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September 15 My IKIRUMột ngày thu âm u se se lạnh bỗng trở nên thật đặc biệt khi cuộc đời mình xuất hiện một gam màu mới, một quyển sách mới, một bài hát mới, hay như hôm nay, một người bạn mới. Hàng ngày có đến vài chục người đi lướt qua tôi, nhưng để dừng lại, mắt chạm mắt, nở một nụ cười, trò chuyện thật nhiều trên suốt quãng đường vai kề vai còn lại thật tình quá ít. Cho nên, dù chẳng có gì nhiều ngoài sự chân thành mà cho đi ngày càng lúng túng, chìa tay ra, bắt thật chặt, rất vui vì chúng mình làm quen. 生之欲——"Ikiru" —— Akira Kurosawa. Tối nay sẽ xem cho bằng hết. August 30 Rời xa
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June 13 1 MonthDecember 10 SIGNET CLASSICS Along with Julien et Barbara, a poem makes tears run through my eyes...
Alone By Edgar Allan Poe____ November 18 医院里的老人
昨天在医院里呆了6个小时。眼前的病患者,小孩儿的哭声,电视上一直重复的无聊广告,药物和死亡的气味。。。验血房里的我站在中间,觉得极度烦躁,头晕,心里强烈着逃出去的念头。这时我看到了他们。一对老人。通常在医院里看到的老人大部分是孤独的,尽管是子女陪着来,还是觉得他/她很沉默,很无助,活在他们的世界里——被我们世界隔绝的世界。人越老长得越相似。他们在我们眼中不是一个存在着的个体,而成了一种象征——衰老和虚弱,死亡和我们的尽头。但我当时看到的那对老人就不一样。老婆婆痛疼地全身都靠在老公公的怀里。和她虚弱的样子相对,他坐得很稳,腰很值,一只手放在她头下扶着,另一只手不停地揉阿揉她的背。老婆婆一直说疼,老公公一直揉。这个场景持续差不多2个小时。手中朋友的尿水瓶,穿过窗户的冷空气,没完没了的等待...,对我,Nothing really mattered anymore。 偶尔也会像昨天那样看到一些给人希望的事情。不是电视电影里由绝望人制造的圆满结局的希望,而是真人真事真正的希望。自己也少了一份冷淡,几份麻木。祝愿他们能平安。 October 28 Let goIt's been pretty messed up.
Things happened, mostly bad.
It's been a bad month, or time is no longer on my side?
So tired of this numbness, naivety!
Just let go, dear Me! October 24 TMDTMD, 我的钱是我的钱,怎么能说因为我缺个签名就不是我的钱了?那它们成了谁的钱?不会是你们的吧?别搞错,你们拿着那钱,留着一千年一万年,或出去喝几杯酒,吃几串烤肉,唱几首庸俗的歌,丢出去,或根本不值一提所以在哪都不在意,可那钱也不是你们的,说得直白一点,你们用自己作出,自己知道的所谓“规定”,“先例”来偷我的钱。我的钱5年前已注定是我的钱。我死了它还是我的钱。你们不是不懂这道理,你们就不理罢了。
为了我的钱,为了我的人生最重要的东东——面子,我会继续找你们讨债,至死不休! September 05 Believe me I CAN flyJune 06 Entry for June 6 Once in a while I wake up after a "siesta" and feel like a drug-addict. My hands shake and my face seems pale... Water's still "cool" but I'm not so crazy about bathin everyday like I used to be. I walk down the stairs thinkin there must be somethin wrong with the glasses, cos I swear my legs look so short they can't even reach the stairs. When I get to the lobby to buy a new washin-machine card (addict or not, I still wear clean clothes) people talk with characters flyin outta their mouths (well that's kinda exaggerated, I'm not Don Konkey) and those spell "d r u g a dd i c t " See thing is I'm not into drugs (would love to try sometime consider I'm in college and stuff), I just dig TV and movies and novels and that's all. So I guess everyone must be addicted to somethin while we're in college. What really makes us addicts different is our symptoms and our symptoms only. We're stoned (or high or whatsoever..!) in ways that have nothin to do with personality or morality or nationality (!) or even our values, if you must say. So long as you don't get people (includin yourself) hurt and kill you'll still go to Heaven (be proud) for addicts and may God himself give you a hug somtime, then you'll be free without lectures or rehabs or Hymns or curses, or watsoevar..! May 27 Hell bells
I doom my love, scream my hatred. Noone's better, then noone's worse Those were the best of days... May 20 Back to KansasMay 18 SUPERNATURAL3: THE SEASON FINALE - "No Rest For The Wicked"Holy crap. Holy crap!... Supernatural hit us with the most shocking finale we’ve seen since the beloved Metallicar was t-boned by a semi. How could they do this to us?
