I woke up a bit early this morning, around 10 a.m, such an achievement. Not feel really productive, I was still sleepy so I decided to have the first breakfast since the holiday break began. Anw, it wasn’t a good decision, the milk was too cold and I was too lazy to make some sandwiches. I came back to my wide bed, buried myself in a huge green blanket and read book. Its name is “Tell it to the Skies”. I have just begun reading this one, so I do not get the reason why it’s “Skies” and has a capital S. The author named it on purpose, I may figure it out soon.
Now I’m having coffee in the least favorite tumbler of mine*; a white ceramic with blue lines around and a text ” The 50th Anniversary English Department Since 1958”. It marked the first event in college I’ve ever attended in with passion and joy. It was a nice memory for me and for any freshman who had a chance to participated. It’s just three years ago, but three year is a long time for me. First-year is undoubtedly the most remarkable of my university life; I had had fun, friends,beloved teachers, first few achievements and lots of lessons to learn. Sometimes in depressing and awful school days, I do wish I could turn back the time and memories, so I can re-taste those happy days once again, when I was naive and gullible, rarely skeptical, when I lived open-heartedly, more tolerantly and passionately.
Mon comes. Just stop there for a while.
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Mon left at 6 pm. I told her to come back after a couple of days. I do not have any hanging out plan for the holiday-break, so I think it’s best sometime to have friends to come at home. She is almost the only one can come at this moment, actually. It doesn’t mean that I do not have any other friends, but just few come and talk and eat comfortably at my room. I don’t offer friends to visit home very often and frequently, people who know me understand that. I’m sociable and friendly, open-minded and talkative, but it’s not really easy to get along with me, to be close and to be in my comfort zone. People may pay me a visit, once or twice, but it’s not like Mon or S or my little neighbor girl. Since I graduated from high school, Mon still is my best friend. Three years passed by, we still remain our friendship the same, even we have to cut off the time meeting (ten in a year?) but we make sure that we will not miss any special or difficult time of each other. She is the one who knows me quite well, once in the past I considered her as my ”Infinity” because she even could read my mind,understood my thoughts and stories. We did share a lot of good memories. I do not have many friends (people I consider as “friends”), but she does have tons of them around.For some extent, we share certain things in common: same taste in music, food, books and life. Quite a lot. She seems to be the only friend who I can talk about what I want to do in life, my plans and my days ahead; she always listens with passion, joy and questions to ask me back and ready to share her. We do not meet very often, but like we still think about each other like our same old definition abt “Infinity”. Run into infinity.
We had had bad time too, that was the reason for all the writing letters we kept now. She is intelligent, lovely and pleasant to be with. I’m happy with my choice and she definitely is a friend for life. She would be so surprised if she read that compliment from me.
Today we talked (or I talk?:)) ) about what’s going, what we are doing, listening and reading as usual.It’s undeniable that having a friend with the same taste in reading is so so great,such a treasure. I’ve experienced 8 years for being friend with someone who is totally different compare to me. Hobbies, books, dressing, music, art…any thing. Totally different. So I know how great it’s is to have a friend like Mon.
Today is quite relaxing, and music of the day would be: “Listen” Beyonce.
*About the tumbler: I have four tumblers, and my most favorite is “Vietnam Youth Forum” with its logo and a bit green.
