Food for thought

By chance I visited the website of Elizabeth Gilbert - the author of Eat, Pray, Love. This made me think for a while. In fact, she built her entire life around writing. Yes, just writing. I can feel something in her sayings which can be concluded that aside from writing, there is nothing else she could do better than that.  

Since the day you came

Before you came, I was a self-centered person. Whenever I feel sick, I would cancel every plan or meeting or job no matter how important they were. I didn't care. If I suddenly did not want to do something, I would stop doing this immediately without any hesitation. In short, that was me.

Interview, interview and interview

Today I am gonna have an interview with the General Director of an Education company where I have attended interview for twice. Don't know why they want to meet me so much. First with the dept manager, then someone from Marketing Dept, and now the GD. This really makes me think the position must be very important so that they have many rounds like that.

Anyway, hope everything will be fine. Today is a good day, though :)

How did you spend your weekend?

That question suddenly popped up when I was having breakfast with my husband last Sunday. I wondered how Westerners usually spend their weekend, and if there is any difference between East and West in the way you enjoy these two freedom days.

Tropical flowers

How's the weather at your country these day? In Vietnam, it's raining heavily, uncontrollably and unstoppably. Especially in Saigon. The temperature ranges from 24 - 30 degree celcius.

How can you know someone love you so much?

As planned, I was going to write a topic today. However, when I got up this morning, I was badly dizzy.

Maybe waking up in the middle of the night recently makes me suffer that. And I am pregnant, I didn't dare to use any kind of drug then I woke my hubby up and asked him to make a portion of instant noodle soup and a glass of fresh orange juice. He was really worried and went straight to the kitchen to make those for me. I couldn't go down but stayed in bed. Hearing him preparing things made me warm. About 10 minutes later, he went up with a tray of soup and orange juice. Even the dizziness was not comfortable at all, I felt better just look at him like that. He was also late for work but did not forget to give me a kiss before departing.

Now, after having a little more sleep for one hour (so that I compose this entry later than usual), I feel almost ok. There was a text in my cellphone asked "Do you feel better now, honey? Take some rest and call me if you don't feel good." A man who is taking care of his wife is a very great man.

And now I know how much he loves me. I love him.

Short story with choosen words

Yesterday I randomly chose 10 words and decided to write a short story with them. To be honest, free writing is easy but writing with chosen words was not easy at all. As for me. Anyway, practice makes perfect. So, I don't give up.

This is my short story with 10 chosen words. By chance, the words reminded me of the novel Jemima J of Jane Green. The main character was really fat and she tried her best to lose weight and had her love. Yeah, mine was inspired by this. Ok, here we go.

BEAUTY AND THE FATTY

She used to be so plump. She feasted on fast food and other kinds of butter, chocolate. OMG, She could eat all day. When she was upset about a movie, she ate. When her mood cheered up, she ate to celebrate. Her life seemed to be so great until one day. She was rejected in a year-end party of her company. She could not find a partner for herself. Why? Because she was fat. Fat. All the men in this place were dying for some girl who possessed a slim body and oval face. No matter how kind she was, how helpful she was, and even how smart she was. She was still not the type that men looking for. We preferred someone to dance with me, not to eat, they said. Slim has something of worth. Really.

That evening, while she was strolling on her way home, something caught her sight. A Fitness Center. Unconsciously, she entered the place. Look at that. All of the girls with their perfect body gathered in this place. The curve shaped beautifully in the small of their back. Their firmed thighs were wandering in front of her eyes. The nails were shining with perfect pedicure. They must have been drooled by tons of men with no doubt, she thought. She felt bewildered and wobbled as if there were an earthquake near here. After some seconds getting back to her consciousness, she stood up, went to the register desk and applied for a 6 – month gym course. She wanted to dance; she wanted to be a part of the party. 

She would do this, not for anyone, for her. Just for her. 

I am learning English

Good morning,

Today, I am gonna talk about dreams.
Everyone, anyone has dreams. Some wish to be rich. Some wish to travel around the world. Some wish to be a famous designer.
I am Asian and English is my second language. I wish to be a novelist. However, a novelist in English, not in my mother language. Why? I find myself more inspired when writing in English. Hope that makes sense.
Once I read an article about writing tips, it said if you wanted to write well, you should have been a good reader. And I know reading is not everything, you must note and learn the words, phrases, and styles as well. Then, practice, practice and practice. Oh, luckily, I love that.
And now, on the way to be a novelist, I don't know whether I will be famous or not which is the future tense (however, deep down in my heart, I want to be known ^_~), in this moment, I am learning English. I learn via novels, via newspapers, via foreign friends, etc... And I love that.
The feeling of being able to use a foreign language is well described in the book Eat, Pray, Love. OMG, I love that feeling. I love it when native English users can understand what I say, understand what I write. And top of that, they find no difference between a native and ESL users in my works. That's my wish.

So, back to my work. Reading and learning.