To be honest, I have only read Twilight a week ago. In one week, I spent most of my hours (day and night) reading the whole story including the newest book: "Breaking Dawn".
The first 3 book, as many have say, is very impressive. Different from Harry Potter, Twilight is not a book about action. The lack of even is no doubt but Meyer have done amassing job detailing her character. Interesting how she only use one character point of view but describe everybody thought (good thing Bella is observant). The developing of Bella is not so illogical either. The way she completely collapse when Edward leave is not so unpersuasive and remind me of another love story: "P.S. I love you". More persuasive as this is a fantasy. True to its style, Twilight's character is extreme is many way. One annoying matter is when Bella's thought reflect many other character, it doesn't give us enough information to get in to Edward's head while many of his move in the first two book is time and thought comsuming. This mystery might be enlighten should "Midnight sun " be published.
The main plot start with two even: the hunt of James and Edward leaving Bella. The hunt's consequence stretch out in the first three book and finally resolve in "Eclipse" at the same time the Edward&Bella&Jacobs settle down with Bella make clear of her choice. And truthfully, in the of "Eclipse", I only wonder how she gonna resolve the conflict with the Volturi. In some way, the story may be close here. Still leaving behind a mess but not bad for an ending.
When I finally hold "Breaking dawn" in my hand, or exactly when I finish the first few chapter, I kind of surprise the wedding is happening without something happen. No offend but you know how something often happen before the bride say "I do". The wedding happening neatly and from here new problem occur. However, since Bella is already a not so realistic character (HELLO, FANTASY STORY REMEMBER), her reaction for the wedding and even the baby is not something so illogical. After all, every princess need a prince and a wedding is a good way to show that. Bella changing attitude about the wedding and college is not so difficult to understand too if you look at it this way: from after the hunt Bella have already partly cut herself out of the "normal" world. For that reason, she even more attach to Edward or the Cullens family, the only one she can depend on in the world of mythology. And of course, it make her even more unconcern about college. This kind of thought will never appear in reality but this is a fantasy book so no problem.
Bella attitude about the marriage life is ,however, more difficult to discuss. Ever since she agree to Edward's proposal, Bella have always try to avoid the wedding talk. It didn't help to have Esme and Alice planning every thing and her doing nothing. After passing the pressure of rumor for marriage at such a young age is the altar, the party and the honeymoon. I doubt she even have an idea that she is now a marriage woman. The honeymoon baby is of course of no help. Especially when the bearing is so difficult and the baby growing so quickly. Even after spending time with Nessie she confess that she is still not use to the idea of being a mother. I think Meyers have skip all the feeling about marriage and motherhood first because she don't mean to discuss the idea. More or less this is a teenage love story, such idea may not be suitable and in the other hand, there is simply not enough room. If she wanna discuss this problem the way she do the first 3 books there will definitely be a book 5 or 6.
For reader who see the book as a bad example for girl, I think they have to see the book as a fairy tale. It's not about message or life orient but rather about happy ending. And as a sad ending make you cry and unsatisfied, a happy ending, especially a "neat" one like this, make it feel so very satisfy that some how uncomfortable. No one have to suffer anything is good but the ending just so perfect leave me with a weak impression than the one should have occur.
Of course the book have it weakness. As I said it will be better if the plot didn't go so fast. The description of Bella thought is still not enough. Meyers let Bella changing to fast from one state to another without much portray about the change. She easily accept the fact that she is a mother without much thought about responsibility. Bella thought is always occupied by danger to come and stress there is hardly any space for her feeling about Nessie and Edward-as a mother and wife. In a way even though she is now a mother, Bella remain a young teenage girl.
One thing I still concern about the book, a problem that occurs in the whole series: even though Bella is portray to be in charge in many thing: she take care of her parents and in a way more mature than her friends in high school. She seems to depend too much on Edward but once again that might not be so illogical consider she have always been in charge of so many thing and already tired of it. Having someone who she could depend on and who love her, there is no way she not making use of the situation and depend on him.
As always, everything have the good and the bad side of it, overall I still think the book absolutely worth reading. If you take it easy and don't try to logic it out so much, you will find it a true art work.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Sickness
What is it like to be sick? To never have a moment feel healthy? How harsh is it actually? Lately that question come a lot around my head. And I guest I can never answer.
I'm not what you call a healthy child. In fact I get sick a lot. But it only small one. Catch a few cold a year, sore throat is some kind of daily matter. But they have never been a trouble for me before and most likely would never be. I get use to it and it doesn't bother me at all.
