Aishiteruism

Death is a New Beginning

2011-03-20T12:51:00.000+01:00

So Aishiteruism has been alive for some time now, but it's death has been inevitably, like the love of an escort girl and since the other writers for Aishiteruism rarely/never writes anymore, I've decided to move on, from a our little writers boyband to a solo act. A place where I can do what I like, and post what I want to post, without having to follow these invisible guidelines, so without further ado I bring to you Heroism.

Goodbye, Hello ~ Hero Pham

veO-note 01.25

2011-01-25T08:39:00.005+01:00

“For the angels no longer with us and the people left behind."

~ Hero Pham

Happy Birthday

2011-01-20T03:00:00.008+01:00

It's been a year since you left us, and I still haven't come to terms with the fact that your aren't coming back.
I still frequently visit the airport, just to make sure, I don't miss you. I'm the idiot standing in the airport arrival hall, with the sign that once said "Welcome back". The first three letters have faded away - since I made the sign a year ago.
I don't think I ever got to ask you when you were coming back and that's probably why I'm doomed to wander the halls of the airport like a ghost, searching for the goodbye you owe me.

One moment you were here, the second you were gone, like a shooting star.
Leaving us behind, to clean up the mess you made.

It's not the same without you here.

I miss you, always will.
Let us meet again, someday, one day.

I love you, happy birthday wherever you are ~ Hero Pham

Harmonies and Homonyms

2011-01-19T08:00:00.000+01:00

I always thought that if you said the same words twice in a row, it would have an underlining effect.
Like when the dove, dove for shelter in an active war zone
Or when the rose, rose from concrete in a crowded underpass.
But how is it that when you tell a girl she is pretty, pretty, she gets pretty mad at you?

Even words don't mirror each other, why should we? ~ Hero Pham

veO-note 18.01

2011-01-18T00:33:00.005+01:00

"If you lose the receipt for your abortion, does that mean you won't be able to get a refund?"
Abort Mission ~ Hero Pham

Pigen på perronen

2011-01-17T09:00:00.002+01:00

Hun stod der. På den anden side af perronen, vores øjne mødtes. Et smil bredte sig over hendes perfekte røde læber, farvet af kulden.

Jeg kunne se, hvordan det hele ville udspille sig.
Hvordan jeg ville kom ridende på min imaginære hvide hest, som kun hun kunne se, og feje fødderne væk under hende. Jeg kunne se os hånd i hånd på en kold vinterdag, rystet af kulden, men varm som kakao indeni.

Et øjeblik.

Det var alt der skulle til - før toget kom listende, som en slange i paradis; og ruder med mennesker med forskellige formål fløj forbi, som et oldgammelt slideshow, hvor billederne blinker i en sekvens af kontrolleret kaos. Og pigen med de perfekte røde læber, hende så jeg aldrig igen.

Du er pigen der smiler, mellem alle de andre ~ Hero Pham

An Epiphany

2010-12-17T08:30:00.001+01:00

[Music isn't about formalities, but the way you express your heart] - Justin Ng

- now I know ... that all my life ... I should be living with music. Not everything else

Wish me luck ~ justin ng

I'm With Stupid

2010-12-12T03:25:00.009+01:00

At the beginning of our lives, we are taught the most demotivational lie, the world has ever heard:
"Don't be stupid."

I'm old enough to know the truth ~ Hero Pham

The Broken Mirror

2010-11-28T02:30:00.007+01:00

I don't know how to feel right now,
I only think I know how to react
Honestly, I don't have a clue on how I want to react.
The mirror is trashed
It wasn't I, who trashed it, but she did

People might say, go get a new mirror,
It isn't that hard of a decision.
It was when I was with her, I could see myself
Now it is shattered to thousands of pieces
1-2-3-4-5-t-6-7-8…..278-r-279-280…456-457-u-458….789-790-s-791-792…1474-t-1475-1476 pcs of glass lying on my floor

question is, should I repair it or buy a new mirror?

broken ~ justin ng

Look Into My Eyes

2010-11-26T09:00:00.000+01:00

Wouldn't it be something if we saw the world through each others eyes?
Then there would be no fighting, because we wouldn't know if we were hitting ourselves.
~Hero Pham

The Prize of Beauty

2010-11-25T09:00:00.000+01:00

She is a dime in a dozen, so it's no surprise she is used to being hit on.
An involuntary victim of undomestic violence,
A punching bag for men with a libido, the size of their ego.
So she always had her guard up, didn't ever falter, took punch after punch, like a million dollar baby
And she had never lost a fight in her life until the day destiny caught up with her.
He was no different from anybody else, but he took her breath away,
Knocked the air out of her stomach, swept her off her feet, and she fell for him.

Fight for Love ~ Hero Pham

Rocket Man on Neutron Star Collision Course

2010-11-24T09:00:00.001+01:00

Picture a space, beyond our reach, larger than the button on our keyboard and further away than Hollywood.
Can you see it?
Now picture us there in that ballroom filled with supernovas and black holes, dancing with the stars - (but) not the ones we see on our 50-inch widescreen TV, but the ones in the milky way in between Cassiopeia and Orion.
Now open your eyes and take my hand.
Let's go where no roads lead, somewhere beyond our imagination.

I got a jetpack with your name on it ~ Hero Pham

War Must be Defeated

2010-11-23T19:27:00.005+01:00

The smell of war is in the air, it smells like death.
The world is a dark desolated desert.
The plants have died underneath our own two feet.
The trampled roses lie scattered on the floor.
It is pitch black.
As if someone had taken all the light of the world and turned it off.
The nuclear mushrooms grow everywhere, like weed in our backyard.
Poisoning our mind and killing of our conscious.
We, can no longer be called humans.
We are empty shells left in the wake war,
No heart.
No soul.
No mind.
Only total darkness.

Let's wage war on war ~ Hero Pham

Put Your Pretty Little Hand in Mine

2010-10-28T20:43:00.001+02:00

I've lost the ability to discern imagination from reality. It's all a blur. A big pot of love, hate and jealousy mixed together with drugs, alcohol and sex. Disaster with a capital D.

How did it all happen? When was love not enough?

The music blasts through the speakers, my mind breaks down into musical notes. The effect of the rum and coke I just downed blanks my mind. Just for one night I'll forget you. My heartbeat synchronized with the base, my hand on her lap, my eyes on her cleavage, my mind far away on an island sipping drinks with you.

I'm not looking for love 'cause she's gone ~ Hero Pham

Highway Patrol

2010-10-19T12:55:00.002+02:00

Life is what passes us by on the highway.
Life is the minutes we have lost, wondering what if.

Life is outside our comfort zone.
Life is the instant we face our fears.

Life is the amount of people who will read our autobiography
Life is the dotted t's and crossed i's.
Life is what we write in between the lines.

