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Der Spiegel - I love you :))

I like reading features on Spiegel, especially interviews. Last time it was the sharp-tongued attack on Greece's PM. This time it's a confession from a French author. How extraordinary!

http://www.spiegel.de/international/zeitgeist/0,1518,678806-3,00.html

"And because he was 10 years older than me, I thought that he automatically had to be somewhat more faithful than me, not completely, but a little. It wasn't the affairs as such that sparked my jealousy, but the perception that he was taking away attention and time from me and giving it to other, younger women. I was like a child vying for more paternal attention.", her remark on jealousy.

And it is indeed very true, and yet, very oftenly neglected. The fact that we get jealous, is sometimes blinded by our own perceptions that we get jealous out of love. However, on a second thought, it may be just because what we experience is not normal, not something we have accustomed to. In other words, jealousy stems from feelings of unfamiliarity and fears of adaptation.

Jealousy, in its healthiest state, is not a product of possessiveness. It is a sign of realization that something has happened, and there needs to be changes.

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School again.

Just the beginning of the new semester and there's already so much work. Or to put it more correctly, so much prospect of heavy workload. So far, the courses have promised to be somewhat more challenging than the last sem's, but at the same time, more confusing as they deal mostly with concepts and creativity and the like. At the same time, they have been more intimidating than ever as there entails a hell lot of drawing, and, sketching, and also, doing Photoshop! (my prejudiced and alleged nightmare).

The more I talk with so these days, the more I feel urged. Impatient about my career, mostly. The beginning of college has still left on me a feeling of dizziness and so much immersion that I seldom find time for myself to realize a vision, or at least to decide what I want to do in the future. The more we discuss, the more something urges me to set up a goal about my studies and work especially about what field I'd enter and where I'd like to work and where my studies would be most utilised. All in all, going abroad it seems just a matter of time. Though many question my condition now, it remains to be seen whether my decision to stay has been of good or bad consequences. So far, I'm making the best use of my choice now.

So far, so good.

Or...I hope so, at least.

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Tet is over.

It is over just like 2 years ago when I could feel the most. It is not like last year, when after Tet I still had some other holidays to keep the ball rolling. I lured myself into writing a blog during this Tet maybe to find some inspiration, but needless to say I now find myself lazy at keeping it going. When people are young they can write about almost everything they know. It is as easy as popping some corns. Just put in there and pop, it goes all big. But time passes and we feel sometimes it is totally ridiculous to write down something about ourselves. And it leads to a habit of bottling up day by day. And of course, no choice is better than the other, because neither way can retain the happiness.

Having said that, who said happiness does exist? It is merely a word each employs to cover their own agenda. Some use happiness for pleasures, some use it for competitiveness, some use it for complacency, some just mix knowledge and wisdom with happiness, and some, of course, use it to cover the fact that they are so blank they have nothing to savour, no pleasurable sensations.

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In one year my features have somewhat changed. My eyes grow deeper [maybe due to some serious lack of sleep due to semi-/pseudo-insomnia. My lips become more pouty and rounder, curving up into a shape that makes me look half indifferent half arrogant. Nose becomes clearer and face gets into place. Hair is still long and skin is still prone to pimples.

But in exchange to this, I seem to lose my mind. Can only work on short-term goals for now: Get HDs, Get good recommendations, Make good connections, Make money, Graduate.

I seem to lose a vision, not that I used to have one before. I seem not to know whether I prefer to live here or abroad. In either way I don't know how to best fulfill the decision. I seem to have problems envisioning a lifelong life. I can only work with short-term goals and touchable sensations.

P.S.: Two years, if you think I am still the person I was before, please remind me of who I was.

First entry!!!

Tết 2010. Lẹ quá trời lẹ. Yahoo chết ngắt từ năm ngoái, ko ai thèm blog nữa. Facebook thì quá đại trà, khỏi blog người ta cũng đọc, ko muốn đọc cũng phải đọc, ko quan tâm cũng biết, mà có quan tâm cũng hông biết quan tâm gì nữa!

Tự nhiên tạo blog này xong nhìn thấy tên Quynh Nguyen mà vui vui. Lâu rồi mới thấy cái tên này lại, mà cũng nhờ cái blog cũ mà quen tùm lum người, một vài người do nhầm lẫn mà add cũng như một vài người vu vơ ở đâu add đại, vậy mà cũng vui hơn facebook.

Thôi nói vậy đủ rồi, nói nhiều quá thành ra vô duyên dễ sợ [dù blog này chắc ko ai thèm coi vì bi h ai cũng bận rộn, có ai rảnh thời gian viết cái blog đâu]. Nên thôi ko nói nữa và để nhạc cho đỡ buồn vậy:

http://www.nhaccuatui.com/nghe?M=E_cZLgl3MD

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