But things are different with my friend. She have a trouble with her bone structure and have try to put up with it. Finally when she decide to deal with it, it have already got out of hand. I want to said something so much, want to make her feel better but I can't. I don't know how she feel, talking to her I was so afraid I would dig up the old wound. I want to tell her just cry but then what. I cry so many time over so many thing. It's never help. When I cry I don't feel better, I only relive that bad moment over and over again. Would it be the same for her? Would she live that moment again and again or would it help her release all the sadness and move on? I really don't know. I have trouble. I'm lost in my own world but all those trouble I could do something about it, fix it, make it better. What about her? She lost and she can't even help herself. I wonder what would I do if I'm in her place? When I have my arm broken I been through a little panic. It feel so scary, no it feel much worst knowing I would never be the same as I was. You can't believe what I did back then. I disobey the doctor's order and try to put my arm in use. Stop every time it hurt but continue shortly after that. I don't know if it help but I got my arm back. It feel as good as it use to be. Has I go against nature back then? Or it is just a normal thing? It work for me to try do what I feel need would it work for my friend?
So many question!!!
I'm not what you call a healthy child. In fact I get sick a lot. But it only small one. Catch a few cold a year, sore throat is some kind of daily matter. But they have never been a trouble for me before and most likely would never be. I get use to it and it doesn't bother me at all.
But things are different with my friend. She have a trouble with her bone structure and have try to put up with it. Finally when she decide to deal with it, it have already got out of hand. I want to said something so much, want to make her feel better but I can't. I don't know how she feel, talking to her I was so afraid I would dig up the old wound. I want to tell her just cry but then what. I cry so many time over so many thing. It's never help. When I cry I don't feel better, I only relive that bad moment over and over again. Would it be the same for her? Would she live that moment again and again or would it help her release all the sadness and move on? I really don't know. I have trouble. I'm lost in my own world but all those trouble I could do something about it, fix it, make it better. What about her? She lost and she can't even help herself. I wonder what would I do if I'm in her place? When I have my arm broken I been through a little panic. It feel so scary, no it feel much worst knowing I would never be the same as I was. You can't believe what I did back then. I disobey the doctor's order and try to put my arm in use. Stop every time it hurt but continue shortly after that. I don't know if it help but I got my arm back. It feel as good as it use to be. Has I go against nature back then? Or it is just a normal thing? It work for me to try do what I feel need would it work for my friend?
So many question!!!
Home
Have I ever told you about the house in which I live in??? I don't remember so. That's why in this very bored moment of summer I'm gonna spent sometime talking about it. The house I'm living in is not exactly a new house. No matter how we repaint it every year and fix it up, the fact that it have been built half a century ago can't be denial. Don't think about a classic and elegant house yet. Mine look nothing like that, it is a city house. Thank to my grandpa who is an engineer it is not at all ugly. In fact it's beautiful in it own way. Strong and protective. That's how my house is.
When I say my house is protective I'm not kidding. Unless somebody from the in side forget to lock the door there is almost no way somebody can break into without causing with attention. Remember those movie in which you can silently knock down the glass and break into the house. Not gonna happen here. behind the thick glass of my window is not only a curtain but also a beautiful yet strong web of metal. Unless you have a saw in your hand a break in will not possible. The same happen for all the small door around the house. What about the front door? It would take hours to break through those two iron door.
But it is not the door that make me feel the house is so isolate. It is its entire structure. The structure is mean to isolate the house with the condition out side it. When I'm in my house, all noise around seem to disappear. all the car, motorbike, people around me seem to vanish. You can't imagine staying alone in the house. It's just like you are the only one in the world. Most of the time I stay alone, I sleep. One hour, two hours or twenty hours, they are dall the same. Time doesn't matter any more. Nothing matter 'cause nothing exist. I'm the only living thing and I'm staying still so everything 's staying still. At least until somebody ring the bell.
Most of the walls are painted white. Not completely while. Actually it is a very very light violet. So light it turns white. It's nice actually. It doesn't remind me of the hospital's color. That sickly white always give me such a headache. However, somehow that white make my life even more still than it already is.
Nice but quiet and scarily isolate. That's my house.
When I say my house is protective I'm not kidding. Unless somebody from the in side forget to lock the door there is almost no way somebody can break into without causing with attention. Remember those movie in which you can silently knock down the glass and break into the house. Not gonna happen here. behind the thick glass of my window is not only a curtain but also a beautiful yet strong web of metal. Unless you have a saw in your hand a break in will not possible. The same happen for all the small door around the house. What about the front door? It would take hours to break through those two iron door.
But it is not the door that make me feel the house is so isolate. It is its entire structure. The structure is mean to isolate the house with the condition out side it. When I'm in my house, all noise around seem to disappear. all the car, motorbike, people around me seem to vanish. You can't imagine staying alone in the house. It's just like you are the only one in the world. Most of the time I stay alone, I sleep. One hour, two hours or twenty hours, they are dall the same. Time doesn't matter any more. Nothing matter 'cause nothing exist. I'm the only living thing and I'm staying still so everything 's staying still. At least until somebody ring the bell.
