September 15, 2005

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  RAMBLING TIME

  
  

  Lucy told me to update.  I am quite busy at the moment so I cannot write anything worths your time.  Let me ramble a little bit.  

  
  

  Yesterday, I went to the field with my boss and my boss’ boss.  The bad thing about going to the field with the big cheese is I have to drive.  The clerk handed me the key and told me: “We have no car just a Suburban for you.”  The clerk seemed to feel sorry that I had to drive a big car.  I told her: “No problem at all.  I drive the car, not to push it, so not to worry.  Plus, no one will try to cut me off when they see a big car.  It is easier for me to see cars around me too. ”  I used to drive to the inspection a humongous truck, so big car is no problem for me.  The problem was this  car has no power steering and power gas pedal.  I had to stomp on the pedal to keep the car moving forward.  The Chief Engineer told me to pull the seat a little nearer so my leg will have more strength to push the pedal.  

  
  

  A while ago, I complained that a flagman (security guard of the tracks) working for one of my projects always gave me hard time everytime he saw me.  He raised his voice , scolded me, threatened to throw me out if I did not wear goggles although I wore boots, helmet, and safety vest.  He just seemed to hate me.  Red face, his gut protruded as big as a wine barrel, loud, and rude, he looked very much like a mad dog.  It seemed no use to tell him that I am his project manager and that his salary is paid from my budget.  I threatened to report him he called me a crying baby.  It was unpleasant but I let it rolled off my shoulder.  

  
  

  Yesterday, a different flagman greeted me pleasantly.  He teased me a little, “Kenny was terrible not only to you but to every body.”  I smiled, “Yeah, he is terrible.  Someday someone will shut him up.”  The flagman said, “Someone already did.”  I looked at him with a quizzical look.  He continued, “God did.”  He saw my puzzling look.  “He died of heart attack.”  

  
  

  The flagman teased me a little more.  “Now every one said, Do not yell at that little manager.  Kenny yelled at her and he died.”  

  
  

  Sound terrible.  Does it not?

  
  

  Grrrl,  I cannot go to my kickboxing session because it is pouring here.  Last night and this morning rain gave Newark a terrible flash flood.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Ngh́n Trùng Xa Cách Phạm Duy Ngh́n trùng xa cách người đă đi rồi C̣n ǵ đâu nữa mà khóc với cười Mời người lên xe về miền quá khứ Mời người đem theo toàn vẹn thương yêu Đứng tiễn người vào dĩ văng nhạt mầu Sẽ có chẳng nhiều đớn đau Nối gót người vào dĩ văng nhiệm mầu Có lũ kỷ niệm trước sau Vài cánh xương hoa nằm ép trong thơ Rồi sẽ tan đi mịt mù Vạt tóc nâu khô c̣n chút thơm tho Thả gió bay đi mịt mù Ngh́n trùng xa cách người đă đi rồi C̣n ǵ đâu nữa mà giữ cho người… Trả hết về người chuyện cũ đẹp ngời Chuyện đôi ta buồn ít hơn vui Lời khóc, lời cười Chuyện ngắn chuyện dài Trả hết cho người, cho người đi Trả hết cho ai ngày tháng êm trôi Đường em đi trời đất yên vui Rừng nắng ban mai, đường phố trăng soi Trả hết cho người, cho người đi Trả hết cho ai cả những chua cay Ngày chia tay, lặng lẽ mưa rơi Một tiếng thương ôi, gửi đến cho người Trả nốt đôi môi gượng cười Ngh́n trùng xa cách đời đứt ngang rồi C̣n lời trăn trối gửi đến cho người… Ngh́n trùng xa cách người cuối chân mây Đường dài hạnh phúc, cầu chúc cho người

  Thousand Miles Apart Translated by Anonymouswish  Thousand miles apart, you already left There is nothing left to cry or smile Please go with me to the past Please bring with you the unbroken love To see you off into the forsaken past There will not be too much pain Follow you to the marvellous past Many before and after memories Few dried flowers pressed between poems Will be dispersed in obscurity Locks of brown hairs permeated fragrance Carried by the wind far far away   Thousand miles apart, you already left There is nothing to keep for you Give all back to you, beautiful old tale Between us less sadness than joy crying words, smiling words short stories, long stories Give all back to you to leave Give back to you all peaceful time Where you go, the world is happy forrest sunny morning, streets moon shone Give everything back to you, so you leave Give back to you all bitterness The day we separate, quietly rain One word of love to send to you Give back to you a fake smile Thousand miles apart, life is severed The last words are sent to you  Miles apart, you are at the other end Life long happiness, wish you the best

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