On that note, here comes my newest poem I wrote a month ago but had yet to officially “reveal”. The initial overall message will come as no surprise to those who knows the story, but as always with short and intense poems such as the ones I pen, the true meaning lies in the details.

012

A traverse of brooding long,
An epilogue of loss for mending —
One painstaking attempt at confinement alone,
That yet has to reach its ending.

05.11.2010

Good news: I have a few topics in mind I want to write about, we’ll just have to wait for me to finish my exams and find some peace and quality time for me to start the process of good old fashioned writing!

No related posts.

My blog posts have started to detoriate ever since I came to UK. Partly, because my free time is limited, and partly because I want to govern my own and involved parties’ privacy. It was brought to my attention about a month ago that I had unknown readers here in Norwich as well, and because they are likely to see me hastily running from lecture to lecture or wandering dreamily around on a fine day such as today — they might recognize me. They might know the people I interact with, and because I don’t want to disrespect my people’s privacy, I’d rather not have gossip spawn. I’d love to talk about the bonds I make here, all my thoughts and feelings on any topic that might have caught my attention at the moment — but alas it would be challenging without risking exposing people who would like their privacy to stay private. I could write in Norwegian, but I know some have used Google Translate to decipher some of the content here, and though it cannot possibly translate completely, they will be able to pick up on something.

You know how I said in a post during summer that I don’t acticely search for love? That I believe it comes to you when it sees fit?

I don’t worry about not having a boyfriend, I don’t worry about not having someone to be with, and I definitely don’t search for love. I live in this fairy tale where believe I don’t have to actively go out and look for a guy, he and I will bump into each other someday suddenly — and then we’ll ignite a spark, and perhaps create some history together. I believe love will come to me when it sees fit. What’s the rush? Perhaps I’m just cluelessly romantic and don’t want to believe in reality, but hey, let me live my fairy tale.

Clearly, I’m in need of some love, 26th July 2009
-

Well, my patience might have paid off. So suddenly, after several years of blissfull ignorance. I see more clearly now, I’m not in a daze that confuses me and makes me cause other people pain. This time, I might be the recipient of that very pain. But I’m aware, and I think I’m prepared; so bring it on.

Patience is a virtue, whatever you say Kings.

008

(In editing)
A feathery touch,
That tingling sensation —
Of consuming too much
Of sense’s declaration.

A path was trailed
Through land unknown —
Though past have failed,
This One has grown.

24.11.2009

This is a true progress.

No related posts.

The most interesting moments of my life are the moments when I am faced with the most horrible punishment to a writer; writer’s block. These moments are usually carried out in great annoyance as my fingers run over the keyboard in a feverish attempt at writing something clever, and once in a while during these moments, I am blessed with the most extraordinary gift; a moment of desperate in-real-life reflecting.

Surprised at myself, I often find myself not comprehending the content of what it is I’m actually writing until after finishing the last line. I write, but I write without knowing the message. It is my product, but a product I had no prior knowledge of, a product where the developing phase has been skipped — simply a product at its purest state. And it is this purity of it that makes it interesting; the idea, the message, is still raw and delicate.

It is perhaps better explained as a personal enlightenment, one where I discover more depth to my life philosophy and myself as my fingers dance tap-tap across the keyboard. For my mind has not thought these thoughts beforehand, and nor have I subconsciously prepared them for anyone’s sake — they are as surprising and thought provoking to me as they might be to anyone else.

For instance; it was not in my prior knowledge that all my hobbies actually derive from this one desire to create — not until I wrote this:

“I am originally a creative soul with a fierce passion for creating. Creating, as in discovering, developing and producing; whether it be a drawing, a piece of jewellery, a gripping story, a clever idea, an unusual theory or reflections new to my peers. All my hobbies are in one way or another related to this desire to create.

I enjoy my fantasy novels where the human imagination is allowed to roam free, the poetry, which contain secrets one has to dig up, the designs my imagination conjures up and then makes me stitch together to be worn, the little pieces of written work I jot down for my own amusement, the unpredictable traces of my pens and pencils, and the rare talks to audiences to convey my love.

