#20200913

[kenziemanan]

20200913 Kenzie Manan

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20200913

心からほっとできればいろんなアイディアが浮かんでくるはずだ。自分を信じよう。

If I can feel at home again, I will bump into some fantastic ideas. Believe in yourselves.

[a--hot--chocolate]

20200913

[nknaxs]

やらかしました

手に取ったシャンプーって勿体なくて洗い流せない…

20200913

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What It Took

A Han Jisung Birthday Short

Description: Jisung spends his birthday alone until the present of his dreams saunters through the door and spends the night.

Warning: none! (lottsa fluff)

Word Count: 1.1k

Pairing: reader x Jisung

“... happy birthday to me…”

Jisung blows out his candles with a sigh. He probes at it with a fork all alone in his studio apartment wondering why he decided to accept a job so far away from his hometown. He’s been living his dream for the last three months, no doubt, but he misses everyone back at home, some more than others.

Deciding that he is no longer in the mood for cake, he stands to put it in the fridge for breakfast tomorrow. That is, however, when the doorbell rings.

That’s odd, he thinks to himself. The clock reads half past nine. Who could it be at this hour? He looks through the peephole and nearly wets himself. Could it be?

“Y/N?” he gasps breathlessly, pulling the door open before the illusion of you-- that must be what he is seeing, he tells himself-- can fade away.

“Hi,” you greet back. 

Oh goodness, you are real! “Wha--? You--? Here--? How--?”

You giggle at his flustered state, and he clears his throat to collect himself. “What are you doing here?” he finally manages.

“For your birthday, duh,” you laugh. “I figured you’d be spending it sad and alone, so I dropped by as soon as I could to personally congratulate you. Sorry I came so late though; my professor had to schedule a midterm today.”

“‘Dropped by?’” he quotes. “It’s a two hour train ride to get here.”

“Yeah, so be grateful, you dork. Speaking of which though, I can’t stay long if I plan to catch the last train back.”

“Why don’t you stay the night?” he blurts before he can stop himself.

You look a little surprised at his offer, but not completely shocked. “H-here?”

“Y-yeah.” He’s got to just roll with it now. “I mean, unless you’re not comfortable with it. It is really late though.”

“I’m okay with it. I just don’t want to be a burden,” you reply shyly.

“You can’t be more of a burden than me when I used to wake you up at night whenever there was thunder,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes along. “It would have been fine if you didn’t climb into my bed dripping wet from running in the rain to my house.”

“Just come in,” he snorts, pulling your wrist so that you stumble past the threshold. “I have cake!”

After a long debate that night, it is decided that you and Jisung will share a bed. Like the old days, both of you concluded. That is easier said than done though. Now as full grown adults, the two of you lay uncomfortably on the edge of his bed facing laterally. There is no way he is going to fall asleep like this, he groans in his head as he wills his brain to shut off. After a solid twenty minutes, he finally gives up and slowly turns around, hoping you are asleep by then. What he doesn’t expect is hearing the bed from your side rustle too and seeing your wide eyes staring at him as you both finish turning at the same time.

“Well, um…!” “Hi again.”

“Looks like we’re as in sync as ever,” he chuckles awkwardly. 

“Yeah, guess we both got tired of sleeping on that side at the same time, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Yep.”

A moment of silence passes before he speaks up again. Both your bodies are still rigid from awkwardness. “I’m not uncomfortably close, am I?” 

“What? You what do you mean when there’s six whole inches between us? Of course not. We’re adults; we don’t have to make this awkward.”

“Right! Physical touch is normal!”

“Exactly! We’re mature enough for things like this.” You throw your arm around him, and his heart jolts with electricity.

“Yeah! And this!” He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you closer just the tiniest amount.

Your hand slides up to his shoulder where it grips his shirt in nervousness. “This is… totally fine.” You press your ear to his chest to hear if his heart is going as quickly as yours only to realize you can’t hear a thing over the pounding in your ears.

“Yeah…” he murmurs into your hair, now completely committed to making sure there isn’t a millimeter between your two bodies. Slowly, he allows his body to relax. Soon, he feels himself drifting off.

“I can’t believe it…” he accidentally whispers aloud.

“Hmm?” you hum tiredly.

