a guy whom I know and never know

I am so sleepy right now. Just got done with 2/3 of Macroecon studying for the test on Thurs. This kind of stuff is much easier to remember than Art His. Speaking of Art His, I'm kinda worried now. Don't want to get a non-A grade for this class, wondering when my dear professor throws out the other 3 extra credits.

There is this guy living in the Meadows, I don't even know his name. He usually puts on his military-green jacket when it's chill out. He wears black framed rectangular glasses on his round face. He's a little bit chubby you can tell, but nobody can say he's fat in a negative way. He looks like Doremon to me and always smiles at me and nods his head as "hello there" when he sees me, which I really have no clue why. He's the kind of person that when looking at him for the first time, there's no way you can think of him as a jerk or bastard or some bad guy. The smile, the face, the glasses, the silhouette of his bring me the impression "oh, nothing's gonna go wrong. Everything will work themselves out, no need to rush". He's one of those many people that know you and you know him but you two never know each other's name or what he does or how old he is. You just know he is there. And it is nice just to know he's there in his easily recognizable appearance, to see him somewhere during a day, and to think to yourself "why the hell does he always smile at me?".

I've come to the part when Tsugumi and Kyoichi met in "Goodbye Tsugumi". The book is getting sweeter. But the ending won't be so happy, Tsugumi will die, that's why the book is named "Goodbye Tsugumi" anyway. But the point of watching a drama or reading a book is not to know who would end up with whom (common', it's too obvious), but how it comes to the ending you already knew. (Perhaps Haruki is an exception, you never know what he's getting at)

Blogging seems addictive these day, doesn't it?

And Huyn Bin is just too handsome to handle.

I hope someday, somebody we always dream would step into each of us's life and stay there. Like Hiền said, someone who would put up with us and make us happy when we're down.

Sweet dreams my only readers in this world!

drier number 20 in laundry room

So it was a regular night in Apt. 736. We did laundry. Roommate studied for her Bio test and big MCAT (medical school entrance test). Too much stuff to memorize, I still don't get it how people can remember so many words in their heads. She was sitting on the cushion put on the floor by the coffee table sometimes concentrating in notes and sometimes playing Brain Buddies as I was stretching out on the sofa with a blanket over myself reading a little book called "Goodbye Tsugumi". I can't deny that I like it when she stayed at home with me. You know, it always feels good to have someone to talk to, to laugh at some lame joke or to make fun of each other. Then she headed to bed and I jumped in right next to her and we talked (bad) about some people around us. She's always sound asleep when we're done talking. It's like when you feel really sleepy but sleep hasn't found its way to you yet and you turn the TV on or somebody starts telling you about something, while you're enjoying it you're falling into your dream. That's a way a good sleep starts.

About one more months until finals. We are three quarters through an academic year. Fall, winter and now spring, I've spent almost a year being a college student, living in Apt 736, having my very first roommate and getting somewhat close to her. She will graduate next year and go to med school. I will stay here until it's my turn to graduate. Perhaps when we are all grownups, these little nights we spent together will come back with a little laughter and have characteristics of a dream.

I haven't done much these days. How sad. Days passed by without remarks and I can't even tell them apart. Spring break huh? Oh, I did almost nothing if you ask. I want to buy some more books but have like 20 something left in my US bank account after paying my rent for April. My closet looks boring all years round. Winter is easy in a way that you just need to put on sweatshirts or hoodies with your coat and that's it, you're all set. Now that spring is here and it strikes me that I only shopped for clothes like once or twice since August. And I bet you cant find something that looks the least bit like dress up clothes (don't count my prom dress). Sigh. Maybe I should "invest" in clothes more. Just to look like a neat girl who knows how to take care of herself (even though she may not).

And I don't know why two piles of SaSa's clothes got dried but my only one didn't while I was the one put all of them into the driers in the laundry room. I like the word "jinx" which I learned from "Chronicle of the Wind-up Bird (which I wish I could comprehend), just the sound of it could make you nod your head without the need to look it up in dictionaries "this word absolutely means bad luck or something like that". Drier number 20. I will remember you baby.

I got Mướp hooked up with On Air now. Haha, I told you, it's the drama that started everything and made me wonder what I want to become.

Hopefully I won't forget to wash my bras tomorrow (washing machines only destroy your bras, you know). And maybe make my class schedule for next semester. Have to fold my clothes tomorrow too.

It's funny to hear roommate grinding her teeth while she's sleeping though it was so creepy when I first heard it.

I like the smell of freshly washed clothes.

Tee hee!

when it turns to green...

one...

two..

three...! Go!