Most of the walls are painted white. Not completely while. Actually it is a very very light violet. So light it turns white. It's nice actually. It doesn't remind me of the hospital's color. That sickly white always give me such a headache. However, somehow that white make my life even more still than it already is.
Nice but quiet and scarily isolate. That's my house.
A Scary Thought
Don't get scare yet. I'm not taking about thought in which ghosts and vampire running wild. Actually, it is a even more scary one. The kind of thought in which you questioning your own existence. Do you know that for each of us the chance that we even been born is ever small? I'm taking 1/1,000,000 the most. One false move in the history line and we won't even be there. But the chance of existence is still much larger than that of another being growing up become the person you are. Every experience you have been through in your life help make you the person you are. They influenced you one way or another.
But after all that hard work what did we have to offer back life. I question that all day as I sit still contributing nothing to life and yet taking too much. I waste my parents money by eating, going to school, playing. I eat animal and drink water to exist. I breath in O2 and release CO2. I damage this whole planet just by living. And for what? Most of my accomplishments are in studying. I help my parents but very little. I realize all of this yet I do nothing. I cannot stop people from staving to death. I can't even make a decent meal for my family. I can't help people who have AIDS, I can't even keep myself from catching a cold. I can't clear the world of war when my siblings are still frighting over the computer.
I'm nobody, my existence mean nothing to almost no one. But one day that will change and with every move I make, every good deed I do, that one day is getting closer and closer.
But after all that hard work what did we have to offer back life. I question that all day as I sit still contributing nothing to life and yet taking too much. I waste my parents money by eating, going to school, playing. I eat animal and drink water to exist. I breath in O2 and release CO2. I damage this whole planet just by living. And for what? Most of my accomplishments are in studying. I help my parents but very little. I realize all of this yet I do nothing. I cannot stop people from staving to death. I can't even make a decent meal for my family. I can't help people who have AIDS, I can't even keep myself from catching a cold. I can't clear the world of war when my siblings are still frighting over the computer.
I'm nobody, my existence mean nothing to almost no one. But one day that will change and with every move I make, every good deed I do, that one day is getting closer and closer.
Bored
Just like every normal student, I await for summer every school-day. And now as the happy moment finally comes and the tests are history-no-more. I feel bored. I tired of summer the same way I tired of school. Illogical, I don't think so. After all, if you can get bored of going to school everyday how can you never tired of taking summer holiday.
I still remember the feeling of wanting a vacation when I'm over my head with test and lesson. But now every day pass is a torture. All those time I spend doing almost nothing make me feel so left out. Left out of society, of life, of everything.
Of course I didn't sit at home all those time. In fact, my summer only start 21 days ago and through that short time I have gone out so many time with so many people. Several time with my classmates, a few with a group of close friend and a few meeting with my relative. Still all I feel is bored and empty.
I REALLY NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE AND DO SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY HAVE SOME MEANING.
I still remember the feeling of wanting a vacation when I'm over my head with test and lesson. But now every day pass is a torture. All those time I spend doing almost nothing make me feel so left out. Left out of society, of life, of everything.
Of course I didn't sit at home all those time. In fact, my summer only start 21 days ago and through that short time I have gone out so many time with so many people. Several time with my classmates, a few with a group of close friend and a few meeting with my relative. Still all I feel is bored and empty.
I REALLY NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE AND DO SOMETHING THAT ACTUALLY HAVE SOME MEANING.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Disney's song
Welcome to my post-big-test post.
Anyway it is not the reason I post this. Lately I have been watching quite a lot of Disney movie. First King Caspian and now Kungfu Panda. Disney sure have many achievements this summer. However, the movie is still not what I want to write about, rather the song they use.
There is no doubt what so ever that Disney know how to choose it song. While Disney movie only leave a simple mark the song in another hand affect me quite badly. There is "The Call" in PC, "Real Gone" in Cars back in the old time I love "Kiss the girl" in The little mermaid and a bun more I can't remember. These songs in their turn charm me. I remember listen to "The Call" for three days in a row again and again and again. Then I reach the limit and sick of it. Still I admit it is a great song. Sound even better in the movie. I remember hearing it at the end and it is breathtaking. Talk about good timing, I can't imagine a better place to put it and I don't think there is any other song that could express the characters' feeling better. Disney really a wizard in music. The song is actually leave the strongest impression on me and make me wanna watch the movie again. On the other hand, in Cars, "Real gone" is sung in the first minute create the mood for the movie without it I don't think I can have that "live" mood mean for the movie. "Kiss the girl" appear in the middle simply to create a romantic mood. But one can not denial it have done its job terrifically that is one lovely scene.
Well, I'm out of stress now. Bye bye.
