Just a few stupid lines!

[Lê Quỳnh Anh (LeQuynhAnh)]

In the rain, everything looks more beautiful. Just yesterday, I met a beauty who confirmed my belief.
She was there, right in front of my sixth period classroom, waiting for her friends ro come. She was there, at the most unexpected moment when I was so bored and desperate. She was there, her hair, her eyes, her clothes, wet yet more sensual than ever before. She was there, despite the crying rain and the mourning winds, relaxed and, somehow mysteriously indifferent. Never before did I regret not being a boy as much as this time...
...The rain undressed his upper body. Half naked, he was no longer the guy next door I used to know. He became the grown man with such vigor. Not the man I wanted to have but the man I aspired to be...
(Don't get me wrong, I am not a lesbian, not a homosexual, not a moron. I came, I saw, I enjoyed (rather than conquered as Caesar did) the beauty of life. After all, it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty around you...)
Rain always provokes in me tingled feelings. As the snow-covered muontains spread in front of my eyes, I sensed nothing but loneliness and nostalgia. Face to face the ocean, I felt small and insecurity. Things have always been like that, whether I am at the Fuji mount or the Mediterranean. But rain is... rain. Just a cup of dark coffee, some music and I can sit by the winsow for hours, my head empty but my heart on its roam, things after things pouring back from nowhere, invisible and haunting and grieving and regret and satisfy and lampoon... just like now...
The January rain is sweet
The rain in May is cheerful
The October rain is melancholy
The November rain is full of memory
In the rain, everything looks beautiful. It is among the reasons why I would love the rain to come!

 

[Đặng Thái Hằng (Thái Hằng)]

He came to my life in a flash, by a squeal, with harshness and uncouth. I’ve never imagined that one day I’d be able to domesticate a demon of trivia, and then to suffer the chain of days in remorse and pain. The girl in me has been slated to be this boy’s victim. How could I change the fate laid out readily by God. I was gripped, totally gripped, and then broken, totally broken. I’m talking about the feelings from my heart, as distinct from my name, from my brand, from my illusions, from my reputation, from anything but the deep emotions inside. Those cling to me, unconsciously, drown me glacially into the darkest region on earth, to the hell of life. My apparent strength proved helpless in face of my feelings. I tried to hide, I tried to get away, yet I couldn’t, just resisted passively from him. Have I ever been more tedious than I am being now?

“Take a sleep and dream of an entrepreneur life onward, keep not thinking about him and though in quite a bit of pain, don’t listen to the murmurs of surrender that are swelling up from tons of quarters of your mind, baby, go for a sleep.”

Isn’t that absurd? Isn’t that despicable? Isn’t that filthy to persuade self in such a way?
Wish that someone would chant a slogan in front of me “ Baby, your “ soul- revolt” is not gonna work, surrender now and live your life”. Wish that there were someone out there…

…Yesterday I read the story named “ No name” by sis Dieu Huong again, such a masterpiece that reveals so much about girls, that so much about me. The twin tides of emotions attack me, alternately, and so servely, embrace me so tight, and thus I’m gonna die. The first one says “ hey, what would you harvest from all those corny emotional stuffs? Would it make you happier or just simple eat your precious time? Wake up girl, stop deigning to think of these mediocre things, get back to your studies”. The other says “ Baby, why don’t you enjoy your prime time of life? Why don’t just forget all those material things and be your self, though sensitive and vulnerable, though breakable and weak? Nothing would be greater than to love and be loved.”

I wish I could be extreme, but I am, hovering around the baselines, invoking a solace, in quite a bit of pain.

You know what, they call this “ Noting the atrocity down indignantly”, meo.

 

[Lý Tuấn Minh (eminem10a1)]

ppl have such queer minds. don't know how i should react to things anymore. this is sad, real sad!!

 

[Lê Quỳnh Anh (LeQuynhAnh)]

no one needs ur reaction, Minh!

 

[Nguyen Khac Son (blackmind)]

ppl have such queer minds. don't know how i should react to things anymore. this is sad, real sad!!

Geez, ure too harsh, just let ppl express themselves. It may be a lil girlish subject but it's doing fine. So if u dont know how to react, ignore it.