You feel his chuckle in his chest. “I can’t believe it took three months,” he continues, still halfway to dreamland.

“Three months to what?” you ask.

Your words jolt him awake and he realizes what escaped him. “Oh! I- um--!”

He looks down at your starry wide eyes, and he knows he cannot deny any longer.

“Three months to what?” you repeat.

“Three months to…” He feels himself tensing up again. “Three months to…”

The hand that was on his shoulder goes up to his hair comfortingly. Jisung closes his eyes and leans back to savor the sensation before it fills him with enough courage to say, “I can’t believe it took three months apart to realize how incredibly in love I was and am with you.”

You go silent after that, and he knows he’s blown it. You, his best friend, came all this way just for him to push you away with him and his stupid mouth.

“I’m sorry. Just ignore what I said. It’s not important. Let’s just stay friends.”

“Jisung,” you finally call out in the dark.

He freezes and zeros in on your voice. Never in his life has he concentrated on something so hard.

“Jisung,” you say again. “Relax. You’re shaking.”

It is only then does he realize how violently he is trembling. He gulps and tries in vain to do as you say, but his body doesn’t listen, preparing for the worse.

“Goodness, Jisung!” Your laughter is the only thing that calms him down from his state. Or is it your hand that’s now on his cheek. 

“I feel the same about you too,” you at last admit.

“Y-- WHAT?”

“Did you seriously think I’d reject you? I’m literally tangled with you,” you point out.

Still, Jisung shakes his head. “I knew it. You’re just an illusion. This is all just a dream, and I’m going to wake up, and none of this is going to be true.”

You scoff humorously and pull his head down to press your lips against his. When you pull away, you ask, “How did that feel?”

“... Real…” he breathes.

A giggle escapes both of you, you first, as you lean in again.

“Happy birthday, Jisungie.”

~ ad.gold

[fullcravings]

Apple Ginger Crisp

What’s easier than an apple pie and every bit as delicious?  A warm apple crisp!   

Get the Recipe —>  Apple Ginger Crisp

#appledesserts #falldesserts #applecrisp #candiedginger 

Congratulations greysideshoes for having the winning submission September 13, 2020!

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[sasazo-375]

#朝食 ベーカリー晴さん オレンジクリーム 今日は朝から 久しぶりに右翼的な街宣車が多数 比較的集まりやすい土地柄ですが ホントだいぶな久しぶり感 何にしろ賑やか(笑) 憲法記念日とか天皇誕生日に多いけど しばらく無かったな～ 彼ら あのバスでコンビニさんに 静かに横付けして静かにお買い物します #20200913 #日曜日 #おはよう #朝ごはん #ベーカリー #パン屋さん #オレンジ #orange #曇り #morning #たまには #良い (ベーカリー晴) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFD9y7CFTY2/?igshid=1n5vtog6rttz5

[um0707]

決めた。大きな本棚を置いてくれるなら一緒に住むことにしよう。

2020/09/13/0:23

[aprincesadegales]

Retratos oficiais, sessões de fotos e afins: 168 / ∞

Em setembro de 2020, foram revelados, em uma exposição digital, os 100 retratos finalistas do projeto “Hold Still”, idealizado pela Kate em colaboração com a Galeria Nacional de Retratos (National Portrait Gallery), da qual Kate é patrona. As imagens estão expostas em conjunto com as histórias enviadas pelos seus autores descrevendo o momento em que as fotografias foram tiradas.

“Hold Still é um projeto comunitário ambicioso que tem o objetivo de criar um retrato coletivo e único do Reino Unido durante o lockdown. Convidamos pessoas de todas as idades a enviarem uma fotografia tirada durante as seis semanas entre maio e junho, com foco em três temas centrais - Cuidadorxs e Heróis/Heroínas, Seu Novo Normal e Atos de Gentileza. Mais de 31000 retratos foram submetidos de todo o país, de participantes de 4 a 75 anos de idade. Destes, 100 retratos foram selecionados por uma banca de jurados, que avaliou as emoções e experiências que as imagens transmitiam.” (x)

“Os 100 finalistas demonstram um registro único e muito íntimo desse período excepcional da nossa história. De festas de aniversário virtuais, arco-íris feitos a mão e aplausos coletivos a funcionárixs do Serviço Nacional de Saúde (NHS) à resiliência dxs trabalhadorxs essenciais e das pessoas lidando com doenças, isolamento e perda. As imagens carregam humor e luto, criatividade e gentileza, tragédia e esperança.”

