My life is like a mess this time. I can not do anything at all. Career? Nothing is new! I am still working in that air ticket agency. Love? No way I feel so lonely. Look? Hmmm I am getting older and older, can not realize myself in the mirror. Friends? They left all just because I was too busy and had no time for any body.
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Today I watched Slumdog Millionaire. It is okie but I just do not know why they won lot of Oscars. It is not really excellent. What an Indian movie!
Okie, what a boring entry! I will join a career day tomorrow. Work, work, work that is the only one left in my life at the moment. I work to feel myself useful. I work to forget someone I met and might be loved-I know. I work to keep myself busy. I work and I work so hard.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
4 a friend

My dear friend,
I haven't spoken with you very very long time eventhough our houses r opposite. On the other hand, you are my neighbour. We got a great time when we were young. It just last for 5 years I guess.
When I am going to 6th grade, I moved to another school and I didn't talk with you since then. We have just recently met eachother few times and now what I got is you are about to get married. How fast! We are the same age or you are 6 month elder than me. I just can't believe that you will get married next Sun. You didn't even tell me when we had lunch time. Okie, maybe we are not as close as before anymore.
I know you never can read these messages.
So I become the last single one in our small town.Oops!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Untitled
Today I logged in YM! and found out you came back. Still no changes much! Your sense of humour showed the avatar Kitty in the handcuffs. Hmm Okie you came back and that's it!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Shopping for TET

Tomorrow will be New Year Eve...and the following day will be the first day of a new year. Well, my emotion is getting changed time to time. I don't feel as eager as before any more. Tet now is just like the time I can get a bit relax after many hard working days. No hanging out, no bf, no schools, ... Everything just goes round and round. Hope something new in the next year.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Dust on eyes
I remember you got tears on your eyes once we chatted together. Then I asked you if you were crying or getting dust on your eyes. You told me it is because of dust. I believed in your answer eventhough I know well there was no any dust in your eyes.
Today I am listening a song-a Viet one by chance that named “Dust on eyes”. The song is so so and her voice is so so, too. But don’t know why all the things we got together revived to me.
One morning like others, I dressed up and got my bike to work. Red lights!!! I stopped, had the left foot press on the break; looked down and I saw men whose socks are not white. I remember that you told me you prefer a pair of white, then I make a comparison if any difference between the men in black/grey/brown/dark blue socks and the men in white socks. It just takes 30 secs to stop for red lights while I got many questions in my mind. Okay, done! Time was up and I had to ride on. I didn’t have any answer for my questions but surely next time I will see men’s socks again and think of you.
Today I am listening a song-a Viet one by chance that named “Dust on eyes”. The song is so so and her voice is so so, too. But don’t know why all the things we got together revived to me.
One morning like others, I dressed up and got my bike to work. Red lights!!! I stopped, had the left foot press on the break; looked down and I saw men whose socks are not white. I remember that you told me you prefer a pair of white, then I make a comparison if any difference between the men in black/grey/brown/dark blue socks and the men in white socks. It just takes 30 secs to stop for red lights while I got many questions in my mind. Okay, done! Time was up and I had to ride on. I didn’t have any answer for my questions but surely next time I will see men’s socks again and think of you.
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