Anything we love, and we hate
Rest in here, the heart of the sky.
When the world is nothing accurate,
Endlessly strive,
Not to cry.
If rain comes now, with wind blows up
Million teardrops’d happily fall
If ice melts now to snow enough
So blue and sweet, the goodness of all!
Should I forget, and carry on,
Yearning to live, forever alone?
Or I’ll come back, to have you mine,
Until we’re dead, together we’ll shine…!
When I came back to
But a promise is a promise, so I still recorded what I had last summer. It was intended to be posted on Holden’s birthday but, well, you know, uhm… so I am going to post it this time.
This was recorded in a gym, soon after that the gym was closed in order to be renovated as a new recreation center in the campus. So I was apparently the last person who danced there, pretty historical isn’t it?
Performer: Anh Tran
Choreographer: Anh Tran
Filmer: Anh Tran (put it auto)
Music list: 1. Moments in love - The art of noise; 2. Cameo - Word Up; 3. Cali Life Style - Freakin (Remix).
I recently have realized that many people seem to be confused between “non-believer” and “atheist”. This happens to both Americans and Vietnamese and possibly people from other countries. I believe that the unlikeness of the two should be clarified better, since the notions of “non-believer” and “atheist” are hugely different.
It would take more time, effort, and wisdom to discuss about such thing sufficiently, and I currently don’t have enough incentive to be “devoted” to this topic, so I will just give whatever I have.
I personally feel that in the eyes of many Christian, we tend to consider simply whether a person believes in God or not, and consequently, we tend to treat those who don’t the same way – whatever the way is. However, as a former non-believer myself, I see a big difference here. Non-believers, like I was, don’t usually have much clue about what God is, who Jesus really is, or what He has done. This type of people is somewhat innocent – like a blank paper (and no, I am not praising my old self or whatever). If they get their chance to know God, they tend to be able to receive Him rather easily (although, yeah, not too easily as we all know). To talk about Jesus to these people, a good attitude and an additional level of Christian knowledge should be good. He will do the rest.
Atheist people are a different story. They have knowledge about Christianity either some bit or a great due. Some of them also possess a high level skill of philosophy and rhetoric and usually form their own belief. These include those who are anti-Christians who are really scary for me. (I was really close to be beaten up by some, ask my brother, he may know the story). Regardless of whoever atheists are, discussing with them requires a really good Christian knowledge, conversational skills and also experiences. (I am still way to far from this level and have been trying to improve myself to be a better Christian).
That’s all I have for this time. I feel really sleepy and tired right now (“sleepy” and “tired” are different also, maybe I’ll write about them later), so I stop here. At a glance I know that this post is full of incompleteness, ignorance, and other errors. Please feel free to add and fix stuff, saying “You are wrong, stupid!” or whatever. I love comments and may someday I will marry one. No, I should go to bed now, okay.
I want to see my family in
On the 21st, I finally got the mailing address of the Sukuts (no, I am gonna use a lot of the word “finally” so I should just say, “I got the address”). At that night, I found out an astonishing fact: there was not any single Christmas card in my room, and I had to buy some really soon. The only place to get cards that I knew was Walmart, and it was miles away. I didn’t have a car, nor any of my friends around. At that night, I – mysteriously – failed to catch the bus, which was really painful. Next day, things didn’t get any brighter and no car or bus or plane or ship came to my life. So after trying all the possible plans I could possibly make (and failed all), I decided to just walked to Walmart. (Well no, I did think of standing at the crossroads with a piece of cardboard but I preferred not to do it).
So I walked to Walmart. Some times like this makes me want to be smarter (so that I would at least come up with walking early) and to be in wonderful places like Narnia (so the weather would be sunny and warm and nice). Unfortunately none of these happened, and I started walking to Walmart at 10 pm and the temperature was about 5 F. (And no, I am definitely not praising myself or doing anything of that sort. This IS a story of mine, and you should simply read it just like a lame article on a random newspaper). It was not so warm to me and walking right next to cars in the dark was pretty adventurous. Well, finally I got to Walmart and was so thankful. Another “I survive” was said.
So basically I got the cards. The next step was to write them and send them. So on the 23rd, I had to send the cards at any cost in order to get them reach Mt hopefully on time. However, things just got more and more hilariously unfortunate. I somehow finished writing the cards at 4: 40 pm, and the post office would close at 5. When I saw my watch, I realized a terrible thing: it was actually 4:50pm – 10 minutes later. Any second in such situation is critically important, so I didn’t even have time to be stunned but rushed my best to the post office.
One wonderful thing about Warrensburg was that it could get awesomely cold, but still rained like out of nowhere. And when the raindrops got to the earth, it froze to ice. I hadn’t seen anything that slivery in
It was 5:07. I stood in front of the closed door and couldn’t think or do anything. And since crying was still inappropriate for a man, so I ended up shaking my head and laughed.
The next day, the 24th, I went to the post office right after I woke up, and yeah, it was before 5:00pm so the cards were finally sent. “They will reach there on Saturday”, the woman said. Ok, whatever.
