Exercise

I must exercise, eat less.

Anyway, I must work harder, study harder, and always find things to make myself busy!

Life's been good so far!

Thanks!

Sunday

Tomorrow is a Monday! Woo hoo!

My writing is deteriorating. I must practice again!

Hush Little Homo

Hush, Little Homo, Don't You Cry
Mandy's Gonna Steal You A Prada Tie

From Ugly Betty 3x02

3

Britney's New Song is annoying as hell!

Headache

I've thought long and hard about this, and this is my final decision:

I'll drop my maths class on Nov 20.

That'll help me keep my financial aid, maintain a perfect GPA, and keep my health insurance.

The downside? There's no real downside. I just have to suffer with maths until that day.

The decision is final.

And... out!

artistic that moves me

I swear my eyes were welling up with tears just at the last sequences of Desperate Housewife on Oct 4 closed.

The panning, angles, and focus of the camera was the most beautiful and moving thing I've ever seen, coupled with the underlined narrative of the story line. Just striking and moving.

Who ever framed that scene, whoever the camera man is should be given a BIG raise!

And... out!

Saturday Night Live October 3

Is LEGEND-

wait for it

-DARY

So it was hosted by Ryan Reynolds. After a while Scarlett Johannson showed up in a sketch. After that Lady Gaga showed up, along side with -

wait for it

- MADONNA

My favorite line from Madonna: "What the hell is a disco stick?"

After that, Elijah Wood appeared in a short clip. I couldn't pinpoint his name right away cos he really looks like Daniel Radcliffe. Took me a while.

The whole show was great.

Gaga did 2 performances:

1) Paparazzi: it had a Moulin Rouge - burlesque theme - with a slight hint of Arabian/Indian beats. TOTALLY catchy. Hot!

2) Lovegame - Bad Romance - Pokerface medley: I really love the Pokerface musical monologue part. It's quite heartfelt and moving. I love the line "I was a waitress in [somewhere] but now I'm living my dream."

I just love Lady Gaga.

She has a really good voice too. She really can sing. It takes some powerful vocal chords to perform her songs live.

And out!

You are like music to me.

I'm like a moth to your flames.

I can't believe it.

Noo

Well, you shouldn't read the title as a long "No".

"Noo" is actually the stage name of this Vietnamese singer.

I'm quite impressed with this music video.

It's quite good, despite being minimal. It has a great concept, nice execution and really good lighting. Much better than the usual Viet crappy music clips that are so so so widespread nowadays.

By the way, this guy has got to be gay!

Exercise Plan for time wasting sites

You know how facebook, twitter, blah blah blah really waste your time.

How about punishing yourself with some fun exercise every time you visit those sites. They are really simple and effective! Haha.

Here's the website with that simple concept!

http://www.patrickmoberg.com/workoutplan/

Joseph Fiennes

It's nearly 3 am and I'm watching a bunch of shows.

1) Megan Fox's SNL. Hella boring. She's not very funny. Even Kristin Wiig is not very funny. Lorne Michael is gonna fire somebody tonight. SNL, Bring JUSTIN Timberlake back. Please.

2) Eastwick. I watch it because of Rebecca Romjn. Period.

3) Smallville newest episode of newest season. Kinda boring. Bring me back Krintin Kreuk and Michael Rosenbaum.

4) America's Next Top Model Season 1. It's surprisingly good.

5) Flashforward. My first expression was: "OH MY GOODNESS, SHAKESPEARE!" Ok so the guy who played the lead was in "Shakespeare in love" - Joseph Fiennes. I also seeing an Asian man in there too, John Cho. American TVs should employ more Asian actors. But no more Hiro from Heroes please.

Somebody should hire me. I don't know why they should. But I'm just bored.

Haha. When I wake up, I'm gonna study maths. For 12 hours straight.

Bless me!

=]

bad movie

"Another Cinderella Story" is a seriously BAD movie. It's so vapid. It's so lame.

sleepy sleepy sleepyyyy

heyyyyy world!

I don't think anyone read this blog any more. So it seems like I'm monologuing.

Anyway, that's what I've been doing lately. I don't think anyone have the answers to my problems, I can't talk to anyone about that either. So I talk to myself. I hope I don't appear too crazy.

