Showing posts with label HSBC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label HSBC. Show all posts

Saturday, 18 April 2009

Saigon, December 2007

Một hôm, một người đã hỏi tôi ‘QA thấy mình là người tình cảm hay lý trí?’ Tôi bảo ‘tùy’. Rồi sau đó nói ‘tớ là người lý trí’, vì tôi lý trí với người đối diện. Tôi phát hiện ra những bạn bè thân của mình đa số là những người rất conflict. Còn tôi thì chắc là không, ít ra là trước mặt con người. Ừ, thế mà cái hoang liêu, cái bất cẩn và không cần gì, không cần ai nhiều khi cứ trỗi dậy trong môi trường văn phòng, trên khu đất đắt nhất Sài Gòn này.

Tôi nhớ buổi chiều đi cùng Fan qua cầu Long Biên, qua những triền đê, qua những ngõ nhỏ đã được đổ bê tông để đến Bến Trăng. Bến Trăng là một nơi được con người cặm cụi tô vẽ nên dù cho những quả bưởi có được nắng chiếu vàng hay lung linh tôi nhìn những quả khế thì đó vẫn là một nơi ‘có người’. Nhưng cái cảm giác vui khi nhìn mấy con Vàng đứng trên con đường làng, những cọng rơm và những đống gạch… Tôi nhớ lúc ra khỏi Bến Trăng, đằng sau ngôi nhà gạch bé tôi lại nhìn thấy sông. Tôi lại nhớ và đã nói với Fan rằng mình ước khi chết, sẽ được đốt thành tro và thả xuống dòng sông. Sông nào cũng được, con sông xanh ở Huế quê tôi hay sông Hồng, hay nếu được hơn và có lẽ là hạnh phúc nhất, tôi chết trong lòng Trường Giang.

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Friday, 17 April 2009

You will never see

(December 2007)

I didn’t intend to write though I wanted to. I preferred things to pass by, as a lot of things had passed. But I received a message, just a message passed around to everyone. It has the title ‘a little warm’, and Christmas is coming.

Sai Gon is splendid these days. Yesterday, after work I spent time with my colleague and her friend. She is one year older than me; I didn’t consider her as having experienced than me to call her ‘chi’ when she first joined HSBC. And she has a voice from the northern mountain of the country while later on I found out that she left there for HCMC since she was four. She wanted to keep that voice. I’m not sure what have made me talk to her quite a lot. I have turned a lot easier in communicating with people, but somehow, I’m still difficult, difficult in the context of arrogant and picky, a habit from a little girl with high prizes from the city since I was 4.

From the Notre Dames, or more precisely, from the building where we work, Metropolitan, we walk down along Dong Khoi street. The street is one of the most expensive area not only in Vietnam, but the world. Actually, before that, my colleague, whose name is Giang had had an appointment with her friend, a 23 years-old American guy. He is working at Johns Hopkins hospital, only five minutes by bus from my school in the US. The word ‘appointment’ may not express the meaning. But to call a ‘date’ is incorrect because they are friends although he has been to Vietnam three times, not to travel but to meet her. I knew that after talking with him while she was absent for 3 minutes.

I could tell for pages here what we did, with the gorgeous Sai Gon downtown, with Christmas tree, red, green, white x’mas, from sophisticated small shops to plazas. But the reason me and Giang went for a walk downtown, which not a lot of residents do (instead they go by motorbike) in this city is just because ‘we follow the mood’. Yesterday I was telling her what I did in the last two Christmases.

The bank is going to have a Christmas decoration, with the theme ‘Santa’s secret’. If I am to decorate, I would like it to have the theme ‘X’mas is all around. Love is all around’. I guess it’s kind of too popular and too classic everyone has known. But really, I don’t know why when x’mas comes, I feel the need of love.

I used to buy sparkling paper to made stars. People make stars and put in a glass bottle. Some of them make stars and make wishes. Giang asked me if I write any wish and I said no. I do not have a thought that my wishes will come true just by chance or by any sudden luck. I just make them as there was a day I suddenly wanted to do so, a habit of 4 or 5 years ago.

Yesterday night when I came back home after going with Giang and her friend, an idea occurred to me. The simpler the outside of a person is, the more complicated the inside. A lot of things, after weighting are equal to zero. I am, therefore a simple person. Till yesterday, I understand why my mother said I am simple and He is more complicated than me even though he doesn’t look so. Yet she said my relationship with him is complicated. By now I have stopped questioning myself and him in my monologue conversations why things between us stopped. The reason is simple, as there was no reason, as there was none to explain for the start of ‘me and him’ or ‘mine and his’.

random walk during my journey

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