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.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
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.
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