Wednesday, 25 August 2010
Monday, 23 August 2010
Sunday, 22 August 2010
He died, last year, when i've just discovered about him today~ :((
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/03/nyregion/03ades.html?_r=2
I don't care what media says but he looked interesting~
remember to read e comments as well :P
I don't care what media says but he looked interesting~
Saturday, 21 August 2010
Bông Hậu
Nói thật chứ không phải đùa à nha~ Gì chứ ảnh chụp các thí sinh thi Hoa hậu xấu chết bỏ, make up thì mỗi lúc một khác. Nhìn 4-5 ảnh chụp một người thôi mà lắm lúc nhận hok cóa ra.
Friday, 20 August 2010
Cho và nhận
Không biết cho thế nào là đủ
Không biết nhận thế nào cho vừa.
Khi mà cho và nhận kết dính bằng tiền,
thì một bịch cam chả là cái thá gì.
Như ăn xin sẽ kêu,
Đừng cho tôi thức ăn,
Hãy cho tôi tiền.
Kẻ nhận trách kẻ cho vô cảm, keo kiệt.
Kẻ cho trách người nhận tham lam, so đo.
Rồi thì hai bên cãi nhau, chửi nhau,
Kẻ ăn lợi rung đùi là kẻ phát tiền lương cho mấy vị đó ạ.
Người giàu keo, nghèo cũng keo.
Trách sao chả ai giàu tấm lòng.
Kẻ bảo cho tiền đây tôi đối tốt,
Người chê chả ra gì mà boa làm chi?
Đúng là lòng tốt cũng mua được.
Chửi nhau ki bo không đáng sống.
Ai chả phải làm để sống?
Đều là người làm thuê mà sao tính toán.
Đúng là THẦN KINH!
NGU MÀ BÀY ĐẶT NGUY HIỂM. VÃI~
Không biết nhận thế nào cho vừa.
Khi mà cho và nhận kết dính bằng tiền,
thì một bịch cam chả là cái thá gì.
Như ăn xin sẽ kêu,
Đừng cho tôi thức ăn,
Hãy cho tôi tiền.
Kẻ nhận trách kẻ cho vô cảm, keo kiệt.
Kẻ cho trách người nhận tham lam, so đo.
Rồi thì hai bên cãi nhau, chửi nhau,
Kẻ ăn lợi rung đùi là kẻ phát tiền lương cho mấy vị đó ạ.
Người giàu keo, nghèo cũng keo.
Trách sao chả ai giàu tấm lòng.
Kẻ bảo cho tiền đây tôi đối tốt,
Người chê chả ra gì mà boa làm chi?
Đúng là lòng tốt cũng mua được.
Chửi nhau ki bo không đáng sống.
Ai chả phải làm để sống?
Đều là người làm thuê mà sao tính toán.
Đúng là THẦN KINH!
NGU MÀ BÀY ĐẶT NGUY HIỂM. VÃI~
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Yesterday was an interesting day~
Yeah~ yesterday =))
It was not something big, during the consultation i was reminded of what i have wondered about why i keep come visit my favorite fortune-teller and why my dad like to buy lottery.
Since my dad was young until now, he likes to buy lottery, in the past, one ticket was ard 5000vnd (not a big deal comparing to sgd); now the price gets higher, 10,000vnd for one, but he's still buying, ard 5 tickets once. My mom told me sometimes his sixth sense tells him which ticket is gonna win, not much money but i guess it's exciting to see whether his prediction is correct. Of course he chooses b4 buying, looking for the serial number he wants and be able to remember it (i don't have that good memory to remember any number >.<) Some of my relatives really won big money by lottery, good for them :D My mom says it's not the money we gain so we don't have to regret or be sad. However, instead of buying lottery like him, i buy my time (ard 15-30min?) with a fortune-teller. I can say she knows me since i was born and i've only met her for 3 years. I don't hope to hear my future foretold, it's not fun at all hahah but i like to talk to her. I like to see how she predicts my near future with her cards, i like to see how she changes her method everytime i come, i like it when she reminds me things i might have unnoticed, things in my near future that i will notice carefully when it comes - but i don't really remember those things, lol - but it'll be funnier when it actually comes. There are things might not gonna happen but it's not a big deal, i don't really hope/looking for everything will go smoothly the way my life is predicted. I want to see how if I choose the way things go when i act differently (or ruin it, lol) I want to listen to her story, the people she has met, those lives i'm not living in. That she's like me at one point, that although she is a fortune-teller, we don't give a sh*t about the foretold future, que sera sera :D But, i care about any prediction about my health, hahah~ There is another fortune-teller, his prediction is said to be much more exact, he will even tell u when u r gonna die~ >.<~ i don't want to hear about my deathhhhhh!!!! i'm not that optimistic to know to much about my death >>>.<<<
i don't like buying lottery bcuz i know i'm not gonna win anything =)) i never win (almost) any lucky game in my life, though sometimes i can sense my luck, but if i win, wat i'll think of is 'yay, i sense it right~!!' LOL
It was not something big, during the consultation i was reminded of what i have wondered about why i keep come visit my favorite fortune-teller and why my dad like to buy lottery.
