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Well people have the right to love or hate whatever they want. It doesn't really matter, right brit? We love MU and we don't care what others think, right?
Sun 13 Apr
What a lovely day today! Although the weather wasnt that nice it didn't bother us too much. We gathered, cooked, had a party, karaoke and a lot of fun. Then, we went to a drive-in theatre for a movie - Shanghai Knights. It was really great, the film had a lot of fun and the experience was also terrific. We stayed in the car and watch the movie on the big screen outside, with the car radio turned on for the sound. It was really warm inside compared to the freezing air outside. Although a bit uncomfortable with 5 people in one car, we really enjoyed the movie and thought that it was a good idea not driving 2 cars, cos it must have been very boring that way.
Anyway, it was a great start for the holiday. I still have 2 weeks of break ahead. I don't know what I'm gonna do next. Oh well, I think I'd better have a sleep first. Let's think about it tomorrow.
Good night!
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Love is in your heart not to stay, but to be shared
Được tioz sửa chữa / chuyển vào 10:45 ngày 15/04/2003

...I do it all the time. Talk to myself. And it helps; sometimes, when I feel as if I am going to float away for ever and disappear into nothingness, the sound of my own voice makes me feel real again. I talk to myself silently, inside my head, for years, well no one else bothers listening to me so there doesn't seem much point wasting my breath on talking out loud. But sometimes, everything in my head got in such a muddle that I have to say things out loud to try to make sense of them...Every time I get angry, get sad, no one knows, just go upstairs and put some rock music on, shut my eyes. People think they know me but they never understand that in my mind, it's totally a mess...
I want to be in another place.
I hate when you say you don't understand.
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy.
A place for my head.

...I do it all the time. Talk to myself. And it helps; sometimes, when I feel as if I am going to float away for ever and disappear into nothingness, the sound of my own voice makes me feel real again. I talk to myself silently, inside my head, for years, well no one else bothers listening to me so there doesn't seem much point wasting my breath on talking out loud. But sometimes, everything in my head got in such a muddle that I have to say things out loud to try to make sense of them...Every time I get angry, get sad, no one knows, just go upstairs and put some rock music on, shut my eyes. People think they know me but they never understand that in my mind, it's totally a mess...
I want to be in another place.
I hate when you say you don't understand.
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I want to be in the energy, not with the enemy.
A place for my head.

Well, it's so hard to get going with uni stuff now. The weather is so nice out there. I think I'd better go out rather than just staying here doing some crap. Let's phone some friends
Được tioz sửa chữa / chuyển vào 10:43 ngày 15/04/2003

Well, it's so hard to get going with uni stuff now. The weather is so nice out there. I think I'd better go out rather than just staying here doing some crap. Let's phone some friends
Được tioz sửa chữa / chuyển vào 10:43 ngày 15/04/2003

The night is deep. The solitude is full of images. Sadness and emptyness overflow. Life is not supposed to be this way. The whole body aches with past memories. Slowly, he gets up and goes to the door. He wants to open it, wishing there would be someone out there. And yet, he's afraid to find noone but his shadow looming over the corridor. He crouches on the floor with his fingertips hanging on the door knob. The night is deep ....
"Nguyện mỗi người có một niềm vui"

The night is deep. The solitude is full of images. Sadness and emptyness overflow. Life is not supposed to be this way. The whole body aches with past memories. Slowly, he gets up and goes to the door. He wants to open it, wishing there would be someone out there. And yet, he's afraid to find noone but his shadow looming over the corridor. He crouches on the floor with his fingertips hanging on the door knob. The night is deep ....
"Nguyện mỗi người có một niềm vui"

What a day ! It's been raining all the time. Tonight, I got to leave my freaking scooter at my buddy's house near campus and ask another one to take me home. Although I was supposed to study Physics late night , I couldn't do it. I'm so sleepy and tired. Well, I got an acceptance admission letter from Northeastern Uni for next semester, but I dont think I'm going there even I like Boston much. That's a private one, so expensive. Anyway, forget about it. I will stay here for one more year. After that, I will have more chances. This topic is weird , I think so. It's more likely for girls writing diary than guys doing that. Shiet, I need catch some sleep. Oh God, tell me what I have to do....night everyone.

Don't know what you got till it's gone .

What a day ! It's been raining all the time. Tonight, I got to leave my freaking scooter at my buddy's house near campus and ask another one to take me home. Although I was supposed to study Physics late night , I couldn't do it. I'm so sleepy and tired. Well, I got an acceptance admission letter from Northeastern Uni for next semester, but I dont think I'm going there even I like Boston much. That's a private one, so expensive. Anyway, forget about it. I will stay here for one more year. After that, I will have more chances. This topic is weird , I think so. It's more likely for girls writing diary than guys doing that. Shiet, I need catch some sleep. Oh God, tell me what I have to do....night everyone.

Don't know what you got till it's gone .

What's wrong if a boy write diary? It's not abnormal at all...
You know Scorps, you can obviously see the difference between a girl and a boy's diary. Just take a look at what you and shtp posted. To a girl, the diary is sth of great importance. It's the place where she hides her sorrows, secrets or feelings for people... that she, in some ways, doesn't want to share with anyone else. In contrast, writing diary may seem weird to boys. They hardly tell anything they have on mind. You see, you talked a lot about your plans, what you did but nothing 'bout your emotional life.
Today is the first day of examination. Hm, I spent all night to learn by heart 11 pages of history. Sigh... I really wonder why we have to learn these things? I will probably forget most of them tomorrow.... Oh the education in Vietnam.... so banana!!!
Let's see what's waiting for me tomorrow? A test on geometry. I have to confess I'm not good at math, especially in this section... "dựng hình" Phép quay, phép vị tự.... they're all running in my head!!! So complicated!!!!!! Anyway, what must come must come....
Have a nice day, everyone!
I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves took it away.
I wrote your name in the sky, but the wind blew it away.
So I write your name in my heart, where no one can take it away and it'll be forever...