Life is 6.21 in the morning after a night out.
Life is the beautiful girl in the subway,
Life is the moment she says I do,
Life is amazing.

Love Life ~ Hero Pham

Scriptures

2010-10-10T13:42:00.001+02:00

I drown my pain in alcohol, till I suffocate in my own pity,
till my heart is numb and my head is empty.

I feel like dying, but there is nothing to die for ~ Hero Pham

Memento

2010-10-03T20:23:00.000+02:00

A moment,
A moment frozen in time,
In the picture frame on top of the nightstand,
Sits a kodak moment.
Perfect, simple and beautiful,
Like the summer of '07.

A single moment can last a lifetime ~ Hero Pham

Russian Roulette

2010-09-28T02:31:00.003+02:00

If you gave me one shot,
I would pull the trigger.
Put a bullet through my brain,
Paint the floor lipstick red.
And while I lay there on the floor, outlined by white chalk.
I would apologize for bleeding on your shirt, with my one last gasping breath.

Yes, I would die for you baby;
But you won't do the same.

Love is like Russian Roulette, you only get one shot ~ Hero Pham

Kiss The Rain

2010-09-23T01:00:00.000+02:00

"I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying." — Charlie Chaplin

Outside my window pane, the rain whips the ground into pieces.
Lashes my consciousness into tiny fragments that tear like acid through my skin.
Soaking wet, smiling with tears in her eyes, she said:
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.
It rained this morning and the rain has continued to fall, like a synchronized waterfall of tears.
On the other side of the glass, I watch as she dances in the pouring rain. My broken hearted ballerina.
Her tears blackened from her running make-up, now crawls down her cheek, like tiny black widows.
I watch her tip-toe from the other side of the four inch thick glass window. Poised to perfection.
Moving with such grace and gentleness, whilst eloquently skipping puddles and avoiding buses.
She looks so serene, as the rain washes away every trace of pain across her face.
Every trace I've left behind.
Her once paper thin skin, has become a crumbled piece of paper in the man-made monsoon.
And I'm the cause of her misery, but can do nothing to console her, like a helpless, pathetic fool.
My heart's a mess. I never cleaned up the scattered memories she left behind. I never will.
Instead I secretly steal glances at our umbrella, sitting idly in the corner of the living room collecting dust. I don't have the heart to throw it out, it's funny how many memories a single item can hold.

A sunbeam escapes through a crevice in in the ominous Nimbus, blinding my eyes.
While a rainbow majestically fill the skyline, as the sun peeks out from the vanilla white Genus Cirrus.
The sun kisses her fair skin, dries her eyes like a comforting father and warms her heart.

It's hard to catch two tears in a bucket, when your bucket is as hollow as your heart.
She moved on, while I'm moved to tears.

After Every Rainfall Must Come A Rainbow ~ Hero Pham

Slow dancing in a burning room - Day 3

2010-09-22T11:53:00.014+02:00

Is this where we are now? We're fuzzing and fighting yet again. You scream, I yell, plates of food flying around.
What we are fighting about, I don't really recall, it is these small obscene things that makes the water flow over. It is too much.

While you are yelling and screaming, pulling my clothes, I begin to reminisce. It wasn't always fights and aggression. We used to be loving and kind.
Remember the time we made a photo-shoot, you modeled as I took the pictures? God, you were beautiful. In those skin tight jeans only. Long dark hair. Arms covering your breasts. You made my heart race.
Or the time, when both of us skipped classes to stay all day in bed. The only time we left the bed, was when we were using the restroom or making food. God, you were beautiful.
Or when I tried to draw you while you were sleeping. God, you were beautiful

But now, as you hit me, just to hurt me, I look at you, I see that the flames in your eyes are gone. And so was mine. What we had in us, is now around us. Your face is like charcoal, dusty and grey. You seemed dry with bored face.
You call me things just to leave me feeling dirty.

And now, our love is burning, fading away. My dear, we…'re slow dancing in a burning room, in a burning room.

And I'm free fallin' ~ Justin Nguyen

Art of Breaking Up

2010-09-21T11:26:00.008+02:00

If you ever leave,
be swift and fast to cut all strings
If you ever leave,
leave me heartbroken and left in the dark
If you ever leave,
don't throw me hope nor light

Leave me with the memories and a smile on my face

I smile, for what once were mine ~ Justin Nguyen

Homeless Hearts

2010-09-20T00:00:00.000+02:00

"Never forget where you come from. You may have to go back someday." - Wordboner

No matter how far we have gone.
No matter what we have done.
No matter how long we have been away.
No matter what.

Home is where the Heart is ~ Hero Pham

Rain Drop

2010-09-07T11:52:00.003+02:00

absolution [ˌæbsəˈluːʃən]

1. the act of absolving or the state of being absolved; release from guilt, obligation, or punishment

Life is like the journey of a rain drop ... either you go one straight way from the clouds to the ground, then to unite with water or you meet obstacles on the way down. A disturbance that in the end might make your rain drop dirty, but when you reach the ground, you will enter a process which filter out the filthiness and you will be clean again.

absolution

I love rain ~ Justin Nguyen

define:be

2010-08-22T15:36:00.015+02:00

"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinion, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."- Oscar Wilde

Dare to be different.
Dare to be a change.
Be-long where others come up short.
Be the man in the mirror, not the reflection in the media.
Be the sun in the sky, not the shadow cast on the ground.

Be original.
Be yourself.

Be ~ Hero Pham

You are amazing

2010-08-13T11:31:00.003+02:00

Remember,
You are amazing

Just the way you are ..

Her laugh, she hates, but

I think it's so damn sexy ~ Justin Nguyen

I Miss You

2010-08-02T13:18:00.003+02:00

I miss you, like a flower misses a raindrop.
I miss you, like a heart misses a beat.
I miss you.
Like a boy misses a girl.

I left my Heart and Seoul ~ Hero Pham

Rivers of Belief

2010-07-03T13:46:00.006+02:00

As children, we believe in Santa Claus.
As teenagers, we believe in Love.
As adults, we believe in Democracy.
And as seniors, we believe in God,
But do we ever learn?

Everyone Believes ~ Hero Pham

No Wise Men...

