When We Met Again

[dhmt3]

My oh my, I knew I had blown it somehow.

I thought I was telling a story of a friend and the girl he met on Paltalk. To be sure that people won’t think that I’m telling my own story, I added the end to imply that he was telling me the story. I thought that was a great move since all the confusions would be gone.

Little that I know! That little add-on did keep readers from thinking that it was my story. However, someone thought that I was a part of the story instead!

Earlier, someone PMed me:

Someone: Hey, I thought you were a guy
Dhmt3: Yes, I am
Someone: But you said you cheated on a guy who was about to marry you.
Dhmt3: WHAT?
Someone: Weren’t you the girl in the story?

Dhmt3: NO! Which girl? What story?
Someone: The Paltalker
Dhmt3: Oh, I wrote that but NO, I’m not a girl. What made you think I was that girl?
Someone: Well … at the end, you said “Em xin lỗi" to him, didn’t you?
Dhmt3: NO, when?

Someone: You did. You said, “I’m sorry,” có nghĩa là “Em xin lỗi," and the Paltalker said, “It’s OK, I did have the best two weeks of my life,” thì tựa tựa như là “Không sao, em đã cho anh hai tuần đẹp nhất trong đời,” and then you said, “Dạ”
Someone: I thought you two đã làm lành rồi and were about to get married.
Someone: I was waiting for the story when he goes to Vietnam to marry you.
Dhmt3: Oh my goodness!
Dhmt3: I didn’t say, “Em xin lỗi."

Someone: Uả, vậy “I’m sorry” không phải là “Em xin lỗi" sao?
Dhmt3: Ừ, “I’m sorry” có nghĩa là “Em xin lỗi," nhưng “I’m sorry” này không có nghĩa là “Em xin lỗi."
Someone: Thôi, mệt cái cô này. Đúng là hay nói vòng vo tam quốc.
Dhmt3: NO, I’M NOT A CÔ, I am a guy.
Someone: Sure.

See what I mean? What can I say?

Chịu thua luôn.

[Aisti-]

It is funny when "someone" thought you were that girl in the story. hihi.
I think when writing stories, writers have to get right inside a character. This is the inspiration for the writing. Therefore, "someone" thought you were one of characters in this story. :D
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There's no one way to experience love, for we all experience love in different ways.

[hoahoctro14484]

Co^ Bamboo, here's my homework.


It was a fine day. The afternoon sun was still hanging on the pine trees. The air was cool. The wind was breezing. And there was an Asian girl standing on the walkway, looking into an ice cream shop near the town center of Los Gatos. Without a doubt, I knew it was she. I walked toward her from across the park, while admiring at the sunlight reflecting off her hair. There she was. Her gesture, her lonely figure, and her wondering eyes, reflecting through the glass window, have never changed after nineteen years apart.

When I reached her, she slowly turned around. There were no surprises on her face as if she has seen me a thousand times. There was no searching for familiarity, or even a tiny wrinkle between her eyebrows. Her eyes were still shining, and her half smile has never before been so beautiful. We looked at each other quietly for what seems to be ages. Then she moved closer to me while slightly turning her head to the side. Her body leaned against mine. I squeezed her tightly in my arms. My heart beat like it never did before, and I could hear hers, beating loudly as though the whole world was swirling quietly in a slow motion, while cars on the street were noiselessly passing by…

When the swirling slowed down and the surrounding noises started to return, she said softly through her breath, “I miss you.” I smiled, thinking in my head, “I miss you.”

and now, they have been married?

[hoahoctro14484]

My oh my, I knew I had blown it somehow.

I thought I was telling a story of a friend and the girl he met on Paltalk. To be sure that people won’t think that I’m telling my own story, I added the end to imply that he was telling me the story. I thought that was a great move since all the confusions would be gone.

Little that I know! That little add-on did keep readers from thinking that it was my story. However, someone thought that I was a part of the story instead!