Saturday night I wanted to kill myself. But unlike those times in the past, now I could think clearly. The voice that called out to me "stop" was really apparent. I could still think clearly in times of crisis nowadays. That's a good thing. I don't think I'll ever die due to suicide thoughts. I'm so much better and stronger. I'm letting go of other stupid things and live for myself, as it should always be.

Life is both a mess and a bless for me nowadays. I'm leaning towards "a bless". It's sad that I can't connect my life to that of others around me, with their girlfriends and family and kids and conquers. I have none of that. But I definitely have other things that they won't have in a million years. I have freedom. I have time for myself. I have a way of thinking that seems to be unusual and I celebrate that. I think being different is a curse, but I still find some blessing in it cos if I were the same as them, I think I would be awfully boring.

Take me right now. I'm in the library, with a macbook, e71, microsoft mouse, maths textbook but I'm listening to BYU Vocal Point and blogging and not touching my textbook, at all. In this library there is no one doing the same thing as me. And they are all doing the same thing. I'm so sleepy right now.

Emmy on Sunday wasn't that bad. I think the star of the show was the technology. The moving screens were really spectacular and streamlined and elegant. I'm fond of Neil Patrick Harris but I think he did quite a terrible job. He obviously tried really hard but it was a tad too much. He wasn't that funny, he was Just A Host. Unlike Ellen a few years ago, she was so phenomenal. AND YESH KRISTIN CHENOWETH WAS THE FIRST ONE TO COME ON STAGE AND RECEIVE AN AWARD. I liked the look of Neil when he first came out but when the camera panned down to the suit he was wearing, I was slightly annoyed. Neil is always great in suit but the cut of his white blazer is WAY too long. It just feels oversized. It was so NOT proportional. Everyone should learn how to wear a suit from Justin Timberlake. And why didn't Tina win anything. And I think America must take another look at Kristin Wiig and Amy Poehler. I think they are even more funny than Tina Fey. Tina is funny and SUPER SUPER SUPER smart in her writings and story lines but when it comes to delivering it, Amy and Kristin are the real experts. Amy can twist a line into something SO hysterically funny you will cry your eyes out laughing. And Kristin is such a chameleon, a crazy woman always cracks me up. Kristin is also beautiful.

SO SLEEPY now.

And... I'm out!

British

Today was so crazy at work. A spot was laid off, I was kept, and I had to work extra hard. It was exhausting.

Anyway, I was proud of myself cos I pumped my own tires today. I always feel like I'm not a handy man but I actually am. It didn't feel that bad getting greasy hands and sweating all over. I am actually useful. haha. The four wheels of my car are properly inflated now. Yay.

And about the title of this post, it's about this:

The singing is okay. But I just want to be superficial for once. This guy's face is kind of unreal. It looks plastic, it looks as if he were a doll. Proportions are great. Blue eyes.

Why don't I have that face? Or at least why can't I look like that.

This is just a superficial post.

And... out!

I saw a celebrity

I just had unagi don, a dish that I haven't had in nearly 5 years. It's so good.

Anyway, I'm supposed to work from 11.30 am to 9 pm. But I got bored. I asked a co-worker to cover for me from 3.30 to 6.00 pm so that I can have a break during that time. She was like, "omg you are going out with a girl!" And I was like, yah right! Me? With a girl? At 3.30 pm in the afternoon? Yah right! I am being sarcastic. As you can tell.

Anyway, I went to a sushi place and had my yummy unagi Don. I love how the japs name their dishes, there are so many Dons: donburi, ten don, chicken katsu don, tonkatsu don,... Obviously, Japs love Dons. Ok, yawn, who cares.

After the meal, I went to the library to surf web, and write this blog post right now.

This is the kind of post that just tells you the mundane things that happened to me.



OH MY GOD JOSH GROBAN JUST WALKED BY ME!




Ok that's not true. But I am so bored, so I typed that. HAHAH!

Nothing else to write about!
And... out!

Parks and Recreation premiere

Parks and Recreation is SOOOO funny. Amy Poehler is a genius, her comedic timing is extremely great.

Anyway, this scene cracked me up:

The girl: This is my boyfriend Derek; and this is Derek's boyfriend, Ben.

Leslie: hey, wait, sorry what's this situation?

The girl: what do you mean?

Leslie: How does this work?

The girl: Derek is gay but he's straight for me and he's gay for Ben and Ben is really gay for Derek, and I hate Ben.