Since my dad was young until now, he likes to buy lottery, in the past, one ticket was ard 5000vnd (not a big deal comparing to sgd); now the price gets higher, 10,000vnd for one, but he's still buying, ard 5 tickets once. My mom told me sometimes his sixth sense tells him which ticket is gonna win, not much money but i guess it's exciting to see whether his prediction is correct. Of course he chooses b4 buying, looking for the serial number he wants and be able to remember it (i don't have that good memory to remember any number >.<) Some of my relatives really won big money by lottery, good for them :D My mom says it's not the money we gain so we don't have to regret or be sad. However, instead of buying lottery like him, i buy my time (ard 15-30min?) with a fortune-teller. I can say she knows me since i was born and i've only met her for 3 years. I don't hope to hear my future foretold, it's not fun at all hahah but i like to talk to her. I like to see how she predicts my near future with her cards, i like to see how she changes her method everytime i come, i like it when she reminds me things i might have unnoticed, things in my near future that i will notice carefully when it comes - but i don't really remember those things, lol - but it'll be funnier when it actually comes. There are things might not gonna happen but it's not a big deal, i don't really hope/looking for everything will go smoothly the way my life is predicted. I want to see how if I choose the way things go when i act differently (or ruin it, lol) I want to listen to her story, the people she has met, those lives i'm not living in. That she's like me at one point, that although she is a fortune-teller, we don't give a sh*t about the foretold future, que sera sera :D But, i care about any prediction about my health, hahah~ There is another fortune-teller, his prediction is said to be much more exact, he will even tell u when u r gonna die~ >.<~ i don't want to hear about my deathhhhhh!!!! i'm not that optimistic to know to much about my death >>>.<<<
i don't like buying lottery bcuz i know i'm not gonna win anything =)) i never win (almost) any lucky game in my life, though sometimes i can sense my luck, but if i win, wat i'll think of is 'yay, i sense it right~!!' LOL
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
Monday, 16 August 2010
Saturday, 14 August 2010
Friday, 13 August 2010
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
I miss FMA :'((((((
Instrumental verson:
(Ed's verse)
How can I repay you brother mine?
How can I expect you to forgive?
Clinging to the past I shed our blood,
and shattered your chance to live.
Though I knew the laws I paid no heed.
How can I return your wasted breath?
What I did not know has cost you dear,
For there is no cure for death.
(Ed's chorus)
Beautiful mother, soft and sweet
Once you were gone we were not complete.
Back through the years we reached for you.
Alas, twas not ment to be.
And how can I make amends,
for all that I took from you?
I lead you with hopeless dreams.
My brother I was a fool.
(Al's verse)
Don't cry for the past now brother mine,
Neither you nor I are free from blame.
Nothing can erase the things we did,
For the path we took was the same.
(Al's chorus)
Beautiful mother, soft and sweet
Once you were gone we were not complete.
Back through the years we reached for you.
Alas, twas not ment to be.
My dreams made me blind and mute,
I longed to return to that time,
I followed without a word.
My brother the fault is mine.
(both)
So where do we go from here?
And how to forget and forgive?
What's gone is forever lost.
Now all we can do is live.
Thursday, 5 August 2010
Left-handed
My mom is a left-handed person. But her teacher would hit her hands whenever she saw her writing with her left hand. So she becomes a left-handed person but writing with her right hand. She uses chopstick with her left hand (guess my grandparents did not hit her when she did so :D), every time I sit next to her left side, her chopstick pokes my face.
