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eusebio-bechayda's picture
Jan.26.2009
holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent at throwing it to someone else. you burn your hands first in the process.   i’ve learned of this wisdom not so long ago. i believe in it. it seems like i could not really hurt those people whom i mean to harm, to the point where i...
hung-duong's picture
Aug.09.2008
It was raining again. Four days straight without sunlight. The cloud covered the sky, like a gray carpet covered a kettle. To make it worse, today is my first day at 12th grade. Despite the rain, our beloved principle made us assemble at the yard to perform the ceremony. As usual, I expected an...
hung-duong's picture
Aug.09.2008
..........A white hallway............ It spread from the door I opened to an invisible point. The hall was endless..... It gave me a feeling of emptiness, because though the hall was long, there were no door. Suddenly, a black door appeared. It had the word "FUNERAL" carved on it, painted...
hung-duong's picture
Aug.09.2008
I passed by a crowded road .... The atmosphere was thick..........Air hardly had place to escape..........The heat from the sun increased as time went by.... Suddenly, I saw a bird-market. It was the reason for the crowd. There were at least 200 cages, with different birds in each of them, hanging...