Cold, cold heart...
The song is not very Christmas-y but it is very conveying to me right now.
2008/12/23
2008/12/22
2008/12/21
this is what i picture of a perfect night. (inside) a (bostonian) brownstone. a lampshade with soft glow. white see-through curtain down. the (tapping) wind and/or (falling) snow outside the window. (the radio barely audible). and sinking in bed. and reading i, etcetera for the first time. or unbearable lightness for a thousandth time. coffee on the nightstand. and all by myself...
dated September 16th, 2006
2008/12/20
2008/12/19
2008/12/17
 | Not Big Ca sĩ: Lily Allen |  |
i would certainly be pissed off if i were the boyfriend.
or the brother.
the girl is really a bitch.
but i love the way she mocks
everything.
update: if we dont have anything nice to say to each other, its best to keep our mouths shut. you didnt so as of today, april 13th, this is the song i have for you. i still keep my mouth shut about blah blah blah.
2008/12/06
im connecting the dots
and what am i having?
a line infinite
or a segment that is bound?
when it begins?
or does it have a stop?
or if none, then show me please
an inflection point
beyond which things concave.
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It's clear to me now that male is a master in defending himself, a master in coming up with excuses and legitimate reasons to cheat.
Where is the "Happily ever after"?
2008/12/04
2008/12/03
Tôi 17 tuổi. Tôi nghe Trịnh Công Sơn - Khánh Ly. Tôi khóc. Mọi người khóc.
Tôi 23 tuổi. Tôi vẫn nghe Trịnh Công Sơn - Khánh Ly. Tôi thấy thanh thản và tin tưởng. Mọi người mỉm cười.
Tôi bước tiếp.
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I was seventeen. I listened to Trịnh Công Sơn - Khánh Ly. I dropped a tear. Life dropped a tear.
I am twenty-three. I am listening to Trịnh Công Sơn - Khánh Ly. I find quiet and peace. Life smiles a sweet and assuring smile.
I keep walking.
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