So yeah, that’s my story. It is too late now for a Merry Christmas wish, but the whole world is waiting for the new year to come. So this time I’ll say,
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
When English wasn’t complete, there were two friends hanging out at the field. One of them was self-claimed to be a knowledgeable person who knew a lot of vocabularies. Suddenly his friend pointed toward the sky and asked:
- What is that?
Without any hesitation or even looking back, the so-called wise guy answered:
- It’s the sky.
However, his friend didn’t seem satisfied and said:
-Uhm… really?
- Yeah, the sky. – The smart guy started to be annoyed.
- Well, I don’t really think so… - His friend continued.
Now the smart guy reluctantly looked back.
- Yeah, that’s the sky! The sky, man!
Still pointing upward, the friend said:
- No, not the sky. That.
Really fast the smart guy said,
- Yeah, it’s the sky…
But this time he saw the strange thing that his friend was asking about, flying up high in the sky. So…
- It’s… sky… er…ky… tk…! – He started messing up.
- “Kite”? – His friend asked again, still looking at it amazedly.
- Yeah, it’s a "kite". Nice, eh?
Yup, and that’s how we have the word “kite”. The end.
The story is true, can you believe it? Well, except not, I just make it up. Never mind.
It was a rainy evening, and I just came back to my room from work. As usual, I checked my e-mails, and here I saw the most surprising thing I could ever think of: a message saying that a person in Myspace wanted to add me, and it was… Anastasia. ANASTASIA!!! Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! I looked at her last name, and it was really hers. And the profile picture, it was her right there. It really was Anastasia, at last…!
How long was it? One year or two years? No, it was forever, since the day she left. Oh my, what a great joy! What a great pain!
Surprisingly, thinking of her still makes me hurt deeply even now. And just like any other time I did, memories just come back to me all at once…
-Anastasia, when you disappeared I was so confused. No one told me anything - any single thing! And I was just nobody but a powerless exchange student. So I just randomly heard
-Anastasia, the Battle-B team and me had a break-dance show in the end and it was fun, though we screwed up a bit.
-Ana, we did our presentations about the Civil War, and we did really well. I presented mine while drawing a portrait of “Stone wall”
-Ana, our house Pendragon have fought splendidly with Avilion that year, thought we lost in the end.
-Ana, we had the Renaissance Fair, and it was awesome. I got second place in drawing and singing with
-Ana, we went to
-Ana, we played volleyball in the end of the spring, and it was fantastic.
-Ana, we had a play about Tom Thumb, and we did well in the play and people loved it. Oh, and I was the bailiff…
-Ana, I got only one B (in Mr. V’s class) and the rest were A’s. I graduated in the end, Ana, with a speech that even made some people cry.
-And Anastasia, I became a Christian! I am a Christian, you know, just like you. Oh God!
NO! I don’t want to tell you like these. I can’t. I only wished you had been there, if only you had! Now I don’t even know what to start to tell you with. Days and months have passed by, and things have changed so much. Now you have someone you love, and I am going to have mine. I don’t even know what to start with. We are just strangers now, Anastasia. But you know, the little nerve crush of a high school boy two years ago was just too clear as the sky of the day you left, and too deep as the last look I had from your eyes.
I ran out to the rainy night. The sky was crying.
Thank You, my Lord, for that what I have been praying is fulfilled. She is alright after all…
Here is was I did on 10-31-2008:
12:00 am: I was home after work, and started reviewing for the tough finance test.
2:00 am: I felt quite hungry and made some noodle with egg. Tasted good.
3:00am: I finished eating and studying, I went to bed.
I slept.
8:15 am: I woke up, thinking how early I could possibly wake up like that.
I looked at the clock, realized that I forgot to press the button before going to bed.
I put on my shirt.
I changed my pants.
I ran straight from my room to the class. About half of the way, I felt exhausted and started walking.
I arrived. The test had started 15 minutes before.
9:00am: I gave my paper to the professor, and ran to work at the office.
10:30am: I am done working.
I came home, wrote a short essay for my scholarship application.
12:00pm: I sent my scholarship application, and headed to the cafeteria for lunch.
Then I ran to the library to finish my research for my Composition 2 class.
I realized that my backpack was opened, and my binder was gone.
It was at the office, so I ran there and take it.
3:00pm: I am done researching. I printed it and ran to my instructor’s office to put it in her mailbox.
3:15pm: I arrived at my workplace, knowing that I was 15 minutes late.
My friend called, telling about the Halloween party. Shoot, I didn’t have a costume. What could I possibly think of…?
Many of my co-workers were gone for parties, so there were only two people there. I did the work of several people at once, while my boss was messing with Facebook.
7:30pm: I was done, finally.
I came home.
People were gone for the bonfire. I was late for that.
So I didn’t have to get a costume, I thought.
7:33 pm: I sat down. Done.
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BONUS:
The haunted house in Kansas City
Truly is scary
But since there is hope
Surely there is peace
As I can see…
Warrensburg, Oct 31, 2008
