                   like your writing style, Am I wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                  You ask me who am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                  I say; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My Mum's daughter&lt;/span&gt;" in reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                  Then you want to know my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                  I say; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;As high as my head can provide.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                 You don't know I feel too shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                  to tell one about my size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                 You tell me that I can write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                 But  never have before I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                You ask me not to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                As a writer never keeps emotion inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                I want you not to let me fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                               Just look into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                               Then if you can read what's in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                               You will know WHO AM I !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                     &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;EM LÀ AI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;                         Gửi một người bạn nhà văn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt; Chúng mình biết nhau đã lâu rồi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt; Em nhận ra là anh có một trái tim và trí tuệ khỏe khoắn&lt;br /&gt;như lối viết văn của anh vậy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt; Không biết em nói có đúng không?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Anh hỏi em, em là ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Em bảo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;em là con gái mẹ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Anh lại hỏi em cao bao nhiêu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Em trả lời &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;em cao bằng cái đầu của mình&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Anh đâu biết rằng em rất mắc cỡ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;khi nói cho ai về dáng vóc thân hình.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Anh bảo em rằng em có thể viết văn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Nhưng anh ơi em chưa từng thử sức.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Anh lại bảo nhà văn ai lại thế,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Chẳng bao giờ  che dấu tâm tư.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Nhưng em muốn anh đừng cố phỉnh lừa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Em không muốn ai cho đi tàu bay giấy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Mà hãy nhìn sâu vào mắt em tận đáy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Và  đọc đúng cái điều em nói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 127);"&gt;Thì anh đã biết rồi em chính là ai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Written on July, 23rd 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-1829831921240624809?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/1829831921240624809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-am-i-em-la-ai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1829831921240624809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/1829831921240624809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-am-i-em-la-ai.html' title='Who Am I? (Em la ai?)'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnfvUuaI9gI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9cRQNyw2q0w/s72-c/3253861907_9e8386d441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-4412809531430554266</id><published>2009-08-04T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:10:53.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To whom I love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnfrWIuVdjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8ODQz4H1u-g/s1600-h/love-web3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnfrWIuVdjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8ODQz4H1u-g/s400/love-web3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366016246566712882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T SAY LOVE TO ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;To whom i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Don't say love to me,&lt;br /&gt;                                       A late winter daisy&lt;br /&gt;                                       With little perfume and beauty&lt;br /&gt;                                       That fade away daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                       Nowadays love is like tides in sea.&lt;br /&gt;                                       No-one knows what to believe.&lt;br /&gt;                                       So, let's be friends only&lt;br /&gt;                                       And your love be hidden deep in me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;ĐỪNG NÓI LỜI YÊU EM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Gửi người tôi thương&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                         Xin đừng nói lời yêu em,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                         Một bông cúc cuối mùa anh ơi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                         Hương nhụy vàng đâu còn tươi rói&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                         Bởi thời gian, đông cũng hết rồi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                        Tình yêu bây giờ như con nước đầy vơi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                        Ai biết trước điều gì mà mong đợi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                        Mình hãy xem nhau như bạn bè anh hỡi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(64, 0, 127);font-size:130%;" &gt;                                        Để tình ai dấu kín ở trong lòng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;(Written onJuly, 22nd, 2009)                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-4412809531430554266?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/4412809531430554266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-say-love-to-me-to-whom-i-love-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/4412809531430554266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/4412809531430554266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-say-love-to-me-to-whom-i-love-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnfrWIuVdjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/8ODQz4H1u-g/s72-c/love-web3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-342112735694020065</id><published>2009-08-04T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:59:33.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to S n V'/><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnfpSpE0dBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9iwLzm54LCw/s1600-h/fleishman_love_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnfpSpE0dBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9iwLzm54LCw/s400/fleishman_love_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366013987508220946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;written on July 28th, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="main-bd"&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                MAYBE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                To my two friends S n V                                           &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 127);"&gt;Maybe we are lost in this life,                                                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 127);"&gt;     And nowhere can we find                                                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 127);"&gt;       Although it took time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 127);"&gt;        For us to I dentify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 127);"&gt;        The existence of you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 127);"&gt;        In this life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;        But it never minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       If love is not a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       And you can still find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       Your love is so nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;       When you have her/ him in your heart and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                          CÓ THỂ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                        Tặng 2 người bạn S và V của tôi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(191, 0, 95);"&gt;Có thể là chúng mình đã lạc nhau và chẳng thể cùng nhau trong cuộc đời cho dù hơn nửa đời người trôi qua 2 đứa mới nhận ra sự hiện diện của nhau trên trái đất này&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nhưng không hề chi nếu tình yêu không hề giả dối. Các bạn sẽ vẫn thấy rằng tình yêu của mình thật đẹp khi 2 người luôn trong con tim và khối óc của nhau.