When I came to Art History, Lucas Hall 200, I was wondering "should I be a good girl once in a while as to pay attention to the lecture or keep my nose in my book?"...I sat down on the chair I felt about right doing nothing but staring into the space in front of me for a good 7 mins. Then I took out my phone, yeah, it was easy to guess whose called had been missed. Something like "busy on Thursday" or "emergency" from voice mail I can't even recall and I was like "fewwww, I'm still being blessed"

For some mysterious reason that I don't think I can tell, people who said "I'll be there at...o' clock" to me would never be there. When I was in fourth grade, a girl in my class who promised to pick me up at school on Saturday (maybe Sunday though, not sure) to the teacher's house for a picnic or something like that. Ok, I was 9 years old. 9 years old. With a bad full of green mangos my mom had bought. And that kid never showed up. Not that I felt upset or anything about the date that was cancelled by the person who asked me for a date, (I actually felt relieved I didn't have to spend my precious Thursday evening with him and ended up going to Central West End by MetroLinks to have sushi with SaSa) but when I think about it, I never had any images about me going out with him and it was no surprise to me to hear that voice mail. Just like that sunny Saturday, at the moment I got to school, the feeling that she never showed up arose from nowhere and stayed there with me for the whole time I stood waiting in acknowledgement of being stood up. I told you, I have 6th sense. Ahha!

Hey, sometimes I seriously wonder where life will lead me to. I'm a major Computer Sci who has blogged three days in a row this week, hihi, and still thinks how Vietnamese dramas at this moment can still be so not attractive. Last year at this time, I thought I would become a teacher or a screen writer. Now my major is still about writing, but instead of stories, I deal with codes. It's like when you stop in front of a light, you said to yourself "when it turns to green, I will go straight" but then you pause for a moment, then turn right or left or around and still not knowing if you should have taken the path you told yourself. It takes time to know something. I guess. And more time to love. And a little more to make sure if it's love. And a whole life to really know and really love.

I'm getting sleepy here. Can't deal with typing my thoughts out anymore

In case you wanna know, I spent 1h15' in ArtHis to read Wind-up Bird Chronicle again.

Have to stop now. I still haven't brushed my teeth yet.

don't tell my mom

So it's 1.04 AM in the morning, and here I am, (once again, I know), staying up late. If my mom ever found out my so-not-normal schedule of sleeping and eating, she would kill me for sure.

Ok. I wanna write something. I don't know, I have no specific things in my mind, but I just want to tell something, anything, who cares?

I never really thought about Japan until my dad told me that the renter, a Japanese man, has lost his father in the earthquake and his two sons are still missing. Life is that fragile. One day people are there and the next morning, they could be gone. I can't make up my mind, what is worse: knowing for sure someone has died or keeping on telling oneself "he could be found someday". I felt somewhat hollow. What tomorrow will be?

And today afternoon, I have to go out with Mr.JJ. How weird! I'm kinda freaked out actually. Sasa told me to text her his license plate, in case I don't get home by 9 or 10, she'll know what to do. I don't know. The first date ever in my life is with someone I have nothing to do with. Common', I'm 18. This is...pathetic, I have to admit. I had like huge crush on anh Tùng, then anh HQ (well, not as big as what I had for Mr.Tùng) but nothing came out of it. No dates. No going out just the two of us. So why? Ok, I know why. Because I came to the clubhouse to get my package on a freakin Saturday on which nobody was working. I knew it was Saturday, and couldn't connect it to the fact everyone is off on weekends. And for the n-th time, I said to myself "TuTi (<~hihi, I just suddenly want to call myself by that), something is reeaaaally wrong with your mind." but still, I found no way to fix it. That something keeps on being wrong and I keep on bringing myself into awkward situations. Sometimes I wish I could be a little bit more like a normal girl though.

Today, MướpMướp called me when I was in Art History review session (let's not talk about the great sleepiness it can always bring). I called her back when I was sitting on that thing which looks like the heater to me by the large window when you go down stair in SSB building. It felt kind cool, she was like "I just wanna say I like that guy who has just let me copy his homework" and I was like "I wanna say I love Jae Wook and Prince Coffee shop too" but I was too sure she would replied "con chó ku" to tease her, hihihi.

Mr.JJ called me too, before Mướp did. But I didn't call back. I pretended to myself that I was tired and forgot all about it. Whatever.

Oh yeah, Mr.Tùng replied me on facebook 2 days ago. Jeezz, he was too busy between working partime and searching for a job in New Zealand that he hardly got on facebook or yahoo anymore. But he said he was happy to receive my messages. Hahaha, I knew it. He still doesn't like me, i mean like me in any romantic way but I'm no such ordinary girl to him. Whatever anh. I hope for no earthquakes there this weekend.

The weather is supposed to be super fine tomorrow. I would still rush in to Macroecon class at least 2 min's late, then go down stair to Calc knowing the professor would say "Today is Thursday. And you know what's on Thursday. We have a quiz today", then go to 200 Lucas Hall for Art His to have good attendance and read my Wind-up Bird Chronicle book there for 1h15'. After that I would go home, maybe on my feet instead of taking the shuttle since the weather is nice, have a little something for lunch, take a nap in the anxiety of knowing it would be 5.30 soon.

Now I found out what Hiền's career in the future is called: gynecologist.

I have one question. When will we grow up? hahahha

Ok. Enough. I have two quizzes tomorrow. So I should go to bed now.

Don't let my mom know my usual bedtime is 2. Ok? I don't want to get killed when I haven't even turned to any age of twenties yet. Especially by my own mom. Hihi

Good morning guys!!!! Wake up and have the best of today.

See you soon.

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