There are certain things in life you need to get over it, but not to forget.
There are moments in life that brought you to the world of dream, but you'd rather stay in the present. Dreams cure the pain. Dreams uphold the memories. Dreams come and go, never ever come back.
I find this dreaming-disease of mine very comforting. It recalls what I should remember, and what I have forgotten. It also colours every aspect of my life. Each colour is a different feeling. Each feeling is for a particular person. I smiled. I cried. I hurt. I lost in the ocean of memories.
If roses are meant to be red, violet to be blue. How could one heart is meant to be bonded with one another?
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember
The time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
[ Memories - Susan Boyle]
7.1.11
19.6.10
Phiên bản của quá khứ
Ngủ
Mở mắt, nhắm mắt. Mỏi.
Lăn qua, lật lại. Nhức.
Gác chân, duỗi tay. Nực.
Bật dậy. Buồn.
Ôi cái cuộc đời này…
Soi gương
Tóc con mọc ra nhiều
Tóc bây giờ ko đẹp nữa
May là vẫn còn có tóc
Biết ơn một người
Ôi cái dĩ vãng đó…
Nhớ có một câu chuyện cười, kể rằng:
Casanova kể với Ivana rằng anh đã từng yêu một người thật sâu đậm, quyết định sống chung với nhau nhưng chuyện tình ko thành vì ko hợp nhau nữa. Isabelle lại được kể rằng có một cô gái sống chung nhà yêu Casanova tha thiết, nhưng cô đã qua đời vì trọng bệnh.
Câu chuyện dài lắm, dài cả một đời người. Vì ta ko biết được Casanova sẽ còn gặp bao nhiêu người con gái nữa. Quá khứ của Casanova chỉ đơn giản, là anh đã từng yêu.
Có một số người biết quá khứ của nhỏ. Cũng có một số người biết những bí mật to lớn của nhỏ. Nhưng không ai là người biết toàn bộ sự thật về quá khứ của nhỏ. Cứ cho là nhỏ xấu xa. Nhưng mỗi phiên bản của từng người, nhỏ đã giấu đi phần nào đó, để trong mắt họ, nhỏ ko tồi đến vậy. Và nhỏ nghĩ, ai cũng vậy thôi, chỉ là không ai nói ra điều đó.
Nói ra sợ nhục đó mà, còn nhỏ xức kem chống nhục rồi. Hà hà.
18.6.10
Memories
There are certain things in life you need to get over it, but not to forget.
There are moments in life that brought you to the world of dream, but you'd rather stay in the present. Dreams cure the pain. Dreams uphold the memories. Dreams come and go, never ever come back.
I find this dreaming-disease of mine very comforting. It recalls what I should remember, and what I have forgotten. It also colours every aspect of my life. Each colour is a different feeling. Each feeling is for a particular person. I smiled. I cried. I hurt. I lost in the ocean of memories.
If roses are meant to be red, violet to be blue. How could one heart is meant to be bonded with one another?
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember
The time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
[ Memories - Susan Boyle]
There are moments in life that brought you to the world of dream, but you'd rather stay in the present. Dreams cure the pain. Dreams uphold the memories. Dreams come and go, never ever come back.
I find this dreaming-disease of mine very comforting. It recalls what I should remember, and what I have forgotten. It also colours every aspect of my life. Each colour is a different feeling. Each feeling is for a particular person. I smiled. I cried. I hurt. I lost in the ocean of memories.
If roses are meant to be red, violet to be blue. How could one heart is meant to be bonded with one another?
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember
The time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
[ Memories - Susan Boyle]
17.6.10
Tập tành viết lách
Bê từ blog cũ qua, lần này đọc lại thấy dở tè
Bài này nhiễm giọng văn của Stephanie, nên hèn gì đọc thấy dở :))
Đau buồn là bây giờ rặn mấy cũng ko ra được nhiêu đó chữ...haiz
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She usually couldn’t divide numbers in her head as well as multiply them. She thought it was her weakness throughout her math studying. Right, simply a weakness, she mumbled, what else could it be.
“You’re afraid of dividing numbers, aren’t you?”, Robert teased her as he took away the calculator, “It’s Calculus, algebraically please”.
She glared at the smug look on his face, “I just don’t like the concepts of separation”, her voice sank and Robert realized he had touched something he shouldn’t have.
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She enjoyed the solitude and the silence. Not that she disliked parties or crowded places. “What makes us human is our ability to know what not to do and then do it anyway” has become her most favourite quote. Likewise, she has always been suffering from having those dilemmas fighting against each other all the times.
“Oh no, you did not”, the angel side exclaimed, “Did you just flirt at Robert?”