Além da exposição digital, as fotografias foram exibidas em centenas de pôsteres e outdoors por diversos cantos do país, incluindo as cidades natais de vários dos participantes.

A banca de jurados foi composta pela Duquesa de Cambridge, pelo diretor da Galeria Nacional de Retratos (National Portrait Gallery) Nicholas Cullinan, pelo autor e locutor de rádio Lemn Sissay, pela Chief Nursing Officer for England (cargo mais alto do conselho de enfermagem do governo inglês) Ruth May e pela fotógrafa premiada Maryam Wahid.

[wordsofawarriorgoddess]

[zhannelann03]

[September 13, 2020] Eru's Instagram Updates: 1. "마지막 촬영 Goodbye 최준석." 2. "마지막 촬영날 채영이가 선물을.. 고마워^^ 🙏 도전해볼께!!" Last filming for “Man in a Veil”... Nooooo!!! Jun Seok-ssi!!!! I’m not yet ready for this!! I wanna see you more here... (Eru is only having a special appearance in the drama.)  Plus Eru received a gift from Chae Young-unnie on his last filming day... So sweet! Thank you, Unnie! You two have a great chemistry yet so powerful! No wonder why you are also trending these days haha. Gonna miss Jun Seok-Yoo Ra moments too, even if it’s just for a while!

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In Fair Verona︱Chapter 8

Synopsis: Jisung knows he is the Romeo to your Juliet. He could wax poetry about you all throughout rehearsal and even a little after. Except Hwang Hyunjin is the one playing Romeo in the school play, not him. Jisung is just another tech crew member that you don’t know, but he’s determined to win your heart... by any means necessary.

Warning: violent imagery

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: fem!reader x Jisung; fem!reader x Hyunjin

Prepare to be baited. Apologies in advance.

updates every Wednesday and Sunday @ 11 PM PST︱chapter list

A plague o’ both your houses! I am sped.

The weather matches his mood — cold, gray, sad. The rain suddenly came in between third and fourth period, and the hallways are still covered in watery footprints. People linger around after school, waiting for their rides or asking for them. He notices a few boys loaning their girlfriends their sweaters, and he desperately wishes he was one of them. Instead, he takes his textbook out from his locker and heads to the auditorium for rehearsal.

He drops off his belongings in the classroom, which is packed wall to wall. He has to nudge several people out of the way when his “Excuse me’s” aren’t heard. He doesn’t see you anywhere and assumes you’ve escaped to the dressing room, where it is sure to be less crowded. Hyunjin isn't around though, so maybe you’re with him.

He hopes not.

When rehearsal begins, you wait on stage right as usual. Your hair is damp, and you have Hyunjin’s jacket draped around your shoulders to prevent your costume from getting wet. You stand next to Hyunjin and talk about something excitedly. Jisung doesn’t let the soft looks from Hyunjin escape his notice. When you’re finally alone, he goes over to you.

“Didn’t you say you would give his sweater back?” he says, far more accusing than teasing. You jump a bit at his sharp tone, and he apologizes. “Sorry. Didn’t mean it like that.”

“Hey,” you cautiously greet. “Rough day?”

He nods. “The rain ruined my mood. Sunny days are much better.”

“I like the rain. I think it’s nice.” You absentmindedly ran your fingers across the drawstring of the hood, and he knows it’s not the weather that you only like.

“So, the sweater?”

The look of guilt is clear on your face. “I wore it to school, and then it started raining, so I decided to keep it for a little longer.”

Would you do the same if Jisung were the one to let you borrow his? He thinks he already knows the answer, but he pulls off his hoodie and holds out to you anyway.

“You can have mine.”

With no hesitation, you reply, “I couldn’t, but thank you for the offer.”

“Why not?” He wants to hear you say it. He prods you again. “Why not? Is there something wrong with mine? What’s wrong with mine?”

“Nothing!” you indignantly say. You look away and start fiddling with your earring. “I just—”

A red hot rage floods his system, and he thrusts his hoodie forward. “Then give Hyunjin’s sweater back and take mine!” he hisses.