Earlier, someone PMed me:

Someone: Hey, I thought you were a guy
Dhmt3: Yes, I am
Someone: But you said you cheated on a guy who was about to marry you.
Dhmt3: WHAT?
Someone: Weren’t you the girl in the story?

Dhmt3: NO! Which girl? What story?
Someone: The Paltalker
Dhmt3: Oh, I wrote that but NO, I’m not a girl. What made you think I was that girl?
Someone: Well … at the end, you said “Em xin lỗi" to him, didn’t you?
Dhmt3: NO, when?

Someone: You did. You said, “I’m sorry,” có nghĩa là “Em xin lỗi," and the Paltalker said, “It’s OK, I did have the best two weeks of my life,” thì tựa tựa như là “Không sao, em đã cho anh hai tuần đẹp nhất trong đời,” and then you said, “Dạ”
Someone: I thought you two đã làm lành rồi and were about to get married.
Someone: I was waiting for the story when he goes to Vietnam to marry you.
Dhmt3: Oh my goodness!
Dhmt3: I didn’t say, “Em xin lỗi."

Someone: Uả, vậy “I’m sorry” không phải là “Em xin lỗi" sao?
Dhmt3: Ừ, “I’m sorry” có nghĩa là “Em xin lỗi," nhưng “I’m sorry” này không có nghĩa là “Em xin lỗi."
Someone: Thôi, mệt cái cô này. Đúng là hay nói vòng vo tam quốc.
Dhmt3: NO, I’M NOT A CÔ, I am a guy.
Someone: Sure.

See what I mean? What can I say?

Chịu thua luôn.

I think that you should change you job!:D!

[Clueless]

The bright sun does not seem to heat up the cool air with slight breeze of a spring afternoon in a southern state of the US. However, it is enough to give him a lazy feeling and reminiscent of a summer afternoon in Vietnam. No, the air was not this cool in Vietnam; the humidity could not be this low; and life was probably not as comfortable. However, the relaxed feeling seems to be the same.

He takes his eyes of the book and looks up, seeing the shadows of the Dogwood trees stretching out as the sun goes down, the song Ngậm Ngùi suddenly comes to mind:

Ngủ đi mộng vẫn bình thường,
À ơi có tiếng thùy dương mấy bờ…

He smiles slightly. Is he lulling someone to sleep? Not here, he is sure. Though the calm and lazy feeling under the afternoon sun seems to be the same, the reality is not. But then, the circumstance is probably not too far off. She is probably sleeping... from the other side of the earth. He could visualize through the darkness of the night, the long black hair fanned out on the pillow, contrasting to a peaceful face with closed eyes and lightly parted lips as if she was smiling in her dream.

Nah, it is probably not that dramatic. He shakes his head and laughs at his imagination. He then reaches for his coffee and turns the attention back to the book. In his mind, however, the song does not stop,

Ngủ đi em mộng bình thường,
Ngủ đi em mộng bình thường,
Ru em sẵn tiếng thùy dương đôi bờ…
Ngủ đi em, ngủ đi em…

And so he wishes her a beautiful dream in the parallel universe,

@};-

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Ngậm Ngùi: http://mp3.zing.vn/bai-hat/Ngam-Ngui-Quang-Dung/IWZEEOUE.html

[Hoangthaimy]

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Great imagination, Miss Jeedy.

When I was in middle and high school, I’d read every Quỳnh Dao’s stories that my mom bought. We had a bookshelf full of them, and I surely had more than my share of Chinese and Korean romantic stories.

Unfortunately, I’m not as good as Quỳnh Dao, and my imagination is way too logical. So, the story went like this.

--- o0o ---

As soon as I turned around toward the entrance, Tuấn took Liên’s card, picked up the phone, and right then, right there, he made the most important phone call in his life. I knew he did so since I heard the sound of blowing horns from impatient drivers echoing through out the airport. Tuấn was blocking their ways. He ignored them until a couple of security guards came over and knocked on the windshield.