2010-06-29T12:45:00.007+02:00

No Wise Men Ever Wished To Be Younger ...

happy birthday Hero ~ Justin Ng

The shoulderbag

2010-06-02T23:20:00.009+02:00

Today, I spent time with her, I carried all of her stuff … we were looking for a gift - a present for one of her girl friends. We were walking around and then entered a jewelry store, I think she wanted to buy a necklace or something, but we ended up buying nothing. On our way out we ran into him. She apparently also made an appointment with him. I was no longer her focus … but still I was around her arm. He seemed nice…but I was still annoyed that he came around. So, the three of us walked around. They talked. I didn't. Now we were in a bag store, I was afraid that I would be replaced, and she actually bought one. But luckily it wasn't for her. It was the gift that we were out looking for. He even offered to carry the bag for her. He seemed more nice from this angle. Now she and the guy talked about dinner. Oh no … they are going to eat? I couldn't say anything to stop that from happening. They ended up in a Viet restaurant. He ordering pho, and she fried noodles…but none for me…looking at her makes whole. I noticed that he looked at her a lot .. and smiled. I wonder what he thought about her. Woow, he was actually nice… he paid for the bill and all … I started to feel safe around him. We walked around … to digest the food they just ate. Sun were shining brightly … I felt delighted around her arms … They made their way to the ice cream store, and again he paid. A very considerate guy…he told her not to pay, because she already spent enough money on the present. And the present was also larger than her anyways.
Sitting in the sun, eating ice cream was cosy. He even fed her with ice cream from his spoon. HIS SPOON.
They decided to leave, and before catching the bus, they went in a store to buy some beers, because he had to meet up with some friends in a park. He now carried the big bag with the present, his own rucksack and a bag with beers. She only had me.
Sitting in the bus I noticed that he had shoulders to lean on, but no one leaned on them.
I could see in his eyes that he hoped time would stand still, but hopelessly he gave up the thought. He didn't have the power to stop time. Neither did I. He liked spending time with her. So did I.
The way he hugged her before leaving bus showed me that he was a worthy person to take her hand. He tried to act cool with not looking back...but he ended up looking at her anyways.

I have always been there for her, but I can still be there for her even if she is with him. I will still be the one she entrusts her stuff to. And she will still have me around with ther.

He liked her… I could tell from the look in his eyes…
but does she like him the same way….that I couldn't tell …

tell her you like her before it's too late
shoulders to lean on ~ justin nguyen

veO-note 28.06

2010-05-28T13:07:00.002+02:00

"The promises we wrote in the sand disappeared with the waves."

Sands of Time~ Hero Pham

Remember Your Umbrella

2010-05-27T12:41:00.011+02:00

Do you remember, when you asked me why I always carry my umbrella with me, everywhere I go.
Do you remember what I said?

I need my umbrella to shelter me from the memories raining down.

Under My Umbrella ~ Hero Pham

Masterpiece

2010-05-24T23:11:00.005+02:00

5 Objects of Desire ~ Hero Pham

The Girl Next Door

2010-05-19T14:42:00.090+02:00

I wont say I love you that would be a lie, but the truth is, I like you.
Not as Romeo likes Juliet, or how Heathcliff likes Catherine, not in a sense that makes my heart all fussy inside, but rather in a way that makes me wish you were the girl I grew up with. The girl next door.
You are the girl I would have known my entire life.
The girl who would find comfort in my open arms, on a rainy day.
You are the intelligent, sweet and beautiful girl, the one every guy dreams about.
But in my reality, you seem so distant, like a faraway dream, and I am the idiot still stuck in the middle of our conversation, hoping you will return one day.
Some days I even find myself stealing glances at the spot we first met, secretly hoping, wishing and waiting for you. The girl next door to my heart.
You never did return though, you only stayed for a brief moment, like the girls before you, but thats what I get for being the guy who lives next door to a freaking hotel.

I am The Guy Next Door ~ Hero Pham

Remember

2010-04-07T13:46:00.012+02:00

Sometimes you lose something you never knew you had,
So you start looking for it, retracing your every move,
But no matter how long you look, you can't find it anywhere,
Because you already forgot what it was.

Remember me ~ Hero Pham

Self-immolation

2010-03-14T18:44:00.052+01:00

We all burn.
Whether it is something or someone we burn for.
We all set ourselves on fire, igniting a forest of expectations,
But in everyone's life, at some point our inner fire looses its flames.
Scared of turning into the ashes of disappointment,
The fire that fuels our dreams, flicker in the wind of despair.
We grow tired of hearing, we have to be careful of burning up,
So we put the dream out, when all we need is to rekindle the spark of hope.

So let's catch on fire and burst into flames, so our dreams can burn brighter than the sun.

I'll be your Fireman ~ Hero Pham

Dance like nothing ain't wrong

2010-03-10T21:00:00.009+01:00

The future is uncertain, nothing is safe yet.
Though we might have each other now
but tomorrow another story may tell
So lets dance, dance like there's no tomorrow

I'm gonna dance like ain't nothing wrong tonight, I'm gonna dance like ain't nothing wrong ~ justin nguyen

Heartbroken

2010-03-10T11:16:00.007+01:00

Sorrow falls from my eyes,
Heartbroken my mouth speaks,
Melancholy is all I hear
Sadness beats within me
Somehow…I live on

this is he ~ justin nguyen

veO-note 03.04

2010-03-04T23:15:00.009+01:00

"I walk in other people's footsteps, so I don't have to walk in the snow."

Fading footprints ~ Hero Pham

Train Station

2010-02-18T18:48:00.007+01:00

Today is snowing. A flower has been awoken on my cheek and now it died on my lips. The crowd buzzes back and forth at the train station, while I stand back to enjoy the last wave of melting white flowers. Such a cry when they melt away. Such a relief now that I'm leaving.

this is he ~ justin nguyen

Well Without Water

2010-02-18T01:49:00.016+01:00

Pain, is the silent tear stumbling down my cheek.
Pain, is my mothers unanswered cry for justice.
Pain, is a raindrop in an endless ocean.
Pain, is everything you have left behind.

In the rubble of emotions, I rise from the ocean of pain.
Smiling with eyes that died when you did.
Nothing has changed on the surface, yet everything is so different.
I miss your silly jokes. I miss your comfort. I simply miss you.
Yet heaven is so far away and the less I think about it, the less real it seems.
Though the tears on my cheek have dried like a well without water, my soul will forever be in pain, broken and empty, like the place I used to call home.

I love you, requiscat in pace pappa ~ Hero Pham
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A Heartbroken Waterfall

2010-01-26T09:09:00.009+01:00

The eyes play a sad tune, a heartbroken waterfall on your chest. You're flying…towards the sun.

I'm sorry

this is he ~ justin nguyen

Tears, they scatter.

2010-01-25T16:14:00.007+01:00

The tears of your loved ones are playing tunes of a heartbroken symphony today,
I hope you can hear it uncle. <3

I am no one to tell anything ~ Liam

Fragments of the Grenade

2010-01-19T10:00:00.000+01:00

Walking around in this concrete jungle, it all felt so sad and sorrowful. Trying to find a spot in the light, but all there was, were dark shadows raging. The sunbeams took turns to attack, but the high concrete mountains were defending themselves from it. Blocking beam by beam.

