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.
Friday, February 1, 2008
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.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Now that 's I call trouble.
The last few day has been sooo tired.
Mid-term test and SAT all together
They worn me out
I am sick and tired
Don't know what is pushing me
Through all this
And make me suffer
Mommy, is it you who put hope on me
Making me go through this
NO! NO!
I DON'T THINK SO
Or is it you daddy
Who love me so and want me to success
NO! NO !
I DON'T THINK SO.
Then it must be me
The girl who want the best
Who want to reach and be so strong
But that's not what I am right now
Sinking and losing my hope
My life purpose and my happy smile
They'd all gone
No more
For long I forgot my friend
Leave memory to blur and forget my loveone
I lose my past
Then I head to future
Forgotting about frind around me
Distance myself and let them forgot me
I lose my present
Now after all I went through
So close to the goal
I forgot why I want to be there, why I running, and for that
I lose my future
I lose all but I won't give up
I'll live on and find what I want
I'll make friend and make love
I'll find my purpose and my own way
Even if the old me have lost and never be found
I shall not stop
Will start over and creat a new me
There is all way time
And I'll make every second of my life count
Don't want to waste
Any more minute
I'm standing right up
And start walking
To tomorrow
The last few day has been sooo tired.
Mid-term test and SAT all together
They worn me out
I am sick and tired
Don't know what is pushing me
Through all this
And make me suffer
Mommy, is it you who put hope on me
Making me go through this
NO! NO!
I DON'T THINK SO
Or is it you daddy
Who love me so and want me to success
NO! NO !
I DON'T THINK SO.
Then it must be me
The girl who want the best
Who want to reach and be so strong
But that's not what I am right now
Sinking and losing my hope
My life purpose and my happy smile
They'd all gone
No more
For long I forgot my friend
Leave memory to blur and forget my loveone
I lose my past
Then I head to future
Forgotting about frind around me
Distance myself and let them forgot me
I lose my present
Now after all I went through
So close to the goal
I forgot why I want to be there, why I running, and for that
I lose my future
I lose all but I won't give up
I'll live on and find what I want
I'll make friend and make love
I'll find my purpose and my own way
Even if the old me have lost and never be found
I shall not stop
Will start over and creat a new me
There is all way time
And I'll make every second of my life count
Don't want to waste
Any more minute
I'm standing right up
And start walking
To tomorrow
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