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-342112735694020065?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/342112735694020065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/342112735694020065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/342112735694020065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SnfpSpE0dBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9iwLzm54LCw/s72-c/fleishman_love_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-5032353489892048061</id><published>2009-08-03T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:00:20.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international friends'/><title type='text'>International Friends</title><content type='html'>The earth seems smaller nowadays! How wonderful! One new thing a day. We can travel all over the world, know different cultures, and learn various things by our PC. I realize that most people are online for sex! Sex without love..., so strange! that's why I don't like the way the young talk today, may be it is due to my age and culture. But i still find interesting friends. They belong to the group of knowledgeable people.Knowledgeable people can be identified by their words!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-5032353489892048061?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/5032353489892048061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/international-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/5032353489892048061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/5032353489892048061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/international-friends.html' title='International Friends'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-2764712284877296204</id><published>2009-08-03T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:19:16.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To an Americn Friend'/><title type='text'>To An American Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I accidentally know u by Tubely. I saw u added my ID as ur friend although we hadn’t met before. I visited ur  profile n know that u r an american man. I have no time to come to Tubely, n I don’t like that site, either. After so long, today u added my ID in Yahoo!messenger. How surprised am i! And we spent nearly this morning talking. The talk seemed friendly until u asked me about the War when the USA Army was in Vietnam . I was honestly to tell u that I was luckily survived from the bombs that the American dropped in Vietnam, that I witnessed all the crime that the USA army brought to VN, and that General Macmanava has passed out taking together with him all terrible memory that he did in VN into hell just becoz u say u are 50 next year.- This means that u never came to VN in the war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      But when I saw u in cam, I think mayb u told me wrong age. I hurriedly tell u that; “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it is ok now, things have changed. We become friends. Vietnamese people are tolerant and generous!&lt;/span&gt;" And u signed out without a word! That makes me think much. In this short message, I want to tell u n all the American war veterans in Vietnam that you needn't feel any guilty when the war already becomes past. Instead of feeling guilty, you should do something to heal the pangs of the dioxin victims in Vietnam . We can b still friends, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-2764712284877296204?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/2764712284877296204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-american-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2764712284877296204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/2764712284877296204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-american-friend.html' title='To An American Friend'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-3256723662343204779</id><published>2009-08-03T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:29:59.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>मोहल्ला ब्लॉग</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mohallalive.com/blog/"&gt;मोहल्ला ब्लॉगdfsfdjghkntjhiuthtmnmkfgn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-3256723662343204779?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mohallalive.com/blog/' title='मोहल्ला ब्लॉग'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/3256723662343204779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/3256723662343204779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/3256723662343204779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='मोहल्ला ब्लॉग'/><author><name>kapildev</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Je6sGlp5AA/TNZNqD-QehI/AAAAAAAAADw/ke_l4YH68Sk/S220/Picture+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-4626151449472815254</id><published>2009-08-02T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:55:29.654-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  It is simply a chance that this blog dedicated for  lending friends  available a plate form for letting them do their comment on my posts, has come into existence on international friends-day. To-day , when all the world community is celeberating the day by offering gifts and other commemorables, I m greeting my friends all over world by ginving them this blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      I have a great honour and heart felt greeting to all my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-4626151449472815254?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/4626151449472815254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-simply-chance-that-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/4626151449472815254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/4626151449472815254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-simply-chance-that-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-7144201443908261717</id><published>2009-08-01T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:27:14.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a blog for friends abroad'/><title type='text'>Le's global views and news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://indivietnamese.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-my-new-blog.html?showComment=1249182738265#c4008701705501889597"&gt;Le's global views and news&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This blog is created mainly keeping in view the suggestion of my some friends living abroad. As they were experiencing some problems in watiching my blog at yahoo, due to some reasons, so i decided to create a new blog on google. As my foreign friends are much important for me and their comments or my moral boosters, so, now after creating this blog, i m really feeling a king of happiness and hope that they now give their precious comments on my posts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-7144201443908261717?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/7144201443908261717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/les-global-views-and-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/7144201443908261717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/7144201443908261717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/08/les-global-views-and-news.html' title='Le&apos;s global views and news'/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814553910102841179.post-6423322370950150694</id><published>2009-07-31T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:14:05.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my new blog on google'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this is my new blog.i created it for letting the friends abroad see my posts easily and giving them chance to post their comments on my writings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8814553910102841179-6423322370950150694?l=kdvuonle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/feeds/6423322370950150694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-my-new-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/6423322370950150694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8814553910102841179/posts/default/6423322370950150694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kdvuonle.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-my-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Vuonle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04902799093873701822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMu8p7ISm9Y/SneHlID8i2I/AAAAAAAAADM/2R1VMH5vb-E/S220/February,17,09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