As I stopped to breath the fresh air, a cold breeze kissed my cheek, it gave me the chills. As the chills went down my spine, I felt the dark sorrow entering my body trying to push out the pure love from within. A thought came to mind.

I ran back to my apartment, shaking, like a junkie in need of drugs, opening my drawer to see if they're still there. Thank god they were…Among the cards, coins and aspirin, the fragments of the grenade were still there…slowly I assembled the frag grenade, closing and filling it with all the joy, love and happiness I had.

As I watched the natives running back and forth, communicating through their what so ever devices, screaming, growling, shouting at each other like there was no tomorrow. Hatred, sadness and sorrow were ruling this place.

'Sorry' I whispered 'I need more love', threw the grenade and turning my back to the wall, holding my hands to the ears…slowly i fall to the ground...waiting for the loving boom.

this is he ~ justin nguyen

Snow ...

2010-01-13T15:09:00.003+01:00

After a walk in the snowy weather, looking back on my past, I feel no regret for whatever I've done. Because whatever we do, whatever choices we make, we will be forgiven. And I didn't see it until my wandering in the snowy weather, looking back on my path, the snow has covered my tracks, and when melting on my hand, it tells me...it's gonna be alright. Though you might feel abandoned at times...but it will always come back.

You ask, why does it have to snow?

My answer is: When it is snowing, it tells you that God is still among us.

this is he ~ justin nguyen

Balloon People

2010-01-10T12:54:00.012+01:00

The future is up in the air, like a beautiful bouqet of balloons.
We try to hold on to all of them, but no matter how hard we try.
Some will deflate, suffocated by our choices,
Some will pop, pierced by the present
And others will fly away, because we did not hold on tight.
And when we have but one left.
Well,
that is the future we hold.

Same person, different name ~ Hero Pham

Winter Wonderland

2009-12-19T23:35:00.004+01:00

Outside my window, promises of a White Christmas fill the air, as the new fallen snow paints a winter wonderland on the concrete canvas. Pure, white and beautiful, every solitary speck of snow falls like the temperature, effortlessly across our fair country cuddling our Christmas spirit underneath a blanket of snow, like a kind hearted mother.
In the meadow Snowmen and Snow angels once again rise from the ashes of yesteryears snow, as children looking like miniature polar bears, wearing layer upon layer of clothing, romp around.
Despite the cold winter, unconcerned by the world, a lonely Snowdrop majestically spreads its petals, taunting nature's inability to prevent it from breaking through the cover of snow, blooming like love under the mistletoe.

On the inside of my window from the warmth of the fireplace, I take in this breathtaking view and suddenly, the cold winter no longer feels so cold.
For the first time in many years.
It feels. Feels like Christmas.

Wondering in Winterland ~ Viet Pham

Since 1919

2009-12-12T13:10:00.001+01:00

Since 1919, more stars have shown themselves on the milkyway sky. Until last year, the greatest of them all disappeared. All the other stars cried there hearts out for you.
This one star is missing you a lot, thinking and praying almost every night that you are in safer and better place. Hoping that you will watch upon the remaining stars.
This one star will always remember you. Grandpa - Rest in Peace

Dan Nguyen, 1919 - 2008

this is he ~ justin nguyen

Last Night

2009-12-10T09:00:00.000+01:00

Last night, my life was perfect. Everything was back on track. Everything was so right. Then I opened my eyes. It was a dream. My life is still imperfect as it used to be.

this is he ~ justin nguyen

No Position

2009-12-09T22:21:00.004+01:00

I'd love to tug you in at night, kiss you on your forehead before saying goodnight and then lie next to you. Sometimes even take you around and show you to the whole wide world. But through the eyes of the world you belong to someone else. I'm in no position to hold you, hug you, kiss you or even look at you in a certain way. I'd told you once, and I'm going to tell you again, I was willing to sacrifice everything for you, get beating up for you. Cause you would be mine.
But love works in mysterious ways, though it warms me whenever you call or text, it hurts twice as much.
I'm sorry, but I'm letting you go.

this heart will heal ~ justin nguyen

Tracing - Day 2

2009-12-07T13:50:00.004+01:00

Solitude is knocking on my door while I’m staring at the blank wall. I greet it with a fake smile. I try to find some company by texting her. “Hey pretty, what are you up to?”…I wait a bit but no respond. Then I search my IM-contact list to see if anyone interesting is on, but no one catches my attention. It's not like we've known ourselves that long. An awkward silence comes between us.

Solitude and I are having a small talk about how life is and what regards it. He says that he visits more and more these days, since it soon will be Christmas, a lot of people miss company, just like I did. He then asks me if I have anyone in mind. I lied that I haven’t. He can hear through the songs playing from my computer that I miss her. Tracing. Have you ever had the sense that we've been lying just a little? Solitude then says “Why neglect your feelings when they are there. When they are right for you?” I gave him a surprised look. As if he is totally wrong which he isn’t. I then start to contemplate and reminisce about things that aren’t there.

My visiting time is over; he has other ‘lonely souls’ to visit. After Solitude bid his farewell I then sit alone again staring at my phone. My phone suddenly sings. I picked it up and saw a text from her “Hey you, the boy of my dreams.” Is this it? Could this be the moment where we stop lying to ourselves about how we feel?

Good love is on the way ~ justin nguyen

veO-note 12.06

2009-12-06T12:27:00.003+01:00

"In this cold winter what everyone is looking for is someone to embrace."

Keep me warm ~ Viet Pham

Heartbreak Warfare - Day 1

2009-12-04T09:00:00.006+01:00

It is early morning. A light sunbeam kissed my cheek to bid me welcome to a new day. I pushed it away and pulled my pillow over my head. I wasn't ready to greet the new day. The sun then sent heavenly seagulls to wake me up, I didn't mind their sweet music around the place, I chuckled, but still with my eyes closed. Suddenly the angels stopped, I felt a cold dice down my spine. I tossed and turned trying to find the warmth sunbeam or to hit a bird to squeark again, but no. Carefully I reached my arm to the side to feel, just to feel emptiness. It was still cold, yet another isolated night, though the dream told me that she was by me. Dreams lie, they make me imagine things. But sometimes they are all you've got. You live for a certain dream, and so do I. Embarrased I start to laugh, though no one was around.
I kept telling myself that it's okay. I finally gained strength to face the taunting sun.

***

Just another walk to the bus. It is quite cold this morning, not to talk about the quietness of the rush hour. I could only hear the spring breeze. Caressing my cheeks as I dragged my legs with me. The warm sun has hidden behind the clouds. Drops exploded on my face...I sighed...Heaven is peeing again. Determined I walked on to reach the bus stop. People where packed in the bus shelf like sardines in a can.
I plugged my earphones in, and turned on a song that made me feel awkward. Gave me a sense of heartbreak. Heartbreak Warfare. If you want more love, why don't you say so. I somehow fell in love again...She came to my mind.
As I was about to enter the bus, I felt the concrete glued to my feet. I froze in a couple of seconds, meanwhile a scent of roses passed by my nose, for a moment a warmth filled me from within. The cold morning breeze slapped me in the face and I felt empty again. She had just passed by.

this is he ~ justin nguyen

Blue Christmas

2009-12-01T16:43:00.004+01:00

I perfected perfection just to be perfect for you, but we weren't perfect for each other so now I'm perfectly blue.

