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Sunday, October 17, 2010
THAT NIGHT- cont
Towards them, I nodded slightly, looked at the road ahead of me and continued walking out. It was as if I were just seeing my mother facing me. She looked at me and said nothing. Her sad face made her look much older. I was quick to step ahead to grasp her hand. But the road light made the image vanish. I left BV and the girl there as I had previously denied my classmates’ a lot of fun, coffee, wandering several times so late. But I did not miss my evenings, studying times, my working hard for the coming college entrance exam.
On the way, down the slope, I did not feel as easy as usual. I wanted to run quickly to my rental room to lose myself in the blanket, facing down on the pillow. I wanted to sink into the dark, sink into a chaotic pile of formulas, definitions, hard confusing un-memorable rules. I wanted my Mom to hold me. I wanted to cry so much in her arms who I loved more than anyone else in the world. How could I tell BV how much I would love my mom. How could I explain how much I needed BV’s smiles and her eyes. How would I express how much I wanted to have a better future for me and my be-loved ones when I did not have as many advantages as many others around me did. I wished my mother to understand that I was always her pride. I wished my mother to be there nodding her head, smiling or raising her eyebrows.
Loving each other during schooldays can be harmless or extremely harmful. Who knows what affects the schooling? But everyone knows that spending on books, assignments and high school graduation could make the lights brighter, the future better and all mothers want their be-loved children to do more than anyone else. I asked her for a permission to go to school. I never make her sad. I never break my promise -where to go- how long to be out. I've never lost myself. And especially, I must make my mother pleased twice- one for her own will, the other for my dad’s. I must be two times better than anyone else.
That evening would also be a difficult night for her to sleep. She can curse me. She could wish that I would disappear. She could ignore me the next day. She could ask someone to give me a note,
"Do you know how much you hurt me?"
The following day, I could hand her a note to reply. In it, what would make her most interested would be,
"How can I use the words to describe how I have felt about you, about the love for my mother and how hard I will have to try to go to college- the first step in making a better life.”
Bao Loc has someone who has a great attraction, a sweet call, which always recalls me of it, always makes me to write about it to tell more people. Since what happened. that night, I have just revealed.
This is where I passed the most difficulties than any youth: love in schooldays, and graduating from high school.
I never create that moment again but that feeling still remains unchanged, beautifully.
Rach Gia Oct, 17, 2010
On the way, down the slope, I did not feel as easy as usual. I wanted to run quickly to my rental room to lose myself in the blanket, facing down on the pillow. I wanted to sink into the dark, sink into a chaotic pile of formulas, definitions, hard confusing un-memorable rules. I wanted my Mom to hold me. I wanted to cry so much in her arms who I loved more than anyone else in the world. How could I tell BV how much I would love my mom. How could I explain how much I needed BV’s smiles and her eyes. How would I express how much I wanted to have a better future for me and my be-loved ones when I did not have as many advantages as many others around me did. I wished my mother to understand that I was always her pride. I wished my mother to be there nodding her head, smiling or raising her eyebrows.
Loving each other during schooldays can be harmless or extremely harmful. Who knows what affects the schooling? But everyone knows that spending on books, assignments and high school graduation could make the lights brighter, the future better and all mothers want their be-loved children to do more than anyone else. I asked her for a permission to go to school. I never make her sad. I never break my promise -where to go- how long to be out. I've never lost myself. And especially, I must make my mother pleased twice- one for her own will, the other for my dad’s. I must be two times better than anyone else.
That evening would also be a difficult night for her to sleep. She can curse me. She could wish that I would disappear. She could ignore me the next day. She could ask someone to give me a note,
"Do you know how much you hurt me?"
The following day, I could hand her a note to reply. In it, what would make her most interested would be,
"How can I use the words to describe how I have felt about you, about the love for my mother and how hard I will have to try to go to college- the first step in making a better life.”
Bao Loc has someone who has a great attraction, a sweet call, which always recalls me of it, always makes me to write about it to tell more people. Since what happened. that night, I have just revealed.
This is where I passed the most difficulties than any youth: love in schooldays, and graduating from high school.
I never create that moment again but that feeling still remains unchanged, beautifully.
Rach Gia Oct, 17, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
THAT NIGHT
THAT NIGHT
During three years in Bao Loc, in more than 800 days and nights in the cool, boring town, that was the only night I couldn’t get to sleep.
After visiting Uncle Luan, I hurried home, trying to go to bed as early as usual, but the girl’s eyes made everything diverse, making me stay awake, comforting me, giving me a such warm breeze blowing through my remaining days in Bao Loc, just for me. From an alley on right side of the military medical station, across Bao Loc church, leading to the 20th highway, I walked home pretty fast as usual.
