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Tuesday, 13 July 2010
"Who would be the most important person in my life?", sometimes I asked.
Just listened to the story of a girl, a girl who lost her purity in her first love with a man who raped her in the new year's eve. After the event, her soul was torn into million pieces, so badly damaged that she thought she could never be in serious love again. Then one day, another man came and loved her after a time befriending. She sneered sarcastically at him while all the way telling him to love her as a prostitude; if he agreed then they could begin, she said. Despite all her scornful manner and behaviors toward him, he treated her with all his heart, until one day, by the twist of fate, she was brought by him to the same room where she had been raped and met the raper, her ex, who turned out to be a friend of her new lover. She screamed out and rushed away as soon as she saw him. Her new lover ran and called out to her, but she didn't stop, and while on his way to catch her in the night, he was hit by a car which caused him to be in a red liquid mess when she came to him. The story ended with the scene where she stood in front of his grave and held his diary in her hands, by which she found out that he had known all about her and his friend before but it just made him love her more fiercely, not turn away as she thought he would do if he found out about her past. Things were too late then when she wept at his grave as she realized she did love him so much but never had the courage to accept it. And though tardily, there was one thing that she finally understood - that she should never let her past pain create more pains for her and others, that she must love and deeply appreciate what she'd got no matter what…
Personally, I believe she will. Because she, at the end of the story, was just as tearful as I, as a result of a jangling awakening - that the people in our present life are the most precious ones. Tears just welling in my eyes when I realize how much I love them, how badly I'd miss them if they were gone, the people whom I hated, the people who caused me trouble directly or indirectly, the people I was afraid to face because of my affectionate attachment to them… and of course, the ones who I call family and friends. They are the people. They are my greatest love. They are my sunshine, my everything. I love them dearly. Tonight, I think I'll pray for them from the deepest of my heart. Yes, they can ignore me, they can do no good in return for me, they can let me be one-sided love, whatever, I love them - this is enough. I love them.
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Wednesday, 5 May 2010
mộng mong manh mà mộng mãi miên man
...Đắm say cũng một kiếp người
Cuồng quay cũng một giấc Đời mà thôi
Đời ngọt đắng như vôi như mật
Đời được mất như nắng như mưa
Giật mình trong một giấc trưa
Tỉnh ra mới rõ: chỉ vừa ban mai
Trong cơn gió khoan thai nhè nhẹ
Mây miên man khe khẽ trôi xa
Lung linh hương sắc rừng hoa
Giậc mình tỉnh giấc: chỉ là chiêm bao.
Nhìn trước mắt trời cao vời vợi
Trông sau lưng phơi phới gió hồng
Ra đi trong ánh hừng đông
Hoa vàng lá ngọc tấm lòng chẳng xiêu
Chân dừng bước, ráng chiều rơi vội
Đêm bao la tiếp nối hành trình
Nắng lên rọi tiếng bình minh
Con đường trước mặt: vẫn hình dạng xưa?!
Mới hay đời như mưa bao chuyến
Sinh trong mây, tan biến trong mây
Tiến lùi quanh quẩn vòng dây
Ai vươn tay thấy nhánh cây thiên đường?
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Mộng trong mộng cũng mộng mà thôi
Nghìn năm mộng giấc phai phôi
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