When I was young and starting to learn how to write, my mom wanted me to have good handwriting so she trained me by telling me to copy texts from magazines and newspaper. Well although the fonts are all the same but somehow my handwriting is not bad. The result was different from my cousin who had the same process like me. Her handwriting turned out to be really neat and rigid. My handwriting changes ever year and now since i no longer write much anymore, i become lazy to write and my handwriting is hard to read. But my mom never force my sister to have good handwriting.. because it's not a matter to her anymore.. None of us is left-handed. I tried to be once, and never made it to the end :D
When I was young and starting to learn how to write, my mom wanted me to have good handwriting so she trained me by telling me to copy texts from magazines and newspaper. Well although the fonts are all the same but somehow my handwriting is not bad. The result was different from my cousin who had the same process like me. Her handwriting turned out to be really neat and rigid. My handwriting changes ever year and now since i no longer write much anymore, i become lazy to write and my handwriting is hard to read. But my mom never force my sister to have good handwriting.. because it's not a matter to her anymore.. None of us is left-handed. I tried to be once, and never made it to the end :D
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
FIGHTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!
fighting scene - one environment only - 2 characters. (one tall/thin one fat/short? => so will create 2 different trees' shapes)
their need is practical but also illusional.
2 men. very thirsty. in a desert. run out of water. they need water (of course :)). they saw each other but the other's image is a coconut tree.
hallucination.
they tried to climb on the tree but keep falling (of course). bcuz the other will push them down.
in their hallucinatioin. they are surrounded by other plants who tried to pull hiim down (of course its the other person)
supposed to be funny scenes (even will be some misunderstanding images.. i mean may look ..wrong.. ) when cut back and forth between hallucination and reality (climbing onto each other - like kids - standing)
one manage push the 'tree' down and.. dont know yet.. =))
..the two faint. too exhausted. of course. fainting in a desert is super dangerous ==> they die. =))))))
nah~.. so lame (is it?)
then.. magical happens (driven by ME - of course - i'm the writer and they are both fainted ~> too logic to be true =))), kiddin')
[since i don't have the moral behind yet - this is for fun, hahah.. i'm quite relaxing for making a story as simple as this]
Now is how to make an ending for this... che.p~
- should magical happens (like a stranger - well, they are all strangers :D - on a camel passes by them and rescue them?)
- should let them die. end e film. make a really sad one. :'((
- let one of them survive. how?
~ then, i have to go back from the beginning. who are the two men?
let say.. they are two escaped prisoner who thought they could make thru the desert to a happily ever after land (kiddin') :P if so.. maybe the ending will be easier if they are captured back when both are fainted. :D
dont know how to solve their problem yet but at least this wat i can think so far for the theme 'fighting' =))
but this is not my major prj ~ for fun only
their need is practical but also illusional.
2 men. very thirsty. in a desert. run out of water. they need water (of course :)). they saw each other but the other's image is a coconut tree.
hallucination.
they tried to climb on the tree but keep falling (of course). bcuz the other will push them down.
in their hallucinatioin. they are surrounded by other plants who tried to pull hiim down (of course its the other person)
supposed to be funny scenes (even will be some misunderstanding images.. i mean may look ..wrong.. ) when cut back and forth between hallucination and reality (climbing onto each other - like kids - standing)
one manage push the 'tree' down and.. dont know yet.. =))
..the two faint. too exhausted. of course. fainting in a desert is super dangerous ==> they die. =))))))
nah~.. so lame (is it?)
then.. magical happens (driven by ME - of course - i'm the writer and they are both fainted ~> too logic to be true =))), kiddin')
[since i don't have the moral behind yet - this is for fun, hahah.. i'm quite relaxing for making a story as simple as this]
Now is how to make an ending for this... che.p~
- should magical happens (like a stranger - well, they are all strangers :D - on a camel passes by them and rescue them?)
- should let them die. end e film. make a really sad one. :'((
- let one of them survive. how?
~ then, i have to go back from the beginning. who are the two men?
let say.. they are two escaped prisoner who thought they could make thru the desert to a happily ever after land (kiddin') :P if so.. maybe the ending will be easier if they are captured back when both are fainted. :D
dont know how to solve their problem yet but at least this wat i can think so far for the theme 'fighting' =))
but this is not my major prj ~ for fun only
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