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Em,
Sao nắng cứ đổ dồn trong đôi mắt Em buồn thật lạ. Tôi ngắm cái tinh khôi đong đưa trên nụ cười buồn, và vỗ về Em với những cái ôm không bằng da bằng thịt.

Em,
Tôi ngắm Em trên cái ban công gỗ lạc lõng giữa ngàn ngôi nhà gạch. Mong manh quá, gió luồn từng chút qua Em nhè nhẹ, ngượng nghịu bám theo từng sợi tóc mà đung đưa khắp nẻo đường về.

Thưa Em,
Tôi thương Em từ giấc ngủ trưa mộng mị không tròn, từ tan tác mây lạc trong gió cuốn chiều giông. Ai hát ầu ơ và đưa giấc mơ về tan vào hơi thở, đưa tôi theo Em đi hết con đường ấu thơ cũ kĩ, tình tang như khúc hát của những cây kẹo bông gòn..

1.



Eternity
Wandering in darkness grope,
Finding not a glimpse of hope.
Fingers touch to find my way,
Each foot fall, my heart betrays
The fear which drives me through the day.

Suddenly the ground is lost,
Flailing arms as body's tossed.
Splashing down in crimson pool,
The warm embrace is much too cruel,
I curse this lowly, wretched fool.

Floundering in this self made hell,
Warmth increasing as I dwell,
Within the confines I create,
Screaming as myself berate,
Giving in to this, my fate.

You you you you you

I want to fight.
I want to kill.
I want to insult.
I want to scratch.
I want to break.
I want to stab.
I want to bite.

Too stressed out.

I want to be releashed.

Let me go.

Dot.dot.dot.dot.dot.

One two three four..
One two three four..
One two three four..

Get rid of the hatred please.

I don't feel like pretending anymore.

The waterfall that I thought was dried for along time has just started to gushed from the cracks in my head.

I am too weak to be strong.

There is no shoulder to lean on, no hand to hold onto.

Isolation seem to be the roughest punishment.

There are threats everywhere. Sleep can't lend a hand.

Don't take me away when I am with my deepest dream.

Don't bury me with disgust and hatred.

Life is a tsunami. Severe and is collapsing. Now I am sinking..

..sinking..

..sinking..

My pride can't help me stand still in the storm. And I am falling, from the world I used to know.

Not anymore..

Now there is only me.
just me
Just me against the world.

Opera Mini

I'm using Opera Mini to write this blog post. It was a big surprise when I downloaded and started it, since at first I though it was a program supporting My Opera. Opera Mini is really a help to people who love surfing the Net using their mobile like me, since it provides nearly full access to all the sites available. Opera Mini also makes web surfing faster and easier than doing that in the normal way, which is a bit annoying because there are a lot of difficulties strolling over big sites like Gaiaonline. The loading time when changing from one site to another is much lessned too.
From now on I can get access to the net all the time with the help of this useful program. It makes me love my little Nokia 7500 Prism more and more. (no mean to show up smile ).
Thank you Opera, keep up the good work!

Asshole?!

Recently I've been wondering why some people get called "asshole".
Do they have to smell bad like one?
Do they have to be dirty?
Or do they have to.. well... be "full of shit", like what people often use to describe an asshole.

I don't really think so, actually. Just see, aren't there many people in suit with hairspray and rich fragrance of Chanel or Dior get called "asshole"? They are not always those with silly or crumpled faces, and of course, not that "full of shit". Therefore, bad conditions of look is not a reason.

So where do people often hear that word pitching high in the air? At home? Not really. On the street? Well, barely. On the bus? A packed bus? Yeah.. You might sometimes hear the sweet high tone of some ladies squawking in the air. "Stop (doing something), asshole!", "Move yer hand, asshole!", "Fuck off, asshole!", blah blah blah. Now it can be the reason why somebody is called that way.

But hey, don't you think those actions are just so disgusting? I mean what particular people did to those squawking ladies. And if they are that disgusting, why do people call them by the name of a part of the body? The hole is also an important part, without it - where are you going to get risk of the.. "waste"?

In another word, isn't calling them "asshole" some kind of insult to our... well, your know the word cheers

Two - The Antlers.