 

[Lý Tuấn Minh (eminem10a1)]

to Lê Quỳnh Anh: wat's that suppose to mean???

 

[Đặng Thái Hằng (Thái Hằng)]

that's supposed to mean that u dont need to react to those things, coz rather none of ur bizness.

Few stupid lines for today dinner......

A FRIEND


2 am. Too late. I sniffed at the festinating sleep, finding myself at the mercy of trivia and pains. I got online, in the hope of meeting someone, to talk, to relieve, to trade off…some panic lurking badly around. I couldn’t remember how many times I intended to create a new ID, to pose as a slut, chatting the whole night, with some cheap guys somewhere on earth. To be another mortal, to blatantly talk, freely tease and forget all this. Right off the bat, Christina’s voice piped up in my head, oh yeah, “What song is that?”, meo, THE VOICE WITHIN.


She was online too. That’s so good, I’m in need of someone to share, rite, quite good. She’s the one.


We both are fans of Chris. I love Chris because of her insolence, her preposterousness, her imprudence and her fractiousness. But she’s different. She loves the high voice of Chris, she loves the life of Chris’, and she said that she feels the tremble, the lament from an outrageous childhood in Chris’ words. But I sensed in Chris a giant strength to spoil the superficial reception of this filthy world, the strong opinion to change herself, the willpower to not become a scrub. I saw Chris’ strength and she saw Chris
‘weakness.


But…

I told her that I was in a slump, that my bravado, ingenuity and defiance were all gone, in an ambiguous way that I was trying to discover. She listened and she said, like a genuine mentor, that she’d ever undergone that kinda phase, that kinda feelings, that kinda “down”. She said she understood me, but I know she never was and never will be able to do that…We talked, and instead of me, it turned out to be for her to unload: but this indeed was a blessing in disguise, coz for that, I had a chance, to look on the feelings of the one I ever abhorred and admired, then to look back into myself.


She said: “I used to cheat myself all the time. I resorted to tear as something to free my sufferings. I was wrong. Now I know I need to be down to earth and be face to face all the difficulties… That’s rite. Tell me, if you want to be like me, and everyone wants to be at home to study all the time like me, tell me, would ever we need the ranking list, coz no one would actually be on top rite? When I desire to achieve something, my strength, you wouldn’t believe, is dangerous. I ever despised myself as I decided to stay at home, instead of going out with our class on the farewell day, I felt that I was barbarous, evil and then guilty. But.... studying has become part of me and studies has become the challenge that I have no choice but to win over. I don’t wanna be a scrub, an ordinary girl, I have to be different, extremely different….God didn’t give me the intelligence that many people possess, I would show him that, without it, I still can be the best…”

….To be continued.

 

[Lý Tuấn Minh (eminem10a1)]

đến bao h mới có tiêp thế hả?? đề nghị tác giả lên net thường xuyên hơn cái!!

 

[Đặng Thái Hằng (Thái Hằng)]

hic, sự mất hứng....i just saw a flicker of light among the opulent few...

 

[Nguyễn Quang Minh (qminh87)]

I couldn’t remember how many times I intended to create a new ID, to pose as a slut, chatting the whole night, with some cheap guys somewhere on earth. To be another mortal, to blatantly talk, freely tease and forget all this.

oh man, what a coincidence! sometimes I have that feeling too - though I've never thought I'd be a slut, oh dear ) in fact it's more likely to look for a slut
actually i've already tried to chat with random ppl - usually with very "stinky" nicks - which I dont wanna write down here... anyway, I soon found out that its really stupid and meaningless - though sometimes ppl just cant help it....
oh I have no idea what im trying to say, maybe thats why this topic is called "just a few stupid lines"...

 

[Đặng Thái Hằng (Thái Hằng)]

hey Minh, give me that kinda stinky nick, we'll chat sometimes....hehe
You're always formal when u talk to me, so rather hard to believe that thought ever occurs in your mind. What do you mean when you say "Sometimes ppl just cant help it?", ha ha, is it like succulent slurps of food or some glossy toys to a child? I don't think so. Uhm, how to say, wat i wrote must not be what i really think, but that's good to have such a coincidence, hehe.