You flinch and take a step back. “I wouldn’t be comfortable borrowing yours. I don’t know you well enough to feel okay with it.” The last part comes out in a whisper.

“No, I get it.” He forcibly tugs it over his head and runs a hand through his mussed up hair. “I get it. I get what you mean,” he repeats more calmly, though it’s more to convince himself than you.

You don’t look like you buy his act, but you slowly nod anyway. “I’m sorry if I offended you.”

“No no,” he shakily laughs. He pastes on a bright smile so wide that he’s afraid his face might crack. “I’m not hurt at all.”

You try to give him a smile back, but it wavers before disappearing altogether. “I gotta talk to Yuna,” you point to the girl playing Nurse. “Bye.”

Jisung goes over to Changbin, who looks like he’s having the time of his life working on math problems. “Hey, Changbin.”

“Hm?” he mumbles, not looking up.

“I’m gonna go to the restroom after the next blackout.”

“Okay.”

Until then, Jisung is stuck. You chat with Yuna, but even he can tell that you’re not into it. Your eyes occasionally wander to the general area where Jisung is. It’s not the shy, sneaking peeks he wishes they are though; they’re more like concerning, “he’s not going to hurt me, right?” glances. He wants to apologize, but what does he apologize for? For scaring you? For being rude? For falling in love with you when you don’t care? All of the above?

He finds himself walking back to you. He robotically taps your shoulder while you’re in the middle of a sentence, and you jump.

“Can we talk?” he says.

You look at Yuna, who retreats a short distance away. You face Jisung and stand directly in front of him. Your voice trembles when you say, “I have to be on stage soon. What did you want to talk about?”

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he blurts out. “I didn’t mean any of that. That wasn’t me back there, and I didn’t mean—”

The lights go out, and Jisung loudly swears as he remembers that he has to help set up. He rushes on stage with Changbin and haphazardly aligns the set pieces. Then he makes his way back to finish his apology. To his misfortune, Hyunjin beat him to you and is asking about his performance in the earlier scene.

“Y/N,” Jisung calls. When you’re looking back at him with a deer-in-the-headlights expression, he continues with, “I’m sorry, and I didn’t mean to hurt you with any of that.”

You tightly reply, “It’s fine,” and end it there. Jisung opens his mouth to protest, but you clearly don’t want to continue the short lived chat.

In a more relaxed tone, you say to Hyunjin, “See you at dinner?” You shrug off his jacket and hand it to him. Jisung doesn’t miss the way his fingers “accidentally” brush against yours. Without waiting for an answer, you stride onto stage, your still damp hair hanging down your back.

Hyunjin has a dopey grin on his face, and he clutches his own sweater like he’s holding the only life preserver on a sinking boat. Jisung wants to smack him until he sees stars, but he heads to the restroom like he told Changbin he would.

There’s someone inside, and Jisung has to wash his hands until they’re scrubbed raw before the person leaves. Once he hears the door swing shut and Jisung’s certain he’s far away, he lets loose a scream worthy of a horror film. It echoes against the tiled floors and walls, and he unleashes a string of curses after. His throat feels like it’s been cut with knives, and he pants as he rests his palms against the edge of the sink.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

This is all your fault.

She’s supposed to be mine.

I hope you get run over by a semi truck.

I hope the lights fall from the batons and land on your head.

I hope your heart stops.

I hope you die.

Jisung stays in the restroom for a while longer to pull himself together. He waits until his breathing returns to a more normal rate and until he stops trembling. He wants to shatter the mirror into a million pieces, so he clasps his hands together. In another lifetime, it would have been your hand in his.

But Hwang Hyunjin had to exist in this one.

He heads back to the auditorium, taking careful steps in front of him. He doesn’t want to be around anyone, so he tucks himself into the corner of the stage next to the fly rail. The person manning the fly rail looks surprised at the sudden intrusion, but Jisung ignores it. At least he can’t see the front of the stage where the actors are anymore.

When dinner rolls around, Jisung is unfortunately forced to eat inside the classroom since he has no more money for convenience store food. You and Hyunjin share a table together with two other actors, while Jisung sits with Seungmin, who also brought his own dinner. Seungmin makes small talk, and Jisung gives one word replies. He’s too busy trying to eavesdrop on your conversation and watching you from the corner of his eye. Your back faces him, so he can only see the movement of your head. He bitterly notes that you’re wearing Hyunjin’s jacket now and that you’re laughing at his lame attempts at jokes.

