Shopaholic

Recently, I am addicted in buying cross-body bags from the common brand name such as Colette by Hayman to Nine West and upper-class such as Oroton (the levels of the brands are perceived from my point of view only, it will vary to different people). I spent too much money to them, I gradually become someone I hate the most: shopaholic. I am in the state of wanting to show that I am not poor and I can take care of myself. Such a hopeless myself.

 

Orotonbag
I told myself this will be my early-birthday gift to myself. Link to the product: http://www.oroton.com.au/w1/i6509706

 

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[M] o v i n g O u t

I am moving out of my aunty’s house after nearly 2 years staying with her and her family. I was so eager to depart with all the preparation and organized stuff. From the moment she asked me to move, I was looking for everywhere with both depression and eagerness. My standard for a room shifted from renting a house with 4 people for 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom to 2 people sharing a room with an ensuite bathroom. Finally I found one by luck, sharing with a friend who is my colleague and we study in the same school as well.

Tonight, 10072017 is the first night I am officially out of my family’s reach, officially living without them.

Tonight I feel sad and alone.

Tonight I want to cry but I can not let my mother know.

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A museum in the park near where I am living. 

Cô đơn.

Lúc bản thân muốn khóc thì cảm thấy chốn đông người không hợp, không được khóc.

Trước mặt người mình không thích, không được khóc.

Về đến nhà rồi, cũng không biết kiếm ai để mình khóc.

 

save the moment

Just happen to take this picture this afternoon by my phone when I was walking along the harbour with my friends.

My first hotel job started from here last October. I am thankful for meeting the awesome people I worked with. Thanks for being a part of my learning journey and my life journey as well.

I am wishing you guys the best on your new journey.

Hyatt Pix in May 2017

Mùng 2 – Không được khóc

Mình lôi lại cái trang web có những bản nhạc Nhật mình tự dịch sang tiếng Việt và làm video Vietsub. Vừa nghe mà vừa rưng rưng, không hẳn là khóc nhưng cảm thấy nước mắt hoen mi rồi. Mình nhớ thời gian cũ, thời gian mình đã bỏ qua. Nhớ cả những người đã đi qua thời gian đó với mình, mình toàn là tổn thương họ bằng chính lời nói của mình. Nghe lại những bản nhạc đó mà giờ nó lại thấm vì những bài mình chọn đều là hoài niệm…

Cũng may những clip này chưa bị xoá khỏi bộ nhớ.

  1. Kizuna – Orange Range
  2. Pray – Little by little
  3. Omoi Afurete – Aya Matsuura
  4. Don’t you see – Zard
  5. Yuuhi – YUA
  6. Hello Again ~ Mukashi aru basho – JUJU

 

Aaaaa Hoài niệm quá tôi ơi.