Anyway it is not the reason I post this. Lately I have been watching quite a lot of Disney movie. First King Caspian and now Kungfu Panda. Disney sure have many achievements this summer. However, the movie is still not what I want to write about, rather the song they use.
There is no doubt what so ever that Disney know how to choose it song. While Disney movie only leave a simple mark the song in another hand affect me quite badly. There is "The Call" in PC, "Real Gone" in Cars back in the old time I love "Kiss the girl" in The little mermaid and a bun more I can't remember. These songs in their turn charm me. I remember listen to "The Call" for three days in a row again and again and again. Then I reach the limit and sick of it. Still I admit it is a great song. Sound even better in the movie. I remember hearing it at the end and it is breathtaking. Talk about good timing, I can't imagine a better place to put it and I don't think there is any other song that could express the characters' feeling better. Disney really a wizard in music. The song is actually leave the strongest impression on me and make me wanna watch the movie again. On the other hand, in Cars, "Real gone" is sung in the first minute create the mood for the movie without it I don't think I can have that "live" mood mean for the movie. "Kiss the girl" appear in the middle simply to create a romantic mood. But one can not denial it have done its job terrifically that is one lovely scene.
Well, I'm out of stress now. Bye bye.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
In the End
In The End, the Very End when time run out and the book close.
Last night, night of departing, night of sorrow and night of joy. We end a chapter in our life, close down a book and start a new one.
I can remember a few thing I've done that night. Dancing, cheering, eating, drinking, laughting and crying, of course, but I can't remember what I have in mind at the moment. They are all a bluss, a set of emotion mix up, blend in. I hug my friend and cry but I don't know for what. I simply can't not make out the reason my tear choke my words. Am I cry for us never be the same as we are now? Am I cry for the beautiful part of my life I have to leave behind? I don't know and I will never be.
It's funny how we can be so different from what we show people. most of the time A1 was mean to be the noisy, naughty class. We annoy everyone and seem so shallow. Nobody know under that shell are beautiful hearts. We love each other, care for each other. We cry and laught together. Between us are the unbroken bond creat by love, the love we develop with so much effort in three whole year. We have argue, there is none 46 people can be together with down having a agrument, but in the end it is the love, the caring we feel for each other that last and will last forever.
When I think about the departing night it always remind me of a fairy tale. But this is an unfinish fairy tale. The final demon are yet to be defeated. The hero still have a lot to do. Maybe he win, maybe he die trying. Anyway he have a long trouney ahead and his companion is nothing than the happy thought of glory past.
Last night, night of departing, night of sorrow and night of joy. We end a chapter in our life, close down a book and start a new one.
I can remember a few thing I've done that night. Dancing, cheering, eating, drinking, laughting and crying, of course, but I can't remember what I have in mind at the moment. They are all a bluss, a set of emotion mix up, blend in. I hug my friend and cry but I don't know for what. I simply can't not make out the reason my tear choke my words. Am I cry for us never be the same as we are now? Am I cry for the beautiful part of my life I have to leave behind? I don't know and I will never be.
It's funny how we can be so different from what we show people. most of the time A1 was mean to be the noisy, naughty class. We annoy everyone and seem so shallow. Nobody know under that shell are beautiful hearts. We love each other, care for each other. We cry and laught together. Between us are the unbroken bond creat by love, the love we develop with so much effort in three whole year. We have argue, there is none 46 people can be together with down having a agrument, but in the end it is the love, the caring we feel for each other that last and will last forever.
When I think about the departing night it always remind me of a fairy tale. But this is an unfinish fairy tale. The final demon are yet to be defeated. The hero still have a lot to do. Maybe he win, maybe he die trying. Anyway he have a long trouney ahead and his companion is nothing than the happy thought of glory past.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
BIRTHDAY
My birthday is 5 day before I write this blog. It's a bit normal if you ask me. 18 is supposed to be something big, something important. Just think about it, now I'm officially old enough to vote, to work and of course to marry (lately it is all the girl talk about. It's really funny since non of us take it serious). But come to think of it what have I expected? It's still the sme old girl (18 is old???). I grow up in body but maybe not in mind. Still reckless, lazy and some what irresponsible. Guess I have to be big myself before expecting something big ^_^.
PS: hey is it me or lately I become more cheerful.
PS: hey is it me or lately I become more cheerful.
Monday, April 7, 2008
La Corda O'Dor
Now let's talk about my brand new interest: La Corda O'Dor. It's a anime just show on ANIME but I have already watch it on YouTube. It's great. The characters, the story, the writing, they are all great. I especially love Len. He's cool ( hot won't work for describe him)
I'm hopeless
Seen the title yet? STRANGE, isn't it??? I mean after all the word I gave out about believing in myself and think possitive now I'm lowing mysell???
But realy I'm hopeless, uncurable in this VERY matter: FEELING.