Painfully Perfect ~ Viet Pham

No More Aishiteru

2009-11-29T16:22:00.004+01:00

So what if I gave you too much love, does that mean you have to run away?
If I gave you nothing at all, would you at least have stayed?

Heartbreak Hotel ~ Viet Pham

veO-note 11.22

2009-11-22T19:35:00.007+01:00

Everyone is talking about New Moon, but no one actually went outside to look at the sky.
Diary of a Dyslexic ~ Viet Pham

Cracked bottle...

2009-11-17T12:11:00.008+01:00

...its you ... its you ... its you...

red drops cries from the bottle,
it aches...slowly cracks

...its you...its you.......its...

the drops slowly spells your name
shouts it
turns into a song...

...its you...its... its....

until the last breath has escaped
shattered and fragmented ... its left inside of me
no more tears is left from it...
dying...

...its...its...gone....

like a cracked bottle, this is he ~ justin nguyen

Untitled - Chapter 0

2009-11-14T14:47:00.010+01:00

David Brisbane woke up to a new morning, lying, waiting, wishing. It was still early, too early he thought. The whiteout had subsided, and had given birth to a new day. Outside he heard the doves chirping, bathing in the sunlight, of the newborn sun. He did not want to wake up. He wanted to sleep. Forever. Sleeping meant dreaming, dreaming meant peace.

His eyes wandered to the other side of the bed like every other morning. Though he knew he would not see anything, he was hopeful, having just woken up from the same vivid dream as always. But to no one’s surprise, like a virgin, the side was untouched, it had been so for a long time. He did not remember the last time the other side of the bed was occupied, though today it hurt more than yesterday.

A tear escaped his eye, cascading down his cheek and exhaled its last breath on his lips.
The taste was bitter, salty. Dumbfounded, he tried to remember, the events of yesterday, the memories of an inalterable past.

Then it all came back to haunt him. The what if, the two words giving birth to a parallel present, in which no tear would have had to escape his impenetrable armor. Her breath on his neck, touching the untouched side of his bed. I have no armor left. You have stripped it from me. For a moment he was happy, ecstatic, he was slow dancing with yesterday, in a burning room. Disillusioned by a daydream, his happiness was short.

The alarm clock, like a shot from a gun, brought him back to reality and pierced his heart.
Angry, he blamed it on his insecurities, his faltering courage, his nonexistent self-confidence, but they did not respond to his accusations. David was talking to himself again, something he did a lot these days. How can they respond if I have nothing to say?

**********

In the sanctuary of his clinical bathroom, David could not recognize the reflection in the mirror anymore, he was a shell of his former self. Dark circles were forming under his eyes, premature wrinkles caressing his skin. Will I ever see her again?

His eyes were hollow and dead, bloodshot not because of a high, but rather a low. He scrabbled around in the medicine cabinet, his hands were shaking now, the vein on his hand visible. Prozac. Prozac. Prozac. He found what he was looking for, drowning his mouth in water, he felt the pill slip down his throat. He needed some fresh air.

**********

Outside in the mocking sun of the cold winter, David was walking, aimlessly, perhaps in circles, he did not know. His body was shaking from the cold. He had no purpose, no destination. Walking through the park he saw her. His angel dressed in white, walking the same path every morning. She was beautiful, face of an angel, body of a goddess. Gracefully almost floating on air, she was walking towards him.

In the middle of the park David froze. Perplexed, everything disappeared around him, the white snow, the roar of traffic, the children giving life to snow angels. He only had eyes for her. Today is the day. Warmth returned to his body, sound vaporized, leaving only the music of his heart. Thump, thump, thump. She was smiling radiantly, melting the snow as she closed the distance between them and David swore he could see the outline of her wings. I have been here so many times before. He mustered up all his courage and walked towards her. Just say hi. Say something. Anything.

Then he walked right past her, not uttering one word.

Written by Viet Pham
Copyright © 18-10-2009 Aishiteruism. All rights reserved.

Wedding Dress II

2009-11-13T16:11:00.022+01:00

I have been praying this day would never come.
The day I'm just another face in the crowd, smiling with a broken heart, watching as he walks you down the aisle.
Is he who you hoped he would be?
Is he the one, you want to spend the rest of your life with? The father of your children?
Does he whisper sweet poetry in your ear?
Put a smile on your angelic face?
Call you just to hear your voice, the way I used to?
Does he love you, the way I love you?

I'm holding the ring that was supposed to be yours in my hand.
If I asked you to, would you take my hand and run away?

Baby please leave him.
You should be my lady. My angel in white.
You...the girl in the Wedding Dress...

Diary of a Dyslexic ~ Viet Pham

Wedding Dress

2009-11-13T09:09:00.004+01:00

The one next to you, is he how you hoped he should be?
Is he the one singing for you, playing the piano when you request?
When you are in the white and he in the black
is he right for you?
if he's not me, would you take my hand and run away?
To see you standing there..I feel like kissing you
Put my ring on your finger..
Cause you should be my lady
I should be standing next to you, not somewhere in the crowd.
I might be smiling, but do you see the invisible tears I cry or hear the muted screams of my fragmented heart?
You...the girl in the Wedding Dress...

this is he ~ justin nguyen

(500) Days of Summer

2009-11-13T01:00:00.016+01:00

"When your heart is first broken, it consumes you. And it's an emotion I wanted to make a movie about, before I forgot how it felt." - Mark Webber

Every boy will eventually meet a girl like Summer.
She will teach our soul to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures, but Summer does not last forever. As the season comes to its end, she will break our heart and brokenhearted we find ourselves trying to shovel water out of the sinking relationship that now seems like a faraway dream. A dream that is slowly turning into a loveless nightmare. Summer is a season of love and falling in love with her, we collide with the cold concrete of reality. Life is all coincidences and coincidently life must go on.

Summer is but a season and the season comes and goes they say, so we wait for Autumn and hope she lasts forever.

