Thursday, May 31, 2012 12:57:48 PM
Saturday, May 26, 2012 11:27:58 AM
If you love someone set them free if they don't come back call them up later when you're drunk : )).
Thursday, May 24, 2012 6:05:26 PM
If someday, when you wake up and think about yesterday, feeling lost. Would you cry? Maybe not.
But I would.
Sine there’s a start, so an end would there be. It’s just that we dare not and don’t want to think about it, or accept it. I’m afraid I would somehow hurt someone; but end up getting hurt instead. Is it what life’s about? Hurt or get hurt. We have to make a choice for there’s no way to shun it.
Thursday, May 24, 2012 5:57:15 PM
Wanna play a mind game...
Wonder if this summer can ever last us.
I beg you for one just summer.
When september comes, things will never be the same.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011 1:00:50 PM
Night after night we take upon ourselves the utmost possible weakness, because it is the offering most acceptable to sleep. Our thick coverings give us warmth without need of motion. The night air we moderate into a harmless rustling or stroking coolness; or, if it be an obstreperous air, we may shut it out altogether, and with it all sounds. We choose to be alone, and in darkness. We make ourselves so weak, so easy, so content with nothing, that scarce anything but personal danger, and that immediate and certain, could stir us. Thus cunningly we oppose the utmost possible weakness to the assault of sleep.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011 12:52:35 PM
Another rainy day was rushing unexpected. That’s quite typical of summer: heavens flood the streets of Hanoi at times without any warning. The weather’s oppressive and torrid under the burning heat. There’s nothing about the gray clouds outside to suggest a torrent would pour down at any moment. I start another monotonous day as the alarm rings the third time hoping it’s not too late to enjoy a clear-then-gray morning. For a slothful person like me, it doesn’t matter whether it’s raining or not, my day begins with my lap and ends with it too. Except for the troublesome afternoon when I have to put up with 3h and half babbling the language I dream to master someday.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011 5:04:06 PM
Long time no write and I have come to miss it. I miss my opera. I miss what I did with it in hope of finding a soul-mate or someone who was expected to be.
A friend of mine,who was so much involved in my memories, somehow shaping the way they were created and will be, perhaps, would join me for her short summer vacation. It would take forever to tell our story and the regret that was more like an arrangement of destiny than just a coincidence. Someday, that will be all written down. Now I’m taking an intensive French course with her at L’espace.
Thursday, April 28, 2011 5:01:30 AM
When I was a child, naive and eager to discover the world, my mind always raged with dreams and actions that were mostly affected by movies and books. Those dreams were pure and even beyond any wildest imagination. Batman is the first hero I ever wanted to emulate. Simply because he could fight and got a lot of cool stuffs. Soon enough, Batman was replaced with a new epitome of seemingly unreal hero : Songoku. To a child, nothing is impossible in his mind, as long as there was enough room for imagination.
Friday, April 1, 2011 3:43:00 PM
An inspirational and profound poem from the noted author, Nobel laureate Rudyard Kipling.
This is not just a stiff and stern advice for the grown-up but gentle whisper to young ears, so eager to explore the world, so innocent and naive to deal with hardship, so lost without destination for life, so vulnerable to malign emotions of jealousy or hatred.
"If" contains and conveys the meaning of life, maxim to live, criteria of personal dignity and integrity that have been lost for some time.
Like a warm voice of father to his son, this poem is a poignant reflection on the perpetual inspiring values.
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same
Wednesday, March 30, 2011 1:03:00 AM
It's about weekend again. Something seems to have been lost but I can't rationalize it. When time glides its way as an immutable flow, people tend to lose their sense of time and find themselves entangled in a labyrinth of habitual activities. Did I forget to do something important. Have I not finished my plans? Or simply I'm not content with the way I nailed a monotonous week...Trying to find an answer would end up getting myself flung into flutter that, perhaps, is agitation.