“It’s the nature of human that we smile, okay?”, the devil side protested, “Robert probably doesn’t feel anything anyway”
“Oh my gosh”, the angel side gasped, “so you did flirt him”
“I didn’t mean it” she finally confessed. There was a long pause before she regained her consciousness and found her hands tightened around her legs. She was willing to do anything, even flirting, just to stop the tears swelling in her eyes every time her mind had some spare time to think.
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Poor her Captain Jack Sparrow, he didn’t know what he wanted the most. She chuckled at the idea of Jack and her sharing the same thought. She did not know which one of her desires was what she wanted the most. She now must be considering the consequences of those things that she wanted to do. It was not a pleasure to make up her mind every time it came to her final decision.
“I have no choice”, the devil said with a bit of pity in her tone, “sacrifice was always essential”
“Do physical and mental suffers count as sacrifices?”, the angel slightly trembled.
The devil was startled by the question and then fell silent.
The angel gave a weak smile, “If you don’t have the guts to let yourself suffer, there’s no way you could let other people suffer for your own goods”.
She knew she was going to lose the things that she loved. However, she believed she would survive them all as time went by. She has given everything in the hands of God, who would make miracles possible.
“Is that so?”, the devil finally spoke, “Then I guess there’s no place for me here anymore”
“Stay with me”, the angel pleaded, “swearing or doing bad things somehow ease the pain…you know that better than I do, don’t you?”
The devil laughed at the request, feeling triumphant, “So you don’t mind if I go flirting with Robert again, do you?"
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Most of the time people hardly could understand what the heck she was talking about. She was having a hard time trying to express them as well. The funny thing was that instead of wailing “Nobody ever understands me” like those teenagers, she finally could comprehend and distinguish her feelings. Most notably, she could prevent them from overwhelming her. She absentmindedly looked over her glass of red wine, and softly chuckled at the idea. She simply couldn’t pull herself away from temptations.
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Bài này nhiễm giọng văn của Stephanie, nên hèn gì đọc thấy dở :))
Đau buồn là bây giờ rặn mấy cũng ko ra được nhiêu đó chữ...haiz
----------------------
She usually couldn’t divide numbers in her head as well as multiply them. She thought it was her weakness throughout her math studying. Right, simply a weakness, she mumbled, what else could it be.
“You’re afraid of dividing numbers, aren’t you?”, Robert teased her as he took away the calculator, “It’s Calculus, algebraically please”.
She glared at the smug look on his face, “I just don’t like the concepts of separation”, her voice sank and Robert realized he had touched something he shouldn’t have.
----------------------
She enjoyed the solitude and the silence. Not that she disliked parties or crowded places. “What makes us human is our ability to know what not to do and then do it anyway” has become her most favourite quote. Likewise, she has always been suffering from having those dilemmas fighting against each other all the times.
“Oh no, you did not”, the angel side exclaimed, “Did you just flirt at Robert?”
“It’s the nature of human that we smile, okay?”, the devil side protested, “Robert probably doesn’t feel anything anyway”
“Oh my gosh”, the angel side gasped, “so you did flirt him”
“I didn’t mean it” she finally confessed. There was a long pause before she regained her consciousness and found her hands tightened around her legs. She was willing to do anything, even flirting, just to stop the tears swelling in her eyes every time her mind had some spare time to think.
------------------
Poor her Captain Jack Sparrow, he didn’t know what he wanted the most. She chuckled at the idea of Jack and her sharing the same thought. She did not know which one of her desires was what she wanted the most. She now must be considering the consequences of those things that she wanted to do. It was not a pleasure to make up her mind every time it came to her final decision.
“I have no choice”, the devil said with a bit of pity in her tone, “sacrifice was always essential”
“Do physical and mental suffers count as sacrifices?”, the angel slightly trembled.
The devil was startled by the question and then fell silent.
The angel gave a weak smile, “If you don’t have the guts to let yourself suffer, there’s no way you could let other people suffer for your own goods”.
She knew she was going to lose the things that she loved. However, she believed she would survive them all as time went by. She has given everything in the hands of God, who would make miracles possible.
“Is that so?”, the devil finally spoke, “Then I guess there’s no place for me here anymore”
“Stay with me”, the angel pleaded, “swearing or doing bad things somehow ease the pain…you know that better than I do, don’t you?”
The devil laughed at the request, feeling triumphant, “So you don’t mind if I go flirting with Robert again, do you?"
----------------------------
Most of the time people hardly could understand what the heck she was talking about. She was having a hard time trying to express them as well. The funny thing was that instead of wailing “Nobody ever understands me” like those teenagers, she finally could comprehend and distinguish her feelings. Most notably, she could prevent them from overwhelming her. She absentmindedly looked over her glass of red wine, and softly chuckled at the idea. She simply couldn’t pull herself away from temptations.
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