It's true I used to turn down a boy even before I know he was asking me to be his girlfriend. It's true that when I leave my secondary school I don't drop a tear ( I don't like it that much anyway ). But this is different. I love my current class. I spent three great years with them. I LOVE THEM. But when asked to write some farewell words, I just couldn't do it. My writing is rock hard. It has grammar, vocabulary (in Vietnamese) but no feeling at all, not a drop. Oh God, this is horrible. I'm thinking of having my heart check. I don't think it is functioning right. OH MY GOD.
But realy I'm hopeless, uncurable in this VERY matter: FEELING.
It's true I used to turn down a boy even before I know he was asking me to be his girlfriend. It's true that when I leave my secondary school I don't drop a tear ( I don't like it that much anyway ). But this is different. I love my current class. I spent three great years with them. I LOVE THEM. But when asked to write some farewell words, I just couldn't do it. My writing is rock hard. It has grammar, vocabulary (in Vietnamese) but no feeling at all, not a drop. Oh God, this is horrible. I'm thinking of having my heart check. I don't think it is functioning right. OH MY GOD.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Count down to LUNAR NEW YEAR
It's only 6 more day to lunar new year. Different from many other countries, this is the true beginning of the year in Vietnam. And also different from others, in this time of the year, some of us have the tendency to check what have we achived this year.
For me, this is the first time I do this but I think it would have a good effect on me.
Let's see...
this year...I enter a new English class. Once again driff myself of the old environment and head forward. I have kept myself going and will always do.
this year...I learn that everybody have a different way to look at the world (I always hear that but never trully understand.) and what I think best for others don't mean they think the same.
this year...I learn that I have a little autism. Not so important, just i don't want to talk to others. Don't want to learn about others. I guess that is because I always over-worry about others (when my mother picks me up late the first thing I think about is what if she got an accident) and new people mean new worry.
this year...I learn that life could never be the way I want. The most important thing is how you deal with it. Will you be upset and cry for your misery or will you let it go and open a new door? Or maybe you would sit down a bit then stand up and walk away? It's all depend on you.
this year...I watch my friend dearm broken. I can fell how she fell 'cause I have been in the same situation not long ago, but all the word I say cuold have no effect on him and more than ever I know the only person can get a broken girl up is herself (I don't know if it is the same for boy).
this year...I got a broken arm and I know that when I'm in such situation many people would look at me pitifully but the only person who can actually do something is myself. And I also learn that every problem will have a solution. It's just a solution may not look like one. And it also could be very difficult.
this year...I learn to love my class a little more. That's strange how I always think good about people but never love them. And this class where people sometime I can't think good about their actions no matter how I look at it make me love it heartfully.
this year...I finally know that I did love someone. I love my father, my mother, my sister, my brother (this I'm not sure about), my dogs. I love my teacher (most of them), my classmates, my friend and myself. And I know I will love more because love is unlimited no matter how much you give, it will never ran out.
For me, this is the first time I do this but I think it would have a good effect on me.
Let's see...
this year...I enter a new English class. Once again driff myself of the old environment and head forward. I have kept myself going and will always do.
this year...I learn that everybody have a different way to look at the world (I always hear that but never trully understand.) and what I think best for others don't mean they think the same.
this year...I learn that I have a little autism. Not so important, just i don't want to talk to others. Don't want to learn about others. I guess that is because I always over-worry about others (when my mother picks me up late the first thing I think about is what if she got an accident) and new people mean new worry.
this year...I learn that life could never be the way I want. The most important thing is how you deal with it. Will you be upset and cry for your misery or will you let it go and open a new door? Or maybe you would sit down a bit then stand up and walk away? It's all depend on you.
this year...I watch my friend dearm broken. I can fell how she fell 'cause I have been in the same situation not long ago, but all the word I say cuold have no effect on him and more than ever I know the only person can get a broken girl up is herself (I don't know if it is the same for boy).
this year...I got a broken arm and I know that when I'm in such situation many people would look at me pitifully but the only person who can actually do something is myself. And I also learn that every problem will have a solution. It's just a solution may not look like one. And it also could be very difficult.
this year...I learn to love my class a little more. That's strange how I always think good about people but never love them. And this class where people sometime I can't think good about their actions no matter how I look at it make me love it heartfully.
this year...I finally know that I did love someone. I love my father, my mother, my sister, my brother (this I'm not sure about), my dogs. I love my teacher (most of them), my classmates, my friend and myself. And I know I will love more because love is unlimited no matter how much you give, it will never ran out.
Cry
When do people cry?
When they watch a sad movie.
When they see a sad fact.
When they got cut in their hand.
When they got cut in their heart.
When they lose someone they love.
When they hurt someone.
And when they are in utmost happiness.
When they're in love, when they're in pain.