People in your Life are Seasons ~ Viet Pham

Each a Wing

2009-11-11T13:46:00.004+01:00

If I was God, I would give you all a wing each.
Then it's up to you to find your better half and embrace them.
Alone, you walk
Together, you fly

this is he ~ justin nguyen

100

2009-11-08T12:41:00.005+01:00

The Countdown begins... Until I can count no more...
Love Life ~ Viet Pham

Flight of the Fireflies

2009-11-06T12:30:00.015+01:00

"It's hard to say that i'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep 'cause my dreams are bursting at the seams" - Adam Young

10 million fireflies bask in the eternal sunshine of our spotless mind as children, but as we mature, the darkness clouds our tainted mind, and the lights of our lightning bugs dim.
Even though we keep a few of the fireflies, in a jar by our nightstand, they are already slowly withering away. We become impaired to the fire and take refugee in the darkness of our own construction, while we watch as our sight slowly deteriorates and every insignificantly important lightning bug disappears from our peripheral vision, having already flown that far away.

I want to recapture everyone of my 10 million fireflies and follow them, until they shine like the stars again, underneath the carpet of the night.

Follow your Fireflies ~ Viet Pham

veO-note 11.03

2009-11-03T14:45:00.004+01:00

"I carried the cross of hope and was crucified."

We all carry our crosses ~ Viet Pham

To be continued...

Justin Nguyen v.1.99

2009-11-03T13:04:00.010+01:00

"I wrapped you in my arms, not only to warm you, but mostly to warm my own heart .."
i'll keep you safe while you sleep ~ justin nguyen

Why women cry...

2009-10-30T21:00:00.004+01:00

A little boy asked his mother: "Why are you crying?"
"It is because I am a woman." she answered him.
"I don't get it" he said.
His mom simply gave him a hug and said "and you never will"...

Later on the little boy asked his father: "How can it be that mother sometimes cries for no reason?"
"Every women sometime cry for no reaon" was all his dad could say...

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering of why women cry.
At last he called up God, and when God answered, the man asked:
"God, why do women cry so easy?"
God answered:
"When I created the woman,I created her to be something special. I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the burdens of the world; though soft enough so you can lean on..."
"I gave her inner strength to be able to bare a child, and to handle the rejections that her childrens sometimes give her..."
"I gave her a will, a toughness that allows her to carry on when everyone else is giving up, and to take care of her family through sickness and tiredness without complaint..."
"I gave her emotions, unconditionatly to love her children, even when her child has scarred her deeply..."
"I gave her strength to guide her husband through what he lacks, and created her from his rib-bone so she could protect his heart..."
"I gave her knowledge to know that a good husband would never mean any harm to his wife, but sometimes try her strength and her decision to stand by his side without any hesitation..."
"And finally, I gave her a tear to shed...It is hers, exclusively to use when in need.
You see:
The beauty of a woman is not the clothes that she wear nor the body she has nor the way she does her hair.
The beauty of a woman shall be seen through her eyes, because that is the frontdoor to her heart - the place where love lives."

-unknown author

dedicated to all the mothers... ~ justin nguyen
translated from a Danish article I once saw

Let me hear your echo

2009-10-29T21:01:00.004+01:00

“I believe you are my echo. Before I met you, my heart cried out to the world countless times, and it was you who came to me… I will be here for you to make your hopes, wishes, dreams come true. I love you.“ - Lee Sun Woong

Dear Diary.

Today it has been a 1000 days since I first lost the ability to hear, I know because my conscious, unconsciously counted the days, since the accident.
The silence that was left behind in the debris is deafening, almost melodious, making me miss, what I took for granted.
The sound of the waves crashing into the bare cliffs.
The sound of the pen scratching the surface of a piece of a letter.
The sound of the 3 words and 8 letters that once put a smile on my face.
I miss them all, the tiny things that made the difference of a world, a world of music.
Since the accident, I have tried to move on. Tried to live a normal life, but it is hard not being able to hear the colorful tunes around me.
I try to remember the music, but nothing comes to mind, only the comfort of the silence.
My only solace is the memories of the past, echoing through my mind.
Sometimes I wonder if the past is just a figment of my imagination. Like is all this for real, or not?
I want to step out from the soundproof state I am in.
So everyday I scream at the top of my lungs, cry my heart out to the world and wait for my echo.
Like the 999 other days, the silence is the only one returning my call, though I never meant to call her.
I cannot even hear the beat of my heart anymore. I cannot ever hear myself. Not even a single sound.
My life is quiet.
The accident took away my hearing, making me senseless to sound.

My heart has cried out to the world countless times, and I believe one day I will hear my echo.

Diary of a dyslexic ~ Viet Pham

Let me hear your voice

2009-10-29T21:00:00.005+01:00

"Could it be that I played the game? To lose you. I cant maintain!"

I'm a sucky loser, I must ad. "T'he losing me" is not the best side of me to show. I hate it. 'Cause I play the game for you, to win you...not to lose you. Though I have to risk my own life, I would not trade you for something else. 'Cause nothing compares to the laughter you bring, the sweet music to my ear, each time you raise your voice.

"The crybaby-you, from that time on, often laid your head on my shoulder"

I used to be able to protect to you from all the surroundings, but I have failed to maintain my stand. I have been weakened. Love no longer makes me strong, and tears make me weak. It is so dark here, I am too far down. All I need from you is to throw me some line where I can pull my self up again, but half way up, the line breaks. Hoping wings would grow but they don't...so I fall.

"Letting me be the cloud hanging above me, raining on me, missing your touch."

Now you are gone, I lost you to someone else, in the arms of another. You left me only as a shade of myself. I somehow try to become real, but still only as a shadow I remain.
I sit back working on how to process these emotions left, all that is left are black holes and revelations of how to keep you, of how to have you here with me or each time I blocked you out when you were angry at me, screaming into my ear. An unconscious hint to let me know that if I did not pay attention I would be deafened from your voice. How you just could Let me hear your voice again.

Aishiteru ~ justin nguyen

I lost ...

2009-10-29T11:00:00.001+01:00

"How much of a human life is lost in wanting."

Somehow, a while back, it disappeared from my sight, away out of my reach. It was always by me, but now it has left. Heartless I admit that I cannot live without.
Everyday I search for a new one, but there is no match, people offer me their, but I only want my own.

I dwel in the past for without it I cannot move. I linger after feeling it within my palms.

Maybe I was the fool fooling around. Taking "you" for granted. But now come back. Fit in where you belong, to fill my body with warmth and blood. The oxygen my body breathe. The place in my chest. Come back heart. Come back.

this is he ~ justin nguyen

Justin Nguyen v.1.9

2009-10-28T22:42:00.005+01:00

"Killing every thought i have with the knife from the heart ... stranguling my heart ... let it slip"
this is he ~ justin nguyen

With or Without

2009-10-28T22:38:00.008+01:00

"Though love is hard, but without love is harder"
this is he ~ justin nguyen

My teacher once told me..

2009-10-27T23:46:00.012+01:00

"Memories are fragments stored in the human brain my teacher once told me. Oh how wrong she was, memories are stored in the very core of your heart."