It's so funny.

and... out!

a post that cannot be named, chuyện gì đâu không biết đặt tựa là gì

Hồi chiều học Music Appreciation, tự nhiên nhớ về hồi nhỏ. Hai thứ đó chẳng có liên quan gì, nhưng tự nhiên nhớ.

Không thích xài chữ "tôi", nhưng mà xài chữ "tôi" trong câu chuyện này có vẻ hợp hơn.

Nhiều người xa nhà hay bắt đầu viết về những con người thân quen, hương vị quê nhà, hay những cảnh vật mà họ nhớ. Câu chuyện của họ thường bắt đầu bằng cái mùi khói thức ăn bốc lên mỗi buổi sáng, đánh thức, chào đón họ một ngày mới. Hay là cái con đường làng dài và hẹp trong truyện Thanh Tịnh vào ngày đầu tiên đi học. Sắc trời cuối thu, cánh cò, hay hình ảnh nón lá trên cánh đồng... Nhiều lắm. Chỉ một chút nhớ nổi lên thôi là họ như sống lại cả một tuổi thơ, trải ra cả một hình ảnh Việt thật đẹp, đọc rất là hay.

Còn tôi, tôi thèm được như họ, có thể visualize nguyên một bức tranh sống động mang đậm chất Việt, dù chỉ trong một chốc lát. Nhưng tôi không nhớ được những hình ảnh ruộng đồng hay mùi bún riêu cua hay những hình ảnh thật Việt khác.

Tại vì tôi khác người.

Hồi nhỏ tôi không thích về quê. Tại sợ dơ. I know, what a brat right! Tôi chẳng tự hào gì về điều đó. Cái sự sợ dơ của tôi nó rất extreme. Lúc mới học cấp 1, cứ mỗi 10 phút là hỏi: "Ê cậu, cậu thấy cái áo tớ có dơ không cậu?" Chính xác là cái lưng áo. Chẳng hiểu sao. Thế mà nguyên năm cấp 1 có 2 ngày cái áo bị dơ:

Ngày 1) Ngày hôm ấy, dựa tường, dính cái tương đen của thằng nào con nào nó ăn cá viên chiên nó trét lên. Thật là gớm. Giờ tin học quay qua bên phải hỏi thằng Phi Hùng: "Cậu thấy áo tớ có bớt dơ chưa?" Rồi sau đó cứ 10 phút hỏi lại câu đó. Hình như tôi cũng có quay sang bên trái hỏi đứa nào đó, nhưng không nhớ ra đứa đó là ai. Hình như đây là năm lớp 3.

Ngày 2) Năm lớp 5. Cái thằng ngồi bên trái nó làm áo mình dính mực. Mình nổi điên tới trưa. Tới chiều hết dám nổi điên.

Thế là xong cấp một.

Hình ảnh Việt không nhớ được nhiều. Tại ít về quê. Mỗi lần về tới quê là vừa đặt đít ngồi xuống là lo phủi phủi, thổi thổi, dơ tay ra coi đồng hồ (hồi ở Việt Nam lúc nào cũng mang đồng hồ, riết nó bị oxy hóa thấy gớm). Mong rằng trời ạ, đừng bắt con đi toi lét. Đếm từng giây từng phút lên Sài Gòn lại.

Điều đó chẳng có gì đáng tự hào. Đáng trách lắm. Nhưng mà tôi là vậy. Tôi chẳng hiểu sao.

Nhà tôi nghèo. Suy ra tôi nghèo. Nhưng mà tôi sợ dơ. Tại tôi chảnh (người ta hay nói vậy).

I forget the point of my story. The point is. Lên cấp 2, ngày đầu tiên đi học, thấy một bạn thật đẹp. Đẹp chưa từng thấy. Tới nỗi cô Văn cuối năm viết cho bài thơ "Học sinh" của Huy Cận để răn đe.

Giờ chẳng nhớ chuyện đó là gì. Chỉ nhớ rằng lên cấp 2, biết nói mày tao. Hư hỏng lắm...

Tôi chẳng thấy tôi có gì đáng tự hào.

Lên cấp 3, đủ chuyện xảy ra. Tá túc nước khác. Một quốc gia khá là perfect. Too perfect.
Thiên đường ăn uống, thiên đường shopping, nhưng mà cái syllabus quá điên. Tự nhiên bắt học Economics. And Calculus. Điên điên điên.