When they scream and when they laugh.
When their emotions get out of their hand.
But when do I cry?
When I watch a sad movie.
When I see a sad fact.
When I got cut in my hand.
What about the rest? Why have I never cried for someone I lost, for someone I hurt or someone who hurt me?
Come to think about it, it is quite easy to understand. Because I have none. I haven't yet to lost someone, I haven't yet to hurt someone. I haven't yet to be hurt. But I know when that day come, I will cry. I will cry my heart out. I will cry with all my strength. Not because my life will end there but because tears are the only things I can left with them and when I eyes dry, I will come forward without looking back once. Just like I always do.
When they watch a sad movie.
When they see a sad fact.
When they got cut in their hand.
When they got cut in their heart.
When they lose someone they love.
When they hurt someone.
And when they are in utmost happiness.
When they're in love, when they're in pain.
When they scream and when they laugh.
When their emotions get out of their hand.
But when do I cry?
When I watch a sad movie.
When I see a sad fact.
When I got cut in my hand.
What about the rest? Why have I never cried for someone I lost, for someone I hurt or someone who hurt me?
Come to think about it, it is quite easy to understand. Because I have none. I haven't yet to lost someone, I haven't yet to hurt someone. I haven't yet to be hurt. But I know when that day come, I will cry. I will cry my heart out. I will cry with all my strength. Not because my life will end there but because tears are the only things I can left with them and when I eyes dry, I will come forward without looking back once. Just like I always do.
Hand
Do you know the famous story about a woman ask her child which part of the body is the most important? The answer is the shoulder for it could be the place for people we love to lean on.
However, for me, that is not enough. It's true that the shoulder could comfort others but that's all. It can't do nothing to helpthem solve their problem or properly get them over their sadness. In my point of view, it's my hands that are the most important. With my hand I can feed, clothes, take care of myself (I didn't mean that people without hands can't take care of themselves. They just have to do it another way). In short, I can prevent myself from being a burden. Futhermore, when people I love in trouble I can reach out my hand and help them stand up again. I can help them solve their problem and even if I can't, I can at the very least embrace them and give them a little peace.
Yes, I'm certain that my hand is my most precious possesion.
However, for me, that is not enough. It's true that the shoulder could comfort others but that's all. It can't do nothing to helpthem solve their problem or properly get them over their sadness. In my point of view, it's my hands that are the most important. With my hand I can feed, clothes, take care of myself (I didn't mean that people without hands can't take care of themselves. They just have to do it another way). In short, I can prevent myself from being a burden. Futhermore, when people I love in trouble I can reach out my hand and help them stand up again. I can help them solve their problem and even if I can't, I can at the very least embrace them and give them a little peace.
Yes, I'm certain that my hand is my most precious possesion.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Happy Days (dedicate for AMOTIZEN)
Last weekend, I went to Madagui with my classmates. It should be a normal trip where we was rewarded for our hard-work but it doesn’t ‘cause this time might be the last time we go out with each other, for some of us it might even be fair well. For that, we have lived our best every single second so we will never ever have to regret.
The trip is a two days one. We depart early on Sunday and come back in the Monday’s evening. It’s even more exciting for me ‘cause this is my first two day trip with someone other than my parents.
As I say, we depart very early on Sunday morning (6.00 a.m. to be exacted). But everyone already at the meet point at 5.30, we all too exciting.
The trip is quite fun with all the game the tour guild bring out but the real fun is still ahead.
At decided before, we will stay in room for 10 people. However, because we have 17 girls and 24 boys, there will be more or less in one room. After all, we didn’t use all the bed, I don’t know about the boy (in fact I hear that they have no sleep at all, only gambling) but the girl decide to sleep together. We pull the five bunk beds together and sleep on the top, it is only after we do our gambling. One thing about girl gambling, we didn’t pay money but our flesh and blood.
In the afternoon of the first day, we all went out exploring the jungle (oop, I haven’t told our Madagui is a mountain resort which connect to a primeval forest.). According to the schedule, we will walking to the forest and exploring two caves.
The first cave is easy with clear and wide way through. I can’t say the same about the second one. The cave name is “Death”. It’s 15 meters below the ground with very narrow way in and out. At a special narrow position I get hit onto the rock twice.
But in the end the hard work was fairly pay back. The feeling when we know we did it was undescribable (or it is just I’m so happy to get out of the cave).
The last monent of the exporing was spend in a maze. The winner is the one who find the way to the tree house in the middle. Duy is the first to do that (huuray for the class new lucky charm)
The most important even of the tour, however, is not the exploring or gambling but the camp-fire. Each groud has to prepare at least one show (all do at least three). The purpose is to show how good our group is, entertain others and last but not least self-humiliate.
Later, we all sit together and start telling our feeling about the class, about each other (too bad, there is no love confession)
The camp-fire, the friendship-fire.