“You’re not hungry yet?” Seungmin asks as he gestures to Jisung’s untouched but fully cooked ramen.

Jisung glances down and picks up his disposable chopsticks. “Oh, I forgot.”

“You okay? Changbin mentioned that you were kind of out of it today.”

“It’s the rain. I hate rain.” He eats a mouthful of noodles and angrily chews on it. “It is awful, and it makes everything wet and gloomy, and it always makes me freaking mad for no reason. Screw. The. Rain.”

Seungmin laughs at what he thinks is Jisung being overdramatic. “Alright, I got it. The rain is evil, and you hate it.”

“Exactly.”

You gasp at something on your phone and excitedly tap on Hyunjin’s arm. A splotch of pink blooms on Hyunjin’s face, and he looks at your screen. He congratulates you for getting an A on your exam and offers to take you out to FroYoZen to celebrate.

“It’s too cold for that, “ you goodnaturedly say. You tilt your head in his direction and look up at him. “Maybe when the weather clears up.”

Jisung grips his wooden utensils and continually shovels ramen into his mouth. Would it be odd if he suddenly snapped his chopsticks in half? How can you betray him twice by getting yogurt with Hyunjin? The first time he can forgive since that was a task for the play, but frozen yogurt is supposed to be his thing with you.

Meanwhile, Hyunjin looks pleased with his situation, and your conversation switches to a debate about frozen yogurt versus ice cream. Jisung almost chokes on his meal when he learns that you and Hyunjin shared your yogurts together last time.

“Jisung? You okay?”

Jisung’s cheeks are stuffed like a squirrel’s, and he’s breathing hard. He’s finally aware of how absurd he looks and the concern on Seungmin’s face. He chews and chews until he’s able to swallow.

“I thought you were choking,” Seungmin sighs in relief. “Thank goodness you’re okay.”

Is he really though?

The rest of rehearsal is hazy, and Jisung can only remember the stabbing in his heart when you and Hyunjin stage kiss. He can’t see it since he’s tucked in his little corner, but he knows the lines leading up to both kisses like the back of his hand. It hurts, and the invisible knife cuts deeper and deeper.

During tech notes, Jisung gets lightly chastised for taking bathroom breaks so often during performances, but everyone overall seems pleased with his efforts. There’s a reminder from the tech director that the preview for the play is tomorrow after school and to wear all black.

“When do we get our shirts?” Felix asks.

Ah, yes. The cast and crew shirt that Jisung paid for because he had no real choice and because he wanted to share one article of clothing with you. If he’s lucky, you and him will wear the shirts on the same day, and it will almost be like a couple’s matching outfit.

“They should be here by tomorrow, but come in all black anyway.”

“Do we get a refund if they don’t come in time?” the freshman jokingly says.

There’s a bit of a laugh from Mr. Gi. Then he deadpans, “No.”

After they repaint and respike the stage floor, the tech crew is dismissed for the night, and Jisung goes to the green room for his belongings. You’re still receiving extra notes from the director, so he mills around outside, waiting for you to come out. He wants to apologize again for his outburst earlier since he knows you didn’t truly accept his previous apology. He needs you to know that he still loves you.

As actors start filing out, Jisung pretends to be immensely interested in the tech crew lists for all the upcoming shows. You come out of the classroom with your books clutched to your chest and Hyunjin on your heels. Jisung mouths a curse.

“Hey, Y/N?” he says.

You stop, and your shoulders are beginning to rise. You can’t even look at him; your eyes are directed at the yellow wall behind him. The deer-in-the-headlights expression is back, and Hyunjin takes notice.

“Sorry, we gotta go,” he cuts in. He wraps a protective arm around you, and while you initially jump at the gesture, you eventually sink into him.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” he snaps. “I just need one minute with Y/N.” To you, he pleads, “Please.”

“I have to go, Jisung. Maybe tomorrow,” you quietly answer.