By the way, the phone he'd made wasn't to Liên. He was making a reservation for the very next flight to Tucson.

Shortly after, he sold his house, left Detroit, and moved to Arizona. Liên got him a job with Raytheon. She also talked her employer into opening an office there so she didn’t have to travel back and forth to New Jersey.

By Valentine’s Day, they engaged. They got married in May, and your truly, looking more handsome than ever with a fancy tuxedo, was there to hand Tuấn the ring for Liên’s finger. When the wedding officiator told us to “speak now or forever hold (our) peace,” I cleared my throat a bit too loud, but decided to say nothing. The officiator didn’t really appreciate the joke, but Tuấn and Liên smiled.

My present to them was a 7-day cruise around Bahamas area. They were disappointed for not seeing any of the pirates of the Caribbean that we had heard so much about from movies. After that, they went around Europe on their own. For us mature generation, the idea of romance still includes walking along Seine River in Paris, dancing on Vienna streets, and riding on Gondola along the canals in Venice. Tuấn and Liên had a blast. They sent me few postcards, which always ended with, “Wish you were here,” but I knew they didn’t mean it.

I went to Tucson last year to visit them happy couple. Liên hadn’t got a baby yet, but Tuấn assured me that he was trying his best to help her. With the combine efforts between them two, I had no doubt that they were making progress.

I like Tucson. I like the weather of the desert city in early spring. It was nice, dry, and warm. I love those Mimosa trees that Liên and Tuấn had in front of their house, along with a couple of vines of Tigon flowers and a big tall cactus tree. I once saw a family of wild boars ran up the hill behind their house. However, while I was there, I had never seen any snake or scorpion.


:thankyou:
:binhsua_23: There must be someone for you, Handsome bear.

[Sherry P]

It is raining. It is raining hard right here and she wishes his presence. It is the first remarkable rain of this rainy season, she assumes. When raindrops fall into pieces on the roof and the floor outside her room, they makes breaking noisy sounds. She feels like thousand of sunlights crashing and smashing into million tinny pieces. Her messy thinking flows lazily through billion norons within her head. She pickes earphone and some songs to listen to while finishing her file, yet she cannot hear anything from the songs but the dropping water. Something in her heart might be breaking like raindrop.

It was a very unpleasant day with harsh sunlight till the night fell down. Her face, neck, and back sweated crazily on way home. Her soaking face and hairs brought out all stress and tiredness when she switched off her motor and took off her helmet in frond of the house. She hasn’t experienced this kind of weather for more than two years since she came here. It was typical summer weather in her hometown.

Yet it has been an unbearable day regarding nature condition, her feelings made the day more unsavoury. She could not sleep until 2:30 when she forced herself to go to bed the night before. It was 6:03 when she opened her eyes in the morning. The uncomfortable and heavy sentiments aroused at night were still sticked in her mind. She suffered from blurry images in her dream within few hours. Going through a displeasing night, her face looked gloomy with tired and bewildered eyes. She should have listened to him and gone to sleep early, fleeting thinking went though her mind. Well, if she had listened to him, she would have not been so sorrowful. She would have not read those words and felt deeply empty. Fortunately, she had a good day at work.

Dreary sentiment recalled her to hot summer days in the old time. She loved playing under trees around their house. Her face and back was always dripping after hours amusing outside. The weather must have been much more unpleansant than today, but she had never felt similar miserableness. She sometimes wore her mother’s conical hat, yet most of the time she played with other kids under sunlight. Her skind became darker and darker through her childhood time, but she never gave up going out without hat in joyful days of summers. Her parent barely chided her or her two younger brothers for plyying under the sun. They had too much worries to be able pay attention closely to them, yet they were their only fortune remained after such upsetting and overwhelming period of time.


(This is probably off the topic, but I am so lazy to create a new thread because of unsureness about keeping writing then. So, I leave it here.)