We catch up with the guys when Dean’s got about 30 hours to live. Things are looking grim for Dean – he’s dreaming of Hellhounds, hallucinating demon faces, and generally cursing his fate. The good news? Bobby thinks he might be able to help. Now that they know Lilith holds the contract, they can track her down and kill her. How hard could it be?
Pretty darn hard, thank you. Lilith is a bad-ass, and the normal demon-fighting procedures won’t cut it. Sam wants to summon Ruby to get her knife but Dean won’t hear of it. She lies! Sam sneaks off to summon Ruby anyway – give me your demon-killing knife! Ruby says that won’t do a whole hell of a lot, but Sam? He just might already have the skills he needs to save Dean. See those demon-controlling powers that Old Yellow Eyes gave to his general are lying dormant in Sam. If he can tap into them, he can control Lilith and save Dean. But Dean won’t have that. Yes, of course, Dean was eavesdropping – he knew Sam wouldn’t listen to him. What’s more, he manages to piss Ruby off enough that she starts beating the crap out of him, giving him an opportunity to pinch the knife. What’s more, he’s already prepared a Devil’s Trap on the ceiling. Now they’ve got the knife, and Ruby can’t go after them. The guys try to slip off, but Bobby’s no slouch – he’s disabled the Metallicar to ensure he gets to go with them. The guys track Lilith to an idyllic suburb in Indiana, where the big bad is on “shore leave.” She’s inhabiting a cherubic little girl, and we won’t be able to pass a playground without shuddering after seeing Lilith at play. Lilith-girl kills a babysitter, makes a large blood puddle out of the family dog, snaps her grandpa’s neck, and generally has her family living in terror. It’s not good. One of the few upsides of Dean’s approaching deadline is he can see demons true faces, so he’s able to tell Sam and Bobby where all the other demon-possessed folks are hiding in plain sight. The guys do a little stealthy demon pruning, but before they can get too far, someone grabs Dean. It’s Ruby! How’d she escape? Unfortunately, the argument they have attracts the demons’ attention, so our heroes have to make a run to Lilith-girl’s house. Bobby isn’t with them – he’s busy blessing the local water supply, so the sprinklers turn into serious demon repellant. Nice work, Bobby! Sam makes his way up to the little girl’s pretty pink bedroom, and prepares to use the demon-killing knife to do in the sleeping child (at her mother’s terrified urgings). Right before he can strike the fatal blow, Dean stops him – Lilith isn’t in her anymore! The clock strikes midnight just as the guys have finished sequestering the family in the relatively safe confines of the basement, and the Hellhounds start coming. Dean can see them approach, and he, Sam and Ruby barricade themselves inside a room. But something’s not right – Ruby isn’t herself. Lilith has taken over Ruby! She pins the guys, then lets the Hellhounds in. They savage Dean while Sam watches in despair. Then she prepares to work her deadly white-light mojo on the boys, but something goes wrong. Ruby’s eyes roll back, and Sam is released, He’s perfectly willing to use the knife on Ruby, but the demon leaves her body before he can strike. So we’re left with Sam and Dean. Sam cradles Dean, but nobody’s home—he’s dead. No, really. He’s dead. They didn’t save him. Dean is actually dead. Aigh! It gets worse – the camera zooms into Dean’s lifeless eye, and we go deep inside him, all the way to hell itself. We’re left with the image of Dean chained in a dark, foreboding hell, screaming for Sam to help him. Holy crap! May 16 Entry for May the 16thMay 14 A good day for positive affirmations... (from a book of Louise L. Hay) I choose to stretch beyond where I was when I got up this morning. I am ready to open myself up to something new. I choose to live my highest awareness. I choose to remember that every problem has a solution and present problems are temporary. I choose to let go of feeling sorry for myself. I am willing to learn the lesson and open up to the good that the Universe has to offer. I choose to be willing to change. I accept the fact that I will not always know how things are to be worked out. I can trust and know that everything is working out for the best. All is well. ^______^
May 13 I enjoy being miserable, dont I?