Hyunjin leads you away, shooting him a warning glare. Jisung glowers back, but Hyunjin’s not looking anymore since he’s whispering something to you. You shake your head, and Jisung can make out the words, “Everything’s fine.” The door to the parking lot shuts with a heavy thud, and Jisung stops wishing death upon Hyunjin to run out to follow you.

It’s raining hard, and he can just make out your silhouettes from the car headlight beams. He pulls his hood over his head and strides toward the two of you. Hyunjin poorly shields you from the rain with his jacket while you duck under the trees to avoid getting your books wet. To Jisung’s astonishment, you don’t leave Hyunjin’s side at all. He freezes in his tracks as he sees you getting into the passenger seat of a car he doesn’t recognize. Hyunjin walks around and gets into the driver’s seat.

What. On. Earth.

The car pulls out of the parking lot, and Jisung is left standing in the middle of the drop off zone. A car honks at him, and he loudly swears at them, earning looks from the group of people nearby. He shouts at them to mind their own business before stomping to his car. As he drives home, there’s a clap of thunder, and a flash of lightning follows soon after.

The weather matches his mood — cold, gray, stormy.

~ ad.gray

A/N: Happy birthday to Han and Felix! 

[hoantoanvodanh]

2020.09.13

Lại là một ngày 13. Nếu những ngày như này nói chuyện với ông R, dễ chừng có đến 50% ổng sẽ đòi quà sinh nhật từ mình. =)) Lý do thì biết rồi đấy, “ngày 13 tháng nào cũng là sinh nhật anh, một năm anh có 12 cái sinh nhật” :v

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Mình lên kế hoạch để đọc sách. Thay vì dồn hết lượng dịch vào một ngày/ tuần thì mình chỉ dịch cỡ 1/2 chương/ ngày, hoặc chừng đâu 1000-2000 chữ. Tùy hứng thôi. Mình cần đọc thêm sách. Nghĩ đến những cuốn sách đang đợi chờ trên giá, mình nhận ra dễ chừng là cả hai ba năm nay, số lượng sách mình đọc chắc chỉ đếm loanh quanh hết (hoặc gần hết) mười ngón tay. Mình muốn hoàn thành hết những cuốn đang dang dở, rồi đọc sang cuốn mới. Tiếc là, khi mình có cơ hội để thảo luận về những cuốn sách với ông R thì mình lại không đọc. Giờ đọc rồi, cũng chỉ để tự cảm nhận lấy mà thôi.

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Hôm rồi, mình ra Nhã Nam ngồi. Thích không khí ở Nhã Nam hơn rất rất rất nhiều so với Fahasa. Có lẽ bởi cách bày trí, hoặc chính xác hơn, là ở cái “chất” của cửa hàng.

Nhã Nam yên tĩnh hơn, đó là điều mình thích.

Mình đã nghĩ, có lẽ mình sẽ cắm cọc ở đó cả ngày :)))) Rồi lần sau tới, người ta có đuổi mình đi không nhờ?

Dù sao thì, mình lên được một list các cuốn muốn mua (lúc nào cũng là mua, chớ không phải đọc :”<). Đa số là tác phẩm dành cho thiếu nhi. Mình thích cái cảm giác dễ chịu khi đọc chúng.

Tự nhiên lại sâu sắc cảm nhận được, bản thân mình có gu đọc dễ dãi thật.

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Hôm rồi, thấy Fuon đăng status về tâm trạng stress của nó. Lúc mình coi được bài đã là trưa/ chiều ngày hôm sau.

Mình không có thói quen an ủi những người thân thiết. Mình cũng không có ý định an ủi nó. Chỉ là đột nhiên muốn gọi điện cho nó mà thôi. Thế là gọi.

Hai đứa nói chuyện vài phút, rồi chốt làm cái hẹn nhóm bữa nào đó. Vẻ như năm nay mình sẽ không sang bên kia được, mọi điều đã trong dự liệu, tuy rằng hơi hụt hẫng, phần vì không được sang, phần vì phải bắt đầu lại chương trình ĐH từ đầu, nhưng mình vẫn cố gắng để nghĩ đến những điều lạc quan nhất. Không phải vì mình là đứa lạc quan, chỉ là vì mình đã có cái thói quen như vậy, vì đã có người, khiến mình biết được sự dịu dàng và ấm áp của hy vọng, chỉ vậy thôi.

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