Came across this song on Youtube. Great animation. Funny lyrics. Love it <3




In the middle of the night I was sleeping sitting up,
when a doctor came to tell me, "Enough is enough."
He brought me out into the hall (I could have sworn it was haunted),
and told me something that I didn't know that I wanted to hear:

That there was nothing that I could do to save you,
the choir's gonna sing, and this thing is gonna kill you.
Something in my throat made my next words shake,
and something in the wires made the light bulbs break.

There was glass inside my feet and raining down from the ceiling,
it opened up the scars that had just finished healing.
It tore apart the canyon running down your femur,
(I thougth that it was beautiful, it made me a believer.)

And as it opened I could hear you howling from your room,
but I hid out in the hall until the hurricane blew.
When I reappered and tried to give you something for the pain,
you came to hating me again and just sang your refrain:

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying.

Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up,
built the gears in your head, now he greases them up.
And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating.
"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.

Tell me when you think that we became so unhappy,
wearing silver rings with nobody clapping.
When we moved here together we were so disappointed,
sleeping out of tune with our dreams disjointed.

It killed me to see you getting always rejected,
but I didn't mind the things you threw, the phones I deflected.
I didn't mind you blaming me for your mistakes,
I just held you in the door frame through all of the earthquakes.

But you packed up your clothes in that bag every night,
and I would try to grab your ankles (what a pitiful sight.)
But after over a year, I stopped trying to stop you
from stomping out that door, coming back like you always do.

Well no one's gonna fix it for us, no one can.
You say that, 'No one's gonna listen, and no one understands.'
So there's no open doors and there's no way to get through,
there's no other witnesses, just us two.

There's two people living in one small room,
from your two half-families tearing at you,
two ways to tell the story (no one worries),
two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry,

two people talking inside your brain,
two people believing that I'm the one to blame,
two different voices coming out of your mouth,
while I'm too cold to care and too sick to shout.

You had a new dream, it was more like a nightmare.
You were just a little kid, and they cut your hair,
then they stuck you in machines, you came so close to dying.
They should have listened, they thought that you were lying.

Daddy was an asshole, he fucked you up,
built the gears in your head, now he greases them up.
And no one paid attention when you just stopped eating.
"Eighty-seven pounds!" and this all bears repeating.


Let me be little.

I want to be a 5-year-old again.

I want to run freely with no weight on my body.

I want to wrap arms around my dad's neck and kiss his cheek like I used to do.

I want to snuggle on my mom's soft breasts.

I want to say everything silly I can think of and not to be called as a weirdo.

I want to be lifted up when I run to somebody.

I want to follow my young uncle everywhere, exploring all the paths near my grandparents' place.

I want to hold my grandma's hand and to be taken to the kindergarten.

I want to act like a kid and chase after everything I like.



Sometimes it sucks to grow up.
Just for once
Let me be little again.

Where are you now?




(Honor Society)

To my favorite teacher
Who told me never give up
To my 5th grade crush
Who I thought I really loved
To the guys I missed
And the girls we kissed
Where are you now?

To my ex-best friends
Don´t know how we grew apart
To my favorite band
And sing-alongs in my car
To the face I see
In my memories
Where are you now?

Where are you now?
Cause I´m thinking of you
You showed me how
How to live like I do
If it wasn´t for you
I would never be who I am

To my first girlfriend,
I thought for sure was the one
To my last girlfriend,
Sorry that I screwed it up
To the ones I loved
But didn't show it enough
Where are you now?

To the ones who cared
And who were there from the start
To the love that left
and took a piece of my heart
To the few who´d swear
I´d never go anywhere
Where are you now?

Where are you now?
Cause I´m thinking of you
You showed me how
How to live like I do
If it wasn´t for you
I would never be who I am

If it wasn´t for you
I would never be who I am
If it wasn´t for you
I´d be nothing
Where are you now?




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Memories are sweet themselves.
No need to mourn for regrets
For now, everything that's left
Worth a little of risk
A little of pain
A little of laugh
A little of tear

.. and the whole of you.



I miss you, my long lost friends..[/b][/i]

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