Learn by Living ~ Liam

Justin Nguyen v.1.09

2009-10-27T21:32:00.013+01:00

"Sometimes isolation can weaken your body, but to be solitude can make you find yourself"

this is he ~ justin nguyen

veO-note 10.27

2009-10-27T00:00:00.004+01:00

"Even though the stars shine on us, we are ultimately enclosed in darkness."
Diary of a dyslexic ~ Viet Pham

veO-note 10.25

2009-10-25T12:00:00.012+01:00

"God gave you the present, what have you done with it?"

Diary of a dyslexic ~ Viet Pham

Ode to Rose

2009-10-23T15:33:00.062+02:00

"If we crawl, till we can walk again
Then we'll run, until we're strong enough to jump
Then we'll fly, until there is no wind
So lets crawl ,crawl, crawl back to love." - Chris Brown

I hate the beauty of a Rose, because the fragility of it reminds me of my broken heart.
Reminds me of something I rather not remember.
Something I wish to forget, but forget to wish for.
You. Left me to my unwanted solitude, broke my heart of glass, like a pro.

[EKG].........you.you.you...............you.you.you..................you.you....................you....

I try to pick up the broken pieces, with my bloody hands, but I keep on cutting myself on the memories of you. My heart will never be the same, you broke me for everyone to see.
Crippled by love, my legs falter underneath the weight of pain. I fall like the season.
Cutting myself, on the pieces of you, the fragments of my heart, in the process.
I lay there in the pool of my own blood, bleeding love.

[EKG]...............................you.you........................you..........................you......................

My scars refuse to heal. Always fresh like new dawn dew, on a rose petal, every time you appear to disappear. Making the reality of my dreams, a living nightmare.

[EKG].......................................................you.......................................................................

Friendly faces told me that, in time my broken heart will heal.
I faked a smile, hid the scars underneath my pride, while a tear crawled down my cheek.
Knowing they were oblivious, to the fact that you were the time of my life.

[EKG]................................................................................................................................

~ Viet Pham

I am

2009-10-22T00:01:00.006+02:00

"Who am I?" - A Young Philosopher Said

I am unique
We are all unique. They say.
Like the beautiful colors of the rainbow, in the refraction.
Like the little specks of snowflakes, in a wintry scenery.
Like the insatiable flavors of ice cream, in a convenience store.
Undeniably, unconditionally, unintentionally different. Nobody is the same.

I am fake
Nobody is original, everyone one of us is a fake.
A product of our peers.
Build on the bricks of societal norms.
Living Lemmings.

I am alive
Teenagers go through an identity crisis as they mature.
Adults come to terms with nobody but their identities.
Elders loose sight of their eyedentity and forget.

I am what I have chosen to be
We all choose who we are, who we want to be and who we end up becoming.
So there is no reason to blame others, in the end, nobody can change that.

I am nobody
I am nobody, because nobody is nobody and nobody is special.

~ Viet Pham

A Combination of Letters

2009-10-21T11:06:00.005+02:00

“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” - Edgar Allan Poe

Words imply letters, letters will turn to words. Words to sentences. Sentences to a story. A story to be told over and over again.
But why do we do this? Use these so-called "words"? Why not use signs or click-sounds to implicate what we want to express. Actions mean more than words, right? But a picture can say more than a thousand words? Slinging a combination of letters, expression all over the place, just to make us feel a bit smaller. All these for a greater good? Or simply to simplify our everyday.

I must say, I cannot live a day without using those combined letters to express the things that are running through my mind.

People say that I'm an addict. Call it an addiction? Then yes, im addicted to a five-lettered word... words.

this is he ~ justin nguyen

My steps

2009-10-19T01:36:00.004+02:00

"I wrote your name in the sand, the ocean took you away ..."

For each step I make in the sand, the ocean takes them away. Like a book, I want my steps to tell a story, to last forever. And in a thousand years, they open up this book of steps and see my heart, again with footsteps of the different loves and people who crossed my path, took part of my heart.

And on the last page, the very last line, it would say "My life was Beautiful...Awesome and Legendary."

this is he ~ justin nguyen

Another Pinocchio Story

2009-10-18T10:00:00.003+02:00

"I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess" - One Republic

I have a deep dark secret. My closet is filled with skeletons.
Never to be revealed, forever locked away, like a prisoner on death row.
The truth is a lie, the lie becomes the truth. White lies. Presidential lies. Lies.
It's all in my nature. My secrets are guarded by heavy armored lies, disguised as truths.
They stand steadfast, untouchable, never wavering. They are my only solitude.
I have walked the path of shame, a road I never want to return to. Never means forever.
My life is a lie. A mere coincidence. The truth is, I know not why I live, a secret I will never reveal, though everyone already knows. A Truthful Lie.
The doctors say I am a pathological liar, suffering from narcissistic personality disorder.

My name is Pinocchio.
I am the sons and daughters of Mother Earth and Gepetto.

~ Viet Pham

Footprints in the Sand

2009-10-17T16:00:00.003+02:00

"Thoughts that come with doves' footsteps guide the world." - Frederich Nietzsche

Footsteps.
Footsteps in the sand.
Footsteps in history.
I have walked since I was 9 months old, leaving baby footprints in the sand. The road is long, winding and harsh. Sometimes I find myself at the end of everything, at the brink of my existence, but it is impossible to turn around, life is a one way street, so I continue.
Walking. Dancing. Stumbling.
I want to make an impression. I want the world to remember me. I want my footsteps to remain. Untouched by Mother. Earth. Gaia. Terra.
I cannot swim, so I am doomed to walk.
Leaving only footprints in the sand.

We all walk on the road of life, but not everyone leaves footprints in the sand.

~ Viet Pham

A Dance on Roses

2009-10-16T19:51:00.008+02:00

"Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they're supposed to help you discover who you are." - Bernice Johnson Reagon

Life is not a dance on roses, they often say. Actually life is a dance on red roses, but with thorns. It is all great, but sometimes you cry. You will meet obstacles in life that you cannot counter, and there is nothing you can do about it. Like babies in a craddle you cannot take any action, but to cry out loud.

Like a mad man who tries to prove his sanity, we cannot accomplish in making others believe that life is great, life is beautiful. Because in the end life is a million shades of grey, and when you are fucked there is only black and white.

With bandage covering my feet, I try to limp through life, cherishing every moment. While screaming 'cause of pain, I dance on roses.

this is he ~ justin nguyen

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

2009-10-15T10:00:00.014+02:00

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd" - Alexander Pope

Love is a mother, holding her newborn child for the first time.
Love is Epistle from Eloisa to Abelard.
Love is indescribable a concept that will forever baffle me. Nobody knows love till they have lost it. Cannot live with, cannot live without. A double edged blade that cuts your heart in two, leaving a scar that refuses to heal, infected by memories. Fragmented memories, pieces of the heart, memories that linger forever.
Lovesick. Heartless. Sometimes love hurts, the blade cuts so deep, leaving a permanent marker on the heart and you wonder why a love that was so sweet, would hurt so much.
Screaming you only hear an echo of your former self. Life is inalterable.