Người như tôi mà nhét số liệu, demand and supply, macroeconomics, integration, oblique, ellipsis, irrational numbers, "unreal" numbers or some similar kind of bullshit, integration, differentiation, implicit, derivatives, logarithmic differentiation, extrema on an interval, concavity... thì chịu sao được. Nhìn là phát "đưng", xỉu tại chỗ, múa lửa liền.

Nhưng mà giờ thì hiểu toán rồi. He he.

Bây giờ tôi hổng biết tôi cấp mấy. Học college. Gọi là cao đẳng đại.

Học giờ đỡ mệt, ngoài lớp toán có lớp English 1B học Văn cũng hay, thêm vào đó có lớp Music Appreciation khá là tuyệt vời. Một lớp học về lịch sử âm nhạc.

Âm nhạc chảy từ quá khứ đến hiện tại. Như một giọt nước nhỏ trong khe, len lỏi từ từ thành một dòng suối nhỏ rồi chảy ồ ạt như một ngọc thác, rót vào mặt nước biển bao la. Âm nhạc hình thành từ những bản thánh ca Sacred Latin text thời trung cổ, thêm giai điệu lặp, thêm bè vào thời Renaissance; thêm bộ dây vào thời Baroque, cái thời thấy sự ra đời của nhà soạn nhạc vĩ đại Bach, rồi sự ra đời của cantana and opera and oratorio; lên tới thời Opera thịnh hành, Romantic Period có nguyên một dàn giao hưởng đủ bộ strings, woodwinds, brass, sau đó thêm bộ trống vào giai đoạn sau, tới nay...

nhạc thời nay thì muôn màu muôn vẻ, từ những bài đần độn như "anh chỉ biết câm nín nghe tiếng em khóc" (like duh, hổng lẽ thấy nó khóc rồi ngồi cười ha hả hay là ngồi ăn cá viên chiên hay sao, vô duyên); tới những bản bốc lửa, hay những bản rock huyền thoại, nhạc MJ, nhạc dance, đủ loại; tới những tuyệt phẩm để đời như Nutcracker chẳng hạn.

Cái câu chuyện mình vừa viết thật là tùm lum. Giờ đọc lại chả hiểu gì cả.

I don't really know who I am. I know I love Vietnam, but I don't have its essence. I know I carry a part of Singapore, but I don't love it. I'm staying in the States, I love it, but I don't have the connection with it, yet.

Ok, the point is. Thú vật rất dễ thương. Chúng ta nên thương yêu thú vật. Tránh ăn thịt chó. Ăn thịt chó rất là dã man và tàn bạo.

Bài học rút ra: "Tôi" bị điên!


P.S. Đây là trích đoạn thơ Huy Cận mà cô Văn viết cho mình:

"Họ sống bình yên, bước lặng thinh.
Không nghe hoa bướm gọi bên mình.
Hừng hờ đi giữa hương yêu mến
Chân bước chưa khi rộn ái tình.

Vậy đó bỗng nhiên mà họ lớn,
Tuổi hai mươi đến, có ai ngờ!
Một hôm trận gió tình yêu lại
Đứng ngẩn trông vời áo tiểu thơ"

Bài thơ này thật đẹp, isn't it!

The beauty of motion

another day and Bach

There have been nothing interesting today.

I should really get my tires inflated. It's been a while.

Anyway, in my music class today, I learned about Bach. He's quite a genius really. He wrote 1000+ works, ended up blind, and had 20 kids. Someone laughed at the 20 kids part. And my eyes just widened.

It has been quite a dull day.

Glee last night was great cos Josh Groban was on it. I don't really like the show, it's under-developed for my taste.

And I don't ever know the guy who won America's got talent last night.

And... out...!

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

I can't believe I haven't watched this movie until now. It's so unique, it's such a treat.

It's a beautiful movie. It's about a man who was born old and wrinkled but grows younger as the years go by. The plot explores love, loss and memory. I think it's a tragedy, but a beautiful and breathtaking one.

It just gets more heart breaking towards the end. And Brad Pitt was amazing in this movie. Superb acting. And the teenage Brad Pitt is out of this world. His teenage face is truly stunning and flawless, I don't know how Hollywood did that. The eyes just exude purity and youth, those haunting, penetrating eyes. I had never noticed Brad Pitt as such a visually stunning man, even after Mr. and Mrs. Smiths.

On that note, Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt is a match made in heaven.

I don't know if this movie won an Oscar or not, it should.

And ... out!