I finished reading"One Day" a moment ago. Chest tightened, still breathless. Em and Dex, Dex and Em - and we all move on, remembering somewhere in the past, someone did live, did feel, did love...
BigBang is back with BLUE - how apt, for such a gloomy Tuesday. I don't wonder when my DBSK would be back any more. It's not time to dwell over what Cassie can't have but to celebrate with VIP about this amazing comeback. :) On a note, my 2 dear girls' birthday is approaching very very soon
Aiden C. and Ariana did super well on their "reading for Ms. Linh" time today - seeing their tremendous improvement, I can't help but feel proud, so so so proud
Internet connection is still horribly slow... I smell like disappointment and boredom for the first time though it was a really nice, much needed nap. The road is still dreadfully long - life isn't always beautiful like I always feign optimism. There are days like this, days like today, days that you feel down without knowing why.
Perhaps it's the resentment of Spring... March is approaching. Where are you? Why am I still here, without you?
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I decide to write more often today. I lost it - I admit my defeat. What I once had, now I lost it all - my ability to write. Looking back at my past entries, I wonder where that Linh went. Up in to wood, high above the clouds? I do not know. I once draw inspiration from pain. Thus when the pain subsides, I am left with a state of indifference... almost like stale coffee, lingering in the air.
So I decide to write {theLaundrylist} - small bits and pieces of what happens every single moment my heart skips a beat or two. It is something I despise - unpolished, "the dirty laundry" rundown of what goes on. However, I don't get any younger sitting here wondering where it all went. I don't get any more talented or better at my writing. So I will just write - like sail, sail till I meet my new shore. It's one of those days which you are tired of yourself and you made a decision.
Get up and get going...
A shower first to wash away this horrendous smell of disappointment and the taste of boredom at the tip of my tongue, then homework - with hot chocolate, perhaps. Who knows?
The day is young.