Day by day, how much to learn, how much to understand, how many difficult math problems to be solved became more important to me than any one else. Day by day, my habit of going to bed on time to wake up on time the next morning was what no one cared but me. Walking slowly as a gentle middle- aged guy, I suddenly startled.
A lightning- like flash shone a cold corner of the sky brightening every covered place in my soul, tying my legs. I couldn’t walk any more although I had passed in front of her Agricultural class seeing the lovely light in her eyes many times for almost 3 years.
That evening, next to a girlfriend waiting for a smoked corn, Bich Van looked at me with her brighter, happier, friendlier or even a more interesting, surprising eyes. I didn’t recognize the girl next to her. Maybe, this area light blinded me. there was no one making me moved just her. The road light made everything blurry but I could recognize two of them friendly smiling, politely greeting, softly inspiring me to stop, to tell me to step closer and do something that I could not imagine. Day by day, how much I studied, how much I understood, I got through more hard mathematics than any one else.
It was cold in Dec. Despite wearing a sweater, I felt as hot as I were in a corner of a desert. I sweat as if I were suffering Malaria. .I was held captive in their two eyes and smiles. My legs were like being frozen making my steps unstable just like an animal having been shot at its heart with a sweet bullet. I felt my chest wet. The warm of blood made me alert. I fell like a prisoner facing a group of soldiers just firing me to commit my death sentence. I feel like a mendicant friar who stepped in front of his lovely house with some family members’ eyes calling. I felt like a baby child, ignoring stupidly not running to get a worthy gift from people waiting to distribute. I felt my two ears were burnt on the coat oven by the street vendor. I wished I could have collapsed. I wished I would die. I wished the earth would stop spinning and the time would stop going by. I only wished there were only her and me to make me confident enough to step in front of her to hold her hands, and as a powerful miracle, to ask her a question,
“Is it me you are looking for?” Or
“Have you heard what my heart whispers?”But dreams are just dreams. I was simply foolish. I - my mother's good child- just went on stepping. I did not even smile back. I could make her feel painful, a pain of being ignored or to say the least, insulted. I could have made her cry. There would be tears of valuable diamonds, that throughout my working life, I can not compensate.
To be continued
During three years in Bao Loc, in more than 800 days and nights in the cool, boring town, that was the only night I couldn’t get to sleep.
After visiting Uncle Luan, I hurried home, trying to go to bed as early as usual, but the girl’s eyes made everything diverse, making me stay awake, comforting me, giving me a such warm breeze blowing through my remaining days in Bao Loc, just for me. From an alley on right side of the military medical station, across Bao Loc church, leading to the 20th highway, I walked home pretty fast as usual.
Day by day, how much to learn, how much to understand, how many difficult math problems to be solved became more important to me than any one else. Day by day, my habit of going to bed on time to wake up on time the next morning was what no one cared but me. Walking slowly as a gentle middle- aged guy, I suddenly startled.
A lightning- like flash shone a cold corner of the sky brightening every covered place in my soul, tying my legs. I couldn’t walk any more although I had passed in front of her Agricultural class seeing the lovely light in her eyes many times for almost 3 years.
That evening, next to a girlfriend waiting for a smoked corn, Bich Van looked at me with her brighter, happier, friendlier or even a more interesting, surprising eyes. I didn’t recognize the girl next to her. Maybe, this area light blinded me. there was no one making me moved just her. The road light made everything blurry but I could recognize two of them friendly smiling, politely greeting, softly inspiring me to stop, to tell me to step closer and do something that I could not imagine. Day by day, how much I studied, how much I understood, I got through more hard mathematics than any one else.
It was cold in Dec. Despite wearing a sweater, I felt as hot as I were in a corner of a desert. I sweat as if I were suffering Malaria. .I was held captive in their two eyes and smiles. My legs were like being frozen making my steps unstable just like an animal having been shot at its heart with a sweet bullet. I felt my chest wet. The warm of blood made me alert. I fell like a prisoner facing a group of soldiers just firing me to commit my death sentence. I feel like a mendicant friar who stepped in front of his lovely house with some family members’ eyes calling. I felt like a baby child, ignoring stupidly not running to get a worthy gift from people waiting to distribute. I felt my two ears were burnt on the coat oven by the street vendor. I wished I could have collapsed. I wished I would die. I wished the earth would stop spinning and the time would stop going by. I only wished there were only her and me to make me confident enough to step in front of her to hold her hands, and as a powerful miracle, to ask her a question,
“Is it me you are looking for?” Or
“Have you heard what my heart whispers?”But dreams are just dreams. I was simply foolish. I - my mother's good child- just went on stepping. I did not even smile back. I could make her feel painful, a pain of being ignored or to say the least, insulted. I could have made her cry. There would be tears of valuable diamonds, that throughout my working life, I can not compensate.
To be continued
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
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