I really want to go back, to where I have all my privacy and freedom, and friends. And yet, I wouldn't actually have friends there, because they are all gone for winter break. Moreover, I would not have anything to do and just be alone and sad.
I know staying here is good, having good food, companion, staying in a cute house, being able to go shopping. Yet, I don't have total freedom, I don't have all the time I need. I don't really belong here. The most thing I can do is to wish for time to go by fast.
I would love to go home, if it's not so faraway.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Seattle 01
Although, I'm quite sleepy, I will put down a little bit of my thought here.
My life is so unfair to me. I found a person, (not really "found") who would do so well on checking off my list. Yet, it's would be messed up. One half - one half - one half - one half. One sixteenth of our blood is similar. Or maybe not at all.
Handsome,
Good figure, medium height,
Intelligent
Photographer,
Easy going, gentle and clever,
at least about that much. And our ages are -
God sent me a physical form of my checklist, without allowing me to put down any check. It's forbidden.
sigh
going on a journey
to look for you
keep your hope up
If miracle happened once, it would happen again.
Monday, December 12, 2011
TTL
Time to write blog.
Because it's exam week.
A collectivism of my scattered thought. It started with my stomachache, I don't know whether it was because of unclean food or because of gas bulking. But there was a storm in my -stormach-. It whirled so badly, the wind. It wrecked so painfully, the ship. It broke so determinedly, the wave. Right in the middle of my thought challenging exam.
And feel like I need to let it out. To break open a whole and let all the poison come out.
If I got stabbed...
If I got stabbed at the stomach
If I got stabbed at the soul
If I got stabbed at the heart
what will come out?
At that point all I thought of was the black smoke of the bad food that ruined my digestive system.
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More thought on other thing,
Nguyen,
he doesn't like to be at home.
he is not taking SAT.
his soul of freedom is really wild.
That doesn't affect my life. But that means. We will not be able to be together at the place where we met, where I found my feeling, where I treasured, where I put part of my heart.
Because it's exam week.
A collectivism of my scattered thought. It started with my stomachache, I don't know whether it was because of unclean food or because of gas bulking. But there was a storm in my -stormach-. It whirled so badly, the wind. It wrecked so painfully, the ship. It broke so determinedly, the wave. Right in the middle of my thought challenging exam.
And feel like I need to let it out. To break open a whole and let all the poison come out.
If I got stabbed...
If I got stabbed at the stomach
If I got stabbed at the soul
If I got stabbed at the heart
what will come out?
At that point all I thought of was the black smoke of the bad food that ruined my digestive system.
---------
More thought on other thing,
Nguyen,
he doesn't like to be at home.
he is not taking SAT.
his soul of freedom is really wild.
That doesn't affect my life. But that means. We will not be able to be together at the place where we met, where I found my feeling, where I treasured, where I put part of my heart.
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