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There was a serious earthquake yesterday afternoon, and I didn't know 'til today's morning. How lucky I am! Disasters don't happen where I'm around. Let's hope God keep them that way as long as possible. Or, since we're praying and stuff, let's wish heaven for the deaths, recovery for the injuries, and ones who are left behind.
I begin to think that I enjoy being miserable cos everytime it's close to a dead-end, I wait & wait 'til it's closer & closer..., then I stop (these days that means scared and start to do homeworks). It's not that I don't worry while I'm waiting, it just seems not enough to make me think straight, get my head out of some weird thoughts (consider the situation, those are weird), some movies, some songs, some people I don't even know, or talk to. I get used to be pushed by time (not people, cannot stand being pushed by people!), being miserable finding solutions, hating myself for not doing enough earlier, and there are times I simply just quit, disappear, so that I don't have to be under-pressure anymore (that's silly, rarely works). It'd be OK if that habit didn't affect my works, but it does, and it WILL destroy me someday unless I stop feeding and it stops growing big. Problem is, "DO I?". Do I enjoy being miserable? Am I such a "drama queen" cos my life's empty and my heart always has a hole? Oh... don't open THAT DOOR, leave it, leave it to a shrink someday. Psychology's not, and shouldn't be my thing.
May 07 Entry for May the 7th After a while, MONEY, again, came and cut me some slack (yayyy..!). Thanks to the Ministry of education of Vietnam, I own you all, BIG TIME!
On the bus today I saw an old woman with a cart full of food (she might had just come from some malls). When she sat down she accidentally lost feel of balance and nearly fell to a lady sitting on the opposite. Sayin' somethin', "the lady" bent down so I thought she was to help; then I realized she was startin' to yell cos the old woman's cart had fell too and touched her silk stockings... I was playing Within Temptation really loud but still, couldn't escape all the yellings. It was burning-hot today but at that moment I felt a gust of wind that was somehow chilly and hot. Lookin' at the old woman sittin' there quietly, I felt exhausted. "PALE" of W.T was rising and I found myself watching a sad movie in a cinema where the air-conditioner wasn't workin' at all. That was sucked!
My new pal, I just discovered she was a vet today. When we were havin' dinner, she told me how to kill bulls, bunnies, dogs... etc in the fastest ways. I find it oddly interesting, cos being a vet, she also knows ways to be a slaughter, so she can do her job. Then I wonder if a slaughter knows how to be a vet (guessin' no, cos it would be like a killer saving people or somethin', I mean, maybe he could, but he would not).
May 05 Moving thoughtsMaybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people When the door of happiness closes, another opens The best kind of friend is Its true that we dont know what weve got until we lose it Giving someone all your love is never an assurance Dont go for looks There are moments in life when you miss someone so much Dream what you want to dream May you have enough happiness to make you sweet Always put yourself in others shoes The happiest of people dont necessarily have the best of everything Happiness lives for those who cry Love begins with a smile When you were born (from Vinh's blog) 厌烦有时候很厌烦这里的生活,这里的吵闹,做作,这里的所有事和人。
要是你们还在的话。。。
当然我还会时常感到厌烦,但至少
你们会同我一起厌烦 [或装作厌烦,便做我的同盟,同党(?)]
要是你们还在的话。。。
当然我们不会每天都见面,但至少
当我需要的时候,打个电话,发个短讯,不管是打个喷嚏还是出了事故,你们都会及时赶到
要是你们还在的话。。。
当然我还是那样发觉不到你们的重要性,会对你们发脾气,生气时还会删掉你们的手机号码,你们的照片,你们的邮件地址,但至少
第二天我们还有机会见面(我会重新爱你们一次的)
要是你们还在的话。。。
我还是会保持拒人于千里之外这个坏习惯,但至少
你们会使我不时也感到寂寞;而我也不用努力去认识一些陌生人;努力去弥补你们走后的空缺(那是不可能)
要是你们还在的话。。。 前天见到了一个人。我们刚认识就很开心地一起吃烤肉,还吃冰淇淋。但她不住这里。
这使我想起今晚突然打给我的一位深圳朋友。是去看LINKIN PARK演唱会的时候认识的。他在看台的对面,拿着望远镜,用手机和我聊天。那天很冷。我们过了0点才各自回去。
像你们那样被我喜欢的人都离我很远。
今天实在太厌烦了。
过了这个夏天,我就不用那么厌烦了。 February 27 Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot
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The world forgetting, by the world forgot
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Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
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Each prayer accepted and each wish resigned"
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