Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Ngủ ko ngon... Ngủ chập chờn.. Mơ linh tinh.. Sáng dậy trong lúc nửa tỉnh nửa mơ tim vừa nặng vừa mệt... Đập bùm bụp... Dạo này đâm ra yếu tim... Sao càng lớn mình càng lo âu nhiều ta ...




"... to think of whats holding you together."
Omma dậy bò xuống giường vươn vai, thấy con gái nằm chèo queo 1 đống, cười hí hí 
"sao con dậy r hả?" 
"con ngủ ko yên.. Mệt tim..."
lại cười hí hí
"Eh? Hnay có vụ này nữa hả? Giống cô Hồng m r hả?"
*tung tăng ra khỏi phòng*

...

Tammie txt... 2 con early birds cùng mệt tim ...

Monday, August 12, 2013

sleepless nights

My mother s playing Winter Sonata OST right now. Too much feels it hurts my  stomach. 

These days i ve felt like im walking around blindfolded, bumping into many stuffs, covering my ears from too much noise, yet still afraid to take the blindfold off to find it all empty around me.  

Whose fault is it... 

Friday, August 9, 2013

Youre not the only one who's suffering.

I am, too.





Someone lies to me once, the rest of his words becomes my questions.







If i can have a choice... nostalgia is still better than regrets... i rather make lots and lots of good memories than nothing at all.








I laughed a lot yesterday, spent time hiking with a few friends. The scenery was gorgeous. The friends were dear. We sat on the windy hill looking out to the ocean bay. There s always something about the ocean that draws into me, how generous and persistent it seems.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

If we make the best memory of today, noltagia ll chill me to the bone one day. If we make no memory at all, regrets ll hit me hard one day. Either way it ll hurt. Is it better to make the best memory or make no memory at all?

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

In the end, it's family we run back to.
Because as we get older, we live fast.
Sometimes we go through life so fast we miss the time spent holding on to each other's hand.

I ve been feeling unease lately. I have splitting headache frequently, and my tummy is upset i cant eat normally without feel nauseous. To make it worse, there r thousands strings pulling my stomach and it sucks. You know that feeling when you think of sth unpleasant and it just knocks you in the stomach. 

I spent the evening snuggled up to my mother's laps just to get some warmth. I love skinship... esp when im feeling low...  
I asked my mother if friendship is such a periodic thing. 
"Do you have a bestfriend or a closefriend?"
She quickly replied with a name. I recognize the woman. I last saw her when i was five. My mother must havent seen her friend in years. 
"Do you talk to her often?"
"No."
I told my mother my feels, how ceci got married and i wondered if she catched up with friends often, how sentimental i am, friendship of the young adults, marriage and family, priority shifts... 
"You guys are still dreamers", she said, "You still idealize things. Once you settle down, you ll spend all energy for your family."
I guess she's mostly right.
"Mom dont we all go through phases in order to grow up...? Thats what we should do?... When im at your age i ll probably look at my kids and think the same thing you said. But just because sth doesnt last forever doesnt mean it wasnt meaningful while it did last.. It doesnt mean it wasnt inportant, does it...? Sometimes im having such a hard time sorting out my relationships with people.. I didnt have much faith in people or friendship in general. The wonderful yet scary thing about a person's heart is that it can change, no matter what. I guarded myself like a top secret. The older i get the more i realize i need focus on myself... But sometimes i place my happiness on such unpredictable things like friendship and love. And i find myself running back to family when things get tough. Its where i were once a child. Children follows their hearts so easily... Adults are held back by constant pain and dissappointment..

dont want to be selfish... 
My head hurts and my heart is so heavy at times. I think a lot bc im afraid of being unprepared. The advantage of thinking a lot is that eventually you have to force yourself to learn how not to let your thoughts negatively control your action and your life. My thoughts are in a separated world of their owns. I learn not to complicate things... But still... I guess one of the hardest lesson i ll ever learn is to let go and take a step back when time comes. 

...
"Mom are you happy?"
She always says yes. The person who laughs less than i do and often looks tired, always replies with a yes. I think her secret is that she trusts herself no matter what others do... 



Saturday, August 3, 2013

I hear your voice.

"If I disappear… I’d like it if you never knew, and instead thought that I was living well somewhere, studying hard, hanging out with friends, dreaming of becoming a police officer. I’d like you to believe that I was living well that way. If I disappear… I’d like it if you didn’t cry. I’d like you to be happy. And once in a while… just once in a while… I’d like you to remember me."




"I think she still thinks a day will come when our time ends, it doesn’t matter if she thinks that way. Even if that end comes, I will find her again and when we start over, we will be happy again."



"Even after 10 years passed, I recognized you. Even after I losed my memory and erased you, I loved you again. Even if another 10 years pass, if I lose my memory again, I’m going to find you and love you again."