Liebster Award

I have been honored with a nomination for the Liebster Award by James M Davis. What can I say? Well, a big thank you, as Liebster in German means dearest, sweetest, nicest, lovely, kindest, so on and so on.

Now for the rules (I acknowledge them just now from the last post of James M Davis and I hope he did not mind, I just copy this text all over again),

If you are tagged/nominated, you have to post 11 facts about yourself

Then you answer the 11 questions the tagger has given you and make 11 questions for the people you are going to tag.

Tage 11 more Bloggers

Tell the people you tagged that you did.

No tagging back.

The person you tag must have less than 200 followers.

And here we go.

11 facts about myself:

1. I was born in Saigon

2. I am the godmother of my aunt’s dog Lilou

3. I have “absolute ears” (I can listen to any piece of music and play it back on the piano)

4. I play harpsichord and piano

5. I can eat rice everyday

6. I never get mad or angry

7. My brain is “on” day and night

8. I cook very well

9. I have at least 50 pairs of shoes

10. When I tell a joke, I always forget the ending

11. I am extremely and sickly romantic

11 questions from the very nice James M. Davis who had nominated me tonight:

1. What is your favorite book? Gone with the wind

2. Winter or Summer ? Definitely summer

3. Who is the most inspirational person in your life? My grand-father, the best man ever.

4. What is one of your best memories? Childhood. As a child, I used to follow my grand-mother everywhere. Best memory probably is all these moments when we had soups in the streets in Saigon or when we went to the market together. I was 6 years old.

5. What is your favorite color and why? My favorite color is grey because it goes with all the other colors that I like.

6. If you could live anywhere, where would you live? Zurich

7. If you could have one super power, what would it be? Being able to read someone’s mind.

8. American football or European football? European football for the rules I already understood.

9. Who are your top 3 favorite authors? Haruki Murakami, Siri Hustvedt, John Irving

10. Are you a night or day person? Night person

11. Werewolf, Zombie or Vampire? None of these suggested but if I had to choose one, let’s say Zombie.

My 11 questions to my nominees:

1. What makes you sad the most?

2. Who are your top 3 favorite authors?

3. What is your deepest dream?

4. What makes you laugh?

5. Which is your favorite movie?

6. When is the last time you cried?

7. Have you ever said “I love you” first?

8. If you could, what would you change in your life?

9. What scares you most?

10. Which cuisine is your favorite?

11. What is the craziest thing you have done for love?

Introducing my nominees:

chester maynes

Tee Shot Me


Tina Liu


Daniel Postlethwaite


Patrick Latter

Ying Yang



Vacations 2

In two days

I will head south

I will run to the ocean

I will let the sun caress

My face and body

I will play with the sand

I will let the water soften

My skin and pain

Vacations for me are illusion

A false pretense

Of well-being and peace

Because I know so well

There is no vacations known

For my mind when it comes to you

No matter how much sweetness and good treats

Of sun, sand or sea salt I would indulge to myself

Vacations 1

In two days

I will be by the sea

I like vacations by the sea

In high season

I don’t mind the crowd

The noise by the beach

I don’t need

Silence and desert

To think of you

I can easily extract myself

From the hectic world

To think of you

I just need a vast blue sky

And my full usual heart

3 fears come to 1: Numbness

“It was no longer her absence that wounded me, but my growing indifference to it. Forgetting, however calming, was also a reminder of infidelity to what I had at one time held so dear.” (On Love – Alain de Botton)

The biggest fear

Of a romantic lover

Numbness of her heart

Like a blank page

Absolutely nothing

It has been going on for days.

Numbness of her heart

She regrets the days she felt pain

A blank page

Is never funny.


The biggest fear

Of a cerebral lover

Absence of communication

Between her brain and her heart

Splitting of command

Rupture of connection

Between her brain and her heart

The brain keeps on ordering: “Stay in love for God’s sake¨”

The heart: “I try to. But I don’t feel anything. I am numb.”


The biggest fear

Of a sensual lover

Insensitivity of her skin

Loss of desires

Numbness of her heart

Turns her body

Into wood


Numbers aren’t the important thing. The countdown has no meaning. Now he knew: What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. And it always has to be the first time and the last. (The Kidney-Shaped Stone That Moves Every Day – Haruki Murakami)

She read a long time ago the biography of Serge Gainsbourg, one of the most talented French  love song writers and singer. Gainsbourg was not a handsome man. His ears were big and looked like two cabbage leaves attached to his face, his nose crooked and huge. But his talent was tremendous that he had had any woman at his feet. She remembered he said in his biography that he had loved them all sincerely, truly, deeply and each woman in his life had formed a chapter just like a chapter of a book. He had lived each love story intensely and then closed the chapter, put a full end to it and moved on. One chapter after another and that had made his love life.

Unlike Gainsbourg, her love stories never ended properly. Each chapter was still open. There was no closure to any of them. She never completely moved on. She closed the book when she did not want to read the chapter anymore, when she was tired of the progress of the story. But sometimes she opened the book again, read it again from where she had stopped and went over some chapters one more time. Trying to understand what she had misunderstood or which details she might have missed out.

The only thing she thought she were similar to Gainsbourg was that each time she did love truly and deeply.

Missing you tonight

“And you’re not lonely?”
“I’m used to it. I’ve had practice” (Pinball – Haruki Murakami)

I miss you tonight

I miss your cigarette that I don’t smoke

I miss your wine that I don’t drink

I miss your city where I don’t live

I miss your vacations whose destination I am not aware of

I miss your life of which I am not part

I miss you so much

You and all the things we don’t share.

Vicious circle

Love extinguishes when admiration has gone.

When the whole mental construction in your head falls down piece by piece

Like dominos

When you look at him

You stop seeing God

But just an ordinary guy

You once loved

When you loved him

All he did was marvelous

His voice sounded like gold

Now you blamed yourself

For being tough and insensitive

You excavated your mind

Trying to find some rest of the reasons

Justifying your love and admiration

You know yourself too well

There is nothing left to do

Because your love was based on admiration

And your admiration was based on your love for him.

You just wish

To be less subjective next time.

My magnificent crook

We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close are we able to come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone. (The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle- Haruki Murakami)

You kept on telling me that the day I discovered your real essence I would be very disappointed.

You kept on telling me that I was in love with an “impression” and not the “essence” of you.

You said you felt like a crook of my love and feelings. Even more when I said it was not true.

You said the day I accepted that reality and ceased to look for the best of you, it would be a bad day. For both of us.

Here is my answer to your concerns:

“The day I realized you were a crook, if that ever happened, I would tell you, thanks for having given me hope, thanks for having made me believe in you, in us. For what it’s worth and for all these beautiful illusions, a big thanks.”

Sometimes “impression” is just as important as “essence”. So please don’t worry, dearest!

Words for summer

I have a lot more patience for others than I have for myself, and I’m much better at bringing out the best in others than in myself. (Norwegian Wood – Haruki Murakami)

You come back

Each summer

You think we can be back

Together each summer

I wish

You had appreciated me in the past

As much as now

Don’t you realize

Nostalgia is not love

Feeling lonely made you write to me

But it’s not love

I appreciate your words though

Write me again next summer