Morning!

So this has been the 5th day since I come back from the Vietnam trip - Uom Mam. People have been asking me about the expedition. It was fruitful. With lots of memories, passion, feelings and love. I was crying at the airport and I will be missing all of them, the nice, cute, angelical DUT students, the lovely, sweet, smart and pretty kids, the romantic, eager and dedicated teachers, the people who are resistant to changes, the kindhearted old ladies and men, the lotuses, the agent orange victims, the facilitation nights, the dinners, and breakfasts, and lunches, the friends that I made and understood, the friends that I kept, the hearts that I revealed, the realizations that I gained, the hopes that I hold,... There are too many things that happened and stayed. For so many moments, I cannot figure the feeling that I will never ever do Project Uom Mam again. This is unbelievable. This is filled with worries, and hopes.

I met a guy not a short time ago. I am drawing myself, closer to him. He is there, like or like not the prince that I have been waiting for so long? I kept wondering while I was believing. I am scared of all illusions and dreams I had bred within myself. Time will tell it all. A love story calls for patience and romance. True care and understanding will be staying in nurturers. Though at times, passion makes control too hard to follow, because I never want to lose you, let us treasure patience and care, for each other.