My memory is the evidence. My heart the victim.

~ Viet Pham

Black or White?

2009-10-14T14:01:00.012+02:00

"I have nothing Left to say, because nothing Right is Left." - Viet Pham

Black/White. Right/Wrong. Life/Death. Pain/Pleasure. Love/Love.
Achromatic Life is build in the shade of antithesis', colorless, neutral and lonely. A li(f)e we have believed in which has been passed down to us through generations. In the shade of grey we live, hopeful, in between two mighty forces. Though we know in the end life is black and white. Void of colors. Like a movie we no longer want to watch.

~ Veo Out

Glasses

2009-10-14T14:00:00.009+02:00

We view the world through different glasses.
Some use sun glasses, those who see the dark side of the world and end up escaping the light.
Some use reading glasses, those who wants to emphasize the road to success, often ending in the pit of egoism.
Others use monocles, the status conscious' scream for attention.
In the end we forget the fact that we can reflect ourselves in each others glasses,
and ask ourselves what have I ever done for the World?
Heal the world, be the man in the mirror, it is all human nature.

special feature ~ guest writer, lu legend

(translated by ~ Veo & Dr. Gyldendal)

Weaker vs Stronger

2009-10-14T13:59:00.006+02:00

"What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger."

..ehm ... what doesn't kill you, makes you weaker is a better quote. After the first strike, you get hurt and weakened. The more you get hit, the weaker you become.
A bit like love. Your first love, you go strong and take out every obstacle, until you get knocked down. You're devastated. Nothing seem to be able to lift you up. And when you reach your 9th love, you are weak, worried and insecure. You are afraid of getting hurt.
And in the end, you won't be able to love, won't be able to live anymore.
It is all normal, 'cause...we're human

this is he ~ teo

The Way to go to Heaven

2009-10-14T09:00:00.000+02:00

”The Bible shows the way to go to heaven, not the way the heavens go.“ – G. Galilei

Religion is a guideline, for you to take out what you feel is right and useful for the path in your life. Some people does not see buddhism as equal as christianity. They say buddhism is only a lifestyle, because there is no God.
I say it is wrong, every religion has a bit of truth in it. Jesus preached the ways of living, how to be a good man. How to be a good man in the Roman Age.

No religion is bad nor good, it is balanced. It is the people who interprets them wrong. I might get stoned for this statement, though I'm a Catholic and believe that God is watching upon us, but I do not follow the 10 Commandments till the end, though I do try. I take out what's important for my life, living and future.

If Allah, Jesus, The Holy Father, The Holy Spirit and Ganesha and so on truly love us. They will unite as one, instead of confusing us.

There is only one god, one god only.

this is he ~ teo

Musically Tonedeaf Poetry

2009-10-14T02:04:00.006+02:00

My soul follows the dream, like a deaf man follows the sound
My dream is musical, but I'm tonedeaf
Love is the sound of my heart, like a heartless serenade
Love is but a dream, yet I cannot sleep

My love is Beautiful... Awesome and Legendary...

written by
~ lu, veo & teo

My Soul follows the Dream

2009-10-14T01:53:00.004+02:00

"Do things you don't regret, or do things without regretting" - Justin Nguyen

Through a period in life, you often regret things in a way or another, but by regretting you will lose an important event in life. Through the things you do, you experience love, friendship and other lovable stuff. Life isn't about what you could've done, but what you did, what you have accomplished and the decisions you will make tomorrow.

Life is precious and short. Embrace it with your life.

this is he ~ teo

Socrates said it

2009-10-13T22:05:00.002+02:00

"All I know is that I know nothing." - Socrates

Like blind mice we all stumble in the dark of life, not knowing what we are looking for. Asking questions that we cannot answer, thinking we know more by knowing nothing because Socrates said it. Ultimately what we all are looking for is the meaning with this existence of ours, but like blind mice, we all stumble, never finding the cheese.

~ Veo Out

Everlasting Poetry

2009-10-12T22:47:00.002+02:00

"A piece of you, is a piece of me" - Justin Nguyen

As time goes by, we forget. We lose some precious memories. Nothing lasts forever. Things you love, things you need hasnt been immortalized, but you want to, but don't know how.
I've found something that lasts forever..."Words" is the keyword.
And Poetry is the answer...Everlasting Poetry

EP, is the only thing that will last.
I breathe the P, and know it is the E

this is he ~ teo

Wheel of Fate

2009-10-12T19:56:00.006+02:00

"Happiness is just an illussion caused by the temporary absence of reality."

The general conformed public through the ideas of Hollywood, say that happiness is letting go of fate and turn its wheels yourself. Because we know not what direction to steer, does that mean we are all bound to crash in the end? Without the help of Fate's autopilot, a feature that we always fall back on, we are all blind mice, lost in the maze of life.

~Veo Out

Music is

2009-10-11T22:35:00.008+02:00

"Music is what feelings should sound like" - Justin Nguyen

For every tear I've shed, I've learnt that I've already lived my life to the fullest with someone special, but there is only pain in dwelling, it's time to move on.

Peace n Love
this is he ~ teo

The Dreams of Yesterday

2009-10-11T22:28:00.010+02:00

"The dreams of yesterday are forever imprinted in the present, never to be tainted, but forever tainting our soul." - Viet Pham

I've always wanted to live my life to the fullest, but if that means letting go of all of my fears, I'm afraid. I'm afraid I might not be brave enough. My fear is the reason they take away my nomination for the prize of Happiness, because fear is the reason we cannot live, laugh and love and without these triplets, life is meaningless, like a series of accidents determined to confute free will.

~Veo Out

It's all about Aishiteru

2009-10-11T13:09:00.013+02:00

"Revolution Begins With One Step." - Lee Sun Woong

One step for mankind, one step for evolution. This is one step for Aishiteru. One step on a journey towards sanity in the insane asylum, we call our little blue planet.

We are all in a sense insane, disillusioned by the media, forced to follow a trail of thoughts, whether it is a result of institutionalization or Hollywood. We all follow a trail with our minds feet. Aishiteruism tries to flip the script and attempt to take the trail less taken, the extraordinary, questionable and self-realizing trail. This blog is the result of the ongoing journey.

So come on a journey with Aishiteruism, follow the everyday trail of thoughtcrumbs we lay out for you and find your way back home. Back home to enlightning.

To clarify the name in more detail the suffix -ism comes from the Greek noun suffix -ismos and roughly mean “the theory of."

This is the Theory of Aishiteru.

~Veo Out