Combine this creative passion with the contradicting art of science, and you have a researcher; the desire to discover and create.”

— Kieu Ly Truong, “Hobbies and Interests”, CV.

-
-
I found it rather satisfying to have established that unknown fact; I am a Creator. So you see, these moments are rather interesting. The moments of Desperate Reflecting.

Related posts:

1. Thoughts of a troubled mind
2. I’ve been having these weird thoughts lately.. Like is any of this for real.. Or not?

But was soon distracted by Floor 2 (floor 3 in Norway), shelve PR 4034 where this love was found;

I’m going to ignore Lutten’s complaints about the language in classics being far too ‘stiff and boring’ to enjoy, and give the book a fair go. So far I have nothing to complain about; the language is B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L.

Later in the evening I headed over to Sol’s flat for some sushi, even though I knew sushi would ignite my gagging reflexes. I had fun nonetheless, just had a mini-buffet instead by stealing the sushi ingredients while they were busy rolling up the fillings in seaweed. We all ended up in Sol’s room chatting, listening to beautiful and funky music, and fighting over bed space while Derek was behaving ridiculously funny. Had a lovely evening indeed.

Sol is my Korean friend I told you about in an earlier post. PGGANG, if you have decent sense, you should envy me: if I go to Korea, I can stay at her house!

Related posts:

1. Homemade Sushi
2. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one on this planet who isn’t madly obsessed with anything vampire
3. Books, books and even more books

My last night in Porsgrunn. My last night in the usual bed, my last night with familiar scents and sounds to soothe me. Do I need the soothing? Not really. Alas, this chapter from a book called “Kiyu’s Story”, is coming to an end. A new chapter awaits.

Soon, I will embark on a voyage I never planned to go on. I never planned to set sail, never planned to call upon the winds to carry the ship to its destination. I was merely watching the sailors from afar, only approached them on land because they were so mysterious, seemed so exciting. I wasn’t going to come with them once they set sail, but the breeze was too strong and eventually I was carried away. In my heart, I am bubbling over with excitement and am convinced that this will be a most enjoyable journey, it will be an adventure which tale I will tell my children over and over again — but I am also aware that the first couple of weeks will be very lonely. (Did I actually just say that?)

Guys, I will long for your company. I will feel like I left a chunk of my heart back in Norway. But it’s alright, it’s where it belongs, it’s home.

Really, anyone, anywhere, anytime; do write me. A short note on a post card, a winding letter (<3), or just to tease me with a piece of (black, salty liquorice) candy. Address your choice to:

..and you will have made my day.

Love, Kieu

003

An undesirable desire from looks was born,
A distance firmly kept.
She knew the danger she was sworn,
And regretting much she left.

His strength was nothing, his courage less,
But yet he whirled her around,
To face him boldly without mess,
And in that face she found;

Embarrassed eyes,
And tainted cheeks,
The earnest that held no lies.
— Kiyu

Never underestimate a dream

Related posts:

1. “Vini. Vidi. Vici.” — Julius Ceasar
2. “Currently processing your application”
3. Something Wicked This Way Comes!

Say, wouldn’t you have wanted to pick it up as well? Wouldn’t the flashiness of it intrigue your curiosity? I also tucked a piece of paper with one of my poems written on it, inside the book. Shamelessly promoting my works, I am! I did not, however, provide the link to my blog, for what if he or she thinks the poem sucks? D: (Yes, I’m a coward..)

I came back to check on it two hours later, and was very excited to find the bench empty. Whoever found the book, please go to bookcrossing.com to leave a journal so that I can track it! I’m going to Release more books tomorrow morning :D

To see the books I have released or am about to release, follow this link: http://bookcrossing.com/mybookshelf/Kiyu/page_1/statusfilter_0

Listening: Alison Krauss – There Is Life (Bambi II OST)
Reading:
Watching:

Updates:
None

Related posts:

1. Bookcrossing; an amazing concept!
2. A House of Night Novel(s)
3. Second year in England