End of day 1
After a sleepless night with a lot of gambling and hitting, I wake up at 6.30 to find out most everyone is still sleeping (we are supported to have breakfast at 6.00). There is only a small group listenning to Khoi’s guitar with very emotional faces.
After breakfast, we have 3 free hours to join all the activities.
An unespected performance. “Tam and Cam” (a Vietnamese story similar to Cinderella about a lady lived in about 1000 B.C.) with the staff 100% boys.
After lunch, we leave Madagui.
End of the story
Well, that is not a good post. Sorry, I'm terrible at corresponding. And also sorry for not posting any picture but I have no intention to do such think. My life on the internet should have no effect on my real life.
Last weekend, I went to Madagui with my classmates. It should be a normal trip where we was rewarded for our hard-work but it doesn’t ‘cause this time might be the last time we go out with each other, for some of us it might even be fair well. For that, we have lived our best every single second so we will never ever have to regret.
The trip is a two days one. We depart early on Sunday and come back in the Monday’s evening. It’s even more exciting for me ‘cause this is my first two day trip with someone other than my parents.
As I say, we depart very early on Sunday morning (6.00 a.m. to be exacted). But everyone already at the meet point at 5.30, we all too exciting.
The trip is quite fun with all the game the tour guild bring out but the real fun is still ahead.
At decided before, we will stay in room for 10 people. However, because we have 17 girls and 24 boys, there will be more or less in one room. After all, we didn’t use all the bed, I don’t know about the boy (in fact I hear that they have no sleep at all, only gambling) but the girl decide to sleep together. We pull the five bunk beds together and sleep on the top, it is only after we do our gambling. One thing about girl gambling, we didn’t pay money but our flesh and blood.
In the afternoon of the first day, we all went out exploring the jungle (oop, I haven’t told our Madagui is a mountain resort which connect to a primeval forest.). According to the schedule, we will walking to the forest and exploring two caves.
The first cave is easy with clear and wide way through. I can’t say the same about the second one. The cave name is “Death”. It’s 15 meters below the ground with very narrow way in and out. At a special narrow position I get hit onto the rock twice.
But in the end the hard work was fairly pay back. The feeling when we know we did it was undescribable (or it is just I’m so happy to get out of the cave).
The last monent of the exporing was spend in a maze. The winner is the one who find the way to the tree house in the middle. Duy is the first to do that (huuray for the class new lucky charm)
The most important even of the tour, however, is not the exploring or gambling but the camp-fire. Each groud has to prepare at least one show (all do at least three). The purpose is to show how good our group is, entertain others and last but not least self-humiliate.
Later, we all sit together and start telling our feeling about the class, about each other (too bad, there is no love confession)
The camp-fire, the friendship-fire.
End of day 1
After a sleepless night with a lot of gambling and hitting, I wake up at 6.30 to find out most everyone is still sleeping (we are supported to have breakfast at 6.00). There is only a small group listenning to Khoi’s guitar with very emotional faces.
After breakfast, we have 3 free hours to join all the activities.
An unespected performance. “Tam and Cam” (a Vietnamese story similar to Cinderella about a lady lived in about 1000 B.C.) with the staff 100% boys.
After lunch, we leave Madagui.
End of the story
Well, that is not a good post. Sorry, I'm terrible at corresponding. And also sorry for not posting any picture but I have no intention to do such think. My life on the internet should have no effect on my real life.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
If you are hesitate about your future. Listen to this song.
http://music.yeucahat.com/English/30583-B-what-U-wanna-B.html
And the music sound good too ><
http://music.yeucahat.com/English/30583-B-what-U-wanna-B.html
And the music sound good too ><
Friday, January 18, 2008
Little Miss Perfect
That's something I would like to be call. Don't take me wrong. It's not like I actually enjoy being someone like that but at lease it would me got out of my current situation.
Have your ever heard about people who keep on doing what everyone else tell them to do? I'm one of those kind. It's not literally but not much diffent. It's true that nobody even my parents order me around but somehow I keep on doing what others expect me to do. That's odd how I have awarded of it all the time and yet I'm still do it. And the worst part is I'm stuck.
I don't know how to break out of the person everyone want me to be but also can't completely obey them, can't be a "little miss perfect". Everytime, I do or say something I always think whether it will satisfy my parents, my friends or my teachers. And I'm sick of it. I just want to do things I love, say things I like and yet, I can't never lift my arm or open my mouth.
Lately, I just want to be alone where nobody could reach me, where I will concern about noone else feeling. I know it's very selfish but I couldn't stop. Moreover, it's only something I want to not something I'm gonna do. Ironic, isn't it? But once again, if I hide in some place would it be any different than right now. Or would I sit in a corner and start to wander if I worry them to much and I am crossing the line and so on.
