March 2012
47 posts
I still don’t like hours of waiting, I still don’t like sitting next to you but your thoughts are wandering elsewhere… What can I say ? an insecure girl like I am…
But I guess I’m much more used to it now.
Because I know that it’s just the way you’re, so immersed in yourself and your passion sometimes, not because you don’t care about me.
And...
I’m starting Murakami’s 1Q84. I’ve been procrastinating for so long,
and to be honest, I’ve also been so obsessed with his writing that, I want to explore the other authors, to find a little balance.
But again, he still beats the shit out of the other books I’m reading at the moment. He’s got the power to make me burst out, screaming “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK...
February 2012
87 posts
1 tag
I’ve just finished Lorrie Moore’s second short story.
I suddenly understand why she called her collection” Self-Help”.
Strange enough, I can sense it. Just like that, you know, it just hits me…
How to Become a Writer by Lorrie Moore
First, try to be something, anything, else. A movie star/astronaut. A movie star/missionary. A movie star/kindergarten teacher. President of the World. Fail miserably. It is best if you fail at an early age—say, fourteen. Early, critical disillusionment is necessary so that at fifteen you can write long haiku sequences about thwarted desire. It is a pond, a cherry blossom, a wind brushing against...
I can’t believe there are only 9 more weeks till the end of this school year.
Time is flying so fast…
and I’m a little terrified to look at my accomplishment in this years. Not as half as I’ve done in high school.
…except for some guitar songs, a little arts and a more frequently writing schedule.
Shame on me.
“The questions I would have liked to ask people were: ‘Are you in love? What are...”
– Françoise Sagan
always :)
I looked at you tuning the guitar, and strumming each basic cords clumsily. Your face was actually glowing, an aura I rarely catch in you.
and how I wish you’re less busy at Fiji, and more busy learning to play the song or reading a novel.
Tell me you’re busy doing those, and I’d happily let you be by yourself, to let you immerse in art and aesthetic world, until you want to...
So I hate the moment I love something, but it’s not a mutual feeling. I hate looking into your eyes and see that you’re not feeling the same way I feel.
Falling asleep in your arms is a kind of indication of affection. It’s beautiful to me to fall asleep next to you, and waking up the next morning, smiling when I see you’re there, sleeping like a child… I don’t give a damn what position I slept,...
“…Mấy môn nghệ thuật không phải để kiếm sống. Đó là một cách rất nhân văn để làm...”
– Người Không Quê Hương - Kurt Vonnegut
Exactly. :)
It felt good to surround yourself with new books to read, and new art to created. Those are goals that keep you going.
And above all, it can make you forget about reality and cruelty of human beings for a while.
It just makes things bearable.
I’m gonna start my book review marathon on wordpress next week, despite all my papers and all the exam coming. Starting with two short story...
Rereadinglives →
I came across this blog while browsing short story for my creative writing class. I think it might appeal to those of you who love reading.
It must be 8 am in Vietnam now. I miss home so much.
Cheers,
Thuy Anh
“I have the deepest affection for intellectual conversations. The ability to just...”
– (via acestigoy)
sadly, some people just don’t think the same.
Me when I go out: I should've stayed home
Me when I stay home: I should've gone out
“I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow...”
– Anaïs Nin (via creatingaquietmind)
Lol i remember taking a funny quiz on magazine long time ago called “which fairy tale character you are?” and my result was mermaid. Seriously at that moment, i really really wanted to be the witch. The witch seemed cool, smart and so powerful.So i...
I'm officially 19.
another year passed, another one came, time flied, things changed, people changed, nothing stayed the same…
and you’ve got to keep on moving…
Thank you for all your birthday wishes. As my habit, I keep my messages private except for anonymous. So If you want me to publish it, feel free to ask :)
Lots of love.
Thuy Anh - the 19 :)
“We always see our worst selves. Our most vulnerable selves. We need someone else...”
– David Levithan (via billowy)
So, here we go, Miss Thuy Anh Nguyen is sitting here in the Hogate first floor, and trying to complete her first Creative Writing workshop…
In absolutely no feelings.
…
Fuck you, inspiration, creativity and imagination. Where are you when I need you the most ?
after all, I’m just an ordinary fucked up little girl.
No more, no less.
Mệt và nhức đầu quá. Class starts in hơn 1 tiếng nữa, bài vẫn chưa làm…
Chẳng lẽ lại skip?
Mình phải quan tâm đến bản thân hơn một chút nữa, không cứ thế này thì không ổn tý nào…
Tuần này nhiều bài, đã thế mình không chấp nhận kém hơn ai cả. Mệt với chính cả expectation cho bản thân mình, những áp lực tự tạo nhưng không vứt đi đâu được…
Còn nữa,
Mình muốn nghĩ bằng Tiếng...
“I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and...”
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
true enough.
“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect....”
– Bob Marley
You know what scares me everytime you’re in Fiji ?
It’s not just about the party, the chaos, dancing, drinking …
But mostly about who you are when you’re with them.
and most of all, the way you really ENJOY it.
It would be a great relief if you don’t care about it, if going or not is not a big deal, if you don’t feel like it but you do it because of...
“You want to know what happiness is? It’s waking up in the middle of the night...”
– and it’s love:
Sometimes I reread my old posts, I remember the feeling I got when I reblogged this or that, or the feeling that motivated me to write this. and I smiled with myself like an idiot. Like this one, I remember It’s in winter break, highly chance that it’s about the...
I missed two classes this week. Gotta get my discipline back. No more missing classes until the end of this sem.
Gloria’s class tomorrow, college writing in the afternoon, calculus test this friday. Be prepared …
I still feel bad I didn’t join the volunteers every Tuesday morning, and I didn’t attend the art council meeting Tuesday noon after classes, but somehow all...
“Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an...”
– Lemony Snicket
….
“I thought I was in love. And when you think you’re in love, you are willing to...”
– Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
“I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always.”
– Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife
“Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the...”
– Henry Rollins
She looks up from the book. In the short story, one little boy just passes away on his eighth birthday. She curses the Creative Writing class for having given her such sensational readings. Still stuck with the heaviness, she unconsciously glances through the large glass windows, heading the dazzling lights that is hurting her eyes. Outside, the sun is casting its last lights on the snow,...
How can you tell me not to wait and not to worry ?
How can that even possible ?
Last night I went up and down, back and forth in Hogate lobby, for more than 3 hours. You neither pick up the phone or reply me. Everyone kept coming back except for you.
Tell me how can I not freak out in that situation ? Tell me how can I not worry ? Tell me how can I simply not give a damn and...