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Thoughts of a troubled mind

Kiyu — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 22:52:03 +0000

It’s my last night.

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:

Kieu Ly Truong, CAP
Constable Terrace
University of East Anglia
Norwich NR4 7TJ
England

..and you will have made my day.

Love, Kieu

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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

Zero-zero-one

Kiyu — Sun, 07 Jun 2009 20:21:10 +0000

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I saw my bunny hop and spring —
he bounced with such Delight!
And as I watched I yearned to cling
to him with all my might!
His eyes so wicked, Oh! So full
of playful mockery of my state
He came to taunt; “Why, so dull!”
for I rejected with Grace.

Recitation of “The Solitary Reaper”

Kiyu — Mon, 25 May 2009 20:52:41 +0000

Hot, orange tulips in the park

Fingers twitching. Eyes searching for nothing in particular.

Clutching a book with my right hand, I slipped on my favorite pair of ballerinas. The breeze was still going on hard, but I braced myself to drink in the sunlight. Father was tending to the vegetables, making sure the fragile sprouts would withstand a whipping breeze or two. I skidded to a stop beside him and gave him a cheery hi. He wondered what I was on about bouncing around in the garden like a nuts. Truth to be told, I couldn’t be still. Restless. That was it. Right from the moment when I lifted my pen off the last exam paper earlier this afternoon. Restless. And free. Done with all written exams. Done with the burden, free to spend my time as I wish!

The weather was perfect and I wished so longingly for someone to share it all with, someone that I could enjoy a cold glass of homemade lemon limonade with under our blooming apple trees. But people live too far away to just pop by, and the closest one was busy studying.

Akk. But I was still druggishly happy :)

A silly recitation of William Wordsworth’s The Solitary Reaper done in a moment of great adoration. Correctly pronounced English not guaranteed, proceed on your own risk.

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The Solitary Reaper

Kiyu — Fri, 22 May 2009 19:21:47 +0000

Read through it, and don’t tell me you don’t love it. This poem was actually a part of my three-part English Literature and Culture exam today. Give an analysis of the poem and discuss the typical romantic feattures present. I must admit that I analyze poems better than anything, but I tend to be too detailed in my quest of unlocking the secrets contained in mere lines. Seeing how the time was ticking away and threatening to smother my sanity, I decided against it and picked a quicker alternative; analyzing the protagonists of an extract from a novel. Could easily have cost me a grade, but it’s better than loosing a grade or two for not finishing your paper, don’t you think?

I managed to at least scramble down the title and author before the guard snatched my exam papers away due to time being up. Oh, how I love the Romantic Age!

The Solitary Reaper

BEHOLD her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate’er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o’er the sickle bending;
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.

– William Wordsworth

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