However, I do aware why I have the tender to do what others like. Simply because I care for them. It's quite ridiculous how even when I don't know what others think about me (I'm only good at telling what they want) I decide I should cut of a source of worry for them: me. I do what they want so they will satisfy and stop worrying about me. I don't know how good it work but at least I am the child my parents have to worry less about.
So after go on and on about my characteristics I end up admit them and doing no thing. Weird me.
Have your ever heard about people who keep on doing what everyone else tell them to do? I'm one of those kind. It's not literally but not much diffent. It's true that nobody even my parents order me around but somehow I keep on doing what others expect me to do. That's odd how I have awarded of it all the time and yet I'm still do it. And the worst part is I'm stuck.
I don't know how to break out of the person everyone want me to be but also can't completely obey them, can't be a "little miss perfect". Everytime, I do or say something I always think whether it will satisfy my parents, my friends or my teachers. And I'm sick of it. I just want to do things I love, say things I like and yet, I can't never lift my arm or open my mouth.
Lately, I just want to be alone where nobody could reach me, where I will concern about noone else feeling. I know it's very selfish but I couldn't stop. Moreover, it's only something I want to not something I'm gonna do. Ironic, isn't it? But once again, if I hide in some place would it be any different than right now. Or would I sit in a corner and start to wander if I worry them to much and I am crossing the line and so on.
However, I do aware why I have the tender to do what others like. Simply because I care for them. It's quite ridiculous how even when I don't know what others think about me (I'm only good at telling what they want) I decide I should cut of a source of worry for them: me. I do what they want so they will satisfy and stop worrying about me. I don't know how good it work but at least I am the child my parents have to worry less about.
So after go on and on about my characteristics I end up admit them and doing no thing. Weird me.
Once again, I sink myself in the world of manga. As I'm writng this blog I'm rereading a manga name "Vampire Knight".
There are many things that make a mange alike a fairy tale. The most important one, in my opinion at least, is they are both inspired by reality. I don't mean that there is actual such perfect world but isn't a imperfect world that could create such magic place. If we all cover in perfection, we would never realize what we have. nethertheless, because our world is not perfect we dream about a better place and expess it in a fairy tale or a manga (in this case).
However, just because manga come from the same wish as fairy tale that they are alike. I myself enjoy reading manga but I can't say the same about fairy tale. A fairy tale is where everything is perfect, from the characters to the place. And perfection is the thing I hate most in the world. It's naive and sinful at the same time. It come from a normal desire of us and destroy us. whatever, I'm not talking about it right now. The point here is manga is nothing like fairy tale at this point, manga is imperfect.
I can imagine you ask with open eyes why I would like to read it if it is not perfect. Nonsense yet it make a lot of good sense. Let me ask you do you still believe in fairy when you grow up??? No. That is understoodable. Who would believe there is a girl as pure as Snowwhite and Cinderella. But a girl like Toru in "Fruit Basket" we can believe in. After all, she was raise to be the person she is and Yuuki in "Vampire knight" too she has someone to depend on. Moreover, even thought they are good there is still something in them that is not completely good. That dark part that they have to try so hard to overcome is what make there statement stronger than that of any fairy tale could make. And that's why they make me believe in a better world.
(I'm running out of time ^_^. Next time I'm gonna talk about bad characters who sometime I liked even better the good one.
There are many things that make a mange alike a fairy tale. The most important one, in my opinion at least, is they are both inspired by reality. I don't mean that there is actual such perfect world but isn't a imperfect world that could create such magic place. If we all cover in perfection, we would never realize what we have. nethertheless, because our world is not perfect we dream about a better place and expess it in a fairy tale or a manga (in this case).
However, just because manga come from the same wish as fairy tale that they are alike. I myself enjoy reading manga but I can't say the same about fairy tale. A fairy tale is where everything is perfect, from the characters to the place. And perfection is the thing I hate most in the world. It's naive and sinful at the same time. It come from a normal desire of us and destroy us. whatever, I'm not talking about it right now. The point here is manga is nothing like fairy tale at this point, manga is imperfect.
I can imagine you ask with open eyes why I would like to read it if it is not perfect. Nonsense yet it make a lot of good sense. Let me ask you do you still believe in fairy when you grow up??? No. That is understoodable. Who would believe there is a girl as pure as Snowwhite and Cinderella. But a girl like Toru in "Fruit Basket" we can believe in. After all, she was raise to be the person she is and Yuuki in "Vampire knight" too she has someone to depend on. Moreover, even thought they are good there is still something in them that is not completely good. That dark part that they have to try so hard to overcome is what make there statement stronger than that of any fairy tale could make. And that's why they make me believe in a better world.
(I'm running out of time ^_^. Next time I'm gonna talk about bad characters who sometime I liked even better the good one.
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