On Taking Something for Granted

One was born with what God graciously bestowed upon his head: all the fortunes, and all the misfortunes. The fortunes are always taken for granted. Period. No matter how many times he thought himself admirable in being able to achieve that heightened sense of enlightenment in seeing how privileged he is, it is undoubtedly true that he can’t appreciate to the minutest details how phenomenally lucky he has been the moment he was born. 

If however, one of things that were taken for granted involves a living human being, just keep this in mind: that person isn’t gonna stay there forever. 

On One’s Ego

Ego is a term blatantly used to describe one’s own inflated sense of self-esteem, which is certainly deemed indispensable by many highly respected individuals out there in this cruel world of hatred and jealousy. However, once a person struts outrageously with dignity past that insidiously thin line of boundary between justifiable and unjustifiable amount of self-esteem, many things the he treasures in his life will be forever lost, without him being ever awakened to the fact that his precious ego was the one terminating all the goodness. 

Reminiscences of First Semester Junior College Student

Bonjour, 

Being occupied in this whirlwind of London, Internship, Friends, Research, I would be tremendously appreciative if you extend your sympathy a little further than you already had. 

Today was the last day of classes for 2011. Ever. I am estatic. No I am actually heartbroken by the fact that there are only 5 weeks left, and then, when will I see you again, London. 

I tried to put aside whatever I was immersing myself in yesterday to gather my thoughts to write a coherent post on Wordpress, detailing the beautiful atmosphere of the city and what projects I have been up to, which culminated a major failure on my part and I resorted to putting a brief essay I wrote about 2 weeks for a class. Not the best piece I had written but I didn’t want to leave 2011 with the last post written in July. 

I love London. I would love to see myself working here in a few years. I will try to make a lateral move if I don’t turn out to be unemployed, or unemployable after graduation which is encroaching upon soon. 

Christmas Decorations have already been put up and I fall in love with the feelings fluttering around. Covent Garden is busied with clowns and comedians. A big tree is all flashy. 

A sneak Peak of what is coming in my official WordPress Post. 

See ya all later, 

That excruciating Driving Test

Oh well, I suppose unfairness had the capacity of driving extremely chill and air-headed people to nuts. That was what happened to me yesterday. Waiting in line in a crowded and not-so-beautifully-scented room with a bunch ofothers is the compensation I got for that 2-month pain in the ass of going to bed early and waking up even earlier =)) for those unbearable mosquito bites in Son Tay. I learned nothing. It was a cheap trick of teachers to get that unwell-earned money. Whatever, as long as I could get my driving license. As if that was what happened. 

The extra money intended for bribing for support =))  (as if any promised support on the road could actually materialize unless someone wears a wig and dresses ok and drives for you) backfired, TREMENDOUSLY. That guy was bragging how he was better than my professors at college since he managed to get me stressed. I concurrred mindlessly. Whatever. Please let it pass. Then he was running with my car, like a pig, ordering and throwing ear-provoking commands at me. I was doing okay by myself, asshole. He effected me failing the hill test. Good job. You are indeed genius. I never failed that part before. 

I was whatever. But thinking about the money my parents had spent and the time and energy I had wasted could harly made me chill. I couldn’t surprise myself and everyone else more by going overboard and shouting. I can’t be more ashamed of my attitudes. However, the disgustingly corrupted system still in place in Vietnam managed to make me love my old self again. 

Until next time. It was a good experience after all =))))

DIsgusting Inertia

I will get back to Tumblr and Wordpress ASAP.  Too many things to muse upon here. And Icreated a new tumblr blog - titled Our Twosome Journal, at his request. It’s password-protected so don’t try. Ha I know ya.

06.16.2011 :X

So something happened last night. You could say I was extremely touched. I always thought I was the mature one, the experienced one. At the end, I alway turned out to be the heartless one. The past barricaded itself between me and any potential exposure to pain and sufferings. Now I realized, it’s time for me to risk it again, to let go, to give it my all. For the third time. I won’t keep quiet about my feelings, because he doesn’t. 

So he played “Don’t write me off just yet”. No, I won’t, just yet. And I am going a diet so I haven’t been able to eat his cake, just yet =)). 

On Temptation

Desire is the source of suffering, as anyone with little acquaintance with the teachings of Buddhism very well knows. The encroachment of a certain possible attainment of an erstwhile seemingly unattainable asset or even untangible state of feelings and emotions imposes upon, the to-be-sufferer such an altered and insidious vantage point/mindset. The evil triggered up inside him grows so facilely in silence that the sudden realization of its existence does nothing but worsens his sense of his own dignity. 

On Seconds 2

The irreversibility of time is something that occasionally overwhelms me. It’s scary. 

Wear nice clothes. Because when you actually have money, you might not be able to wear as nice clothes as you can now. (From my infamous twin sister)

Embrace yourself. You will look worse when you get older. Everyone does. 

Look your best. (still working on this =))) (Again from my freaking annoying twin sister =)))))). 

Do things. Anything. It is not like you could do it at a whim any time later. 

Take pictures. Alright. I know I am the worst at this. But I really do prefer having a paparazzi following around when I am having fun. Taking out a camera will destroy the fun. 

http://tramydang.tumblr.com/post/1661426261/seconds Seconds Part 1

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On Heart

Being criticized for not contemplating the future consequences, for enjoying the moment too much…. wow Sounds like you people are getting more jealous. 

You told me to follow my mind, not my heart. Why not though? Would you think you will gain that seemingly powerful imperviousness to regrets and hurt feelings when your mind is everything upon which you could trust? Could you control your feelings? Or, why would you even want to, considering that those feelings are the most blessed state of the humanity of civilization. 

However, I do make it to a point when striking a mutually benefitting balance between the mind and the heart, to make them coordinate smoothly, is quite covetable. But what I am trying to say is that don’t ever back down the heart to let the mind dominate. 

Time

3 more weeks. I can hardly believe that this is what’s happening right now. This is too fast, at least not until I thought back about the beginning of sophomore year. Countless things happened, especially in the second semester. It’s thrilling. It’s spicy. It’s different. It’s tiring sometimes. But it’s good all the while. 

I will try to write a clear and coherent post on wordpress by tonight, and divulge some of the secrets. 

Endless

Waiting is no different from an endless maze. The harder you try to get out of it, the more you are pulled in. 

Waiting has such an irresistible charm to it. It is a test of how much you really really want something. 

The longevity of that suffering stage aka waiting depends on the mental strength and perception of the one who waits. If he is weak, waiting will probably never be conceived. But this is the sad part: no matter how strong a person is, once he finds out that the it is endless, he will stop. That is the only way of getting out. Stop. Just stand right there. And suddenly the maze will dissolve even before he knows it. 

Weariness

I am done. i am striving my hardest to get back to where I was, to who I was. It is physically tiring. Being led on wasn’t that fun. It wasn’t innocent. Now I am thinking back about how I did that to others as well. It does hurt. 

Normalcy

How I am craving it so much at the moment. Please let my life back to how it has always been: awesome. It is inconceivable that a single second of thoughtlessness could ruin my life. However, I am not letting it go on like this. But my inertia is scary. Naturalistic fallacy.