Since when:
1. Facebook becomes shock place
2. Blogspot becomes English prose (w. sarcasm)
3. 360plus becomes Vietnamese prose (w. sarcasm)
4. Twitter becomes emotion place
See the irony?
Eat, Pray, Love
Friday, August 20, 2010
Because the effect of anoxeria is so awful. Because it is when we no longer have control over what we should have control, our body. Because an idea can get implanted and grow at such strong force.
Eat, remember how much you need food and how much you enjoy a bowl of rice, or a slice of bread, or a sweet, or a sip of coffee.
Pray, for the courage you need to fight against other evil ideas.
Love, for it is fantastic that we stil survive today.
Eat, remember how much you need food and how much you enjoy a bowl of rice, or a slice of bread, or a sweet, or a sip of coffee.
Pray, for the courage you need to fight against other evil ideas.
Love, for it is fantastic that we stil survive today.
Isabelle Caro in a shot by Toscani
(L'angolo nero 2009)
tic tac tic tac
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
It's 10 o'clock. Wanting to take a nap.
It's 10:30. Still online.
It's 11 o'clock. Decide to stay up.
It's 11:30. Still decide to wait.
It's 12 o'clock. Think it's time.
It's 12:30. Still awake.
It's 12:34. Typing, still deciding whether to sleep or stay up.
It's...
Story of why I think I should sleep more but cannot.
It's 10:30. Still online.
It's 11 o'clock. Decide to stay up.
It's 11:30. Still decide to wait.
It's 12 o'clock. Think it's time.
It's 12:30. Still awake.
It's 12:34. Typing, still deciding whether to sleep or stay up.
It's...
Story of why I think I should sleep more but cannot.
Perfect girls
Friday, August 13, 2010
I met the perfect girl this morning.
She's slim, wear brand-name clothes of either Versace or Gucci or at least Naf Naf or Bebe. A pair of stilettos from Nine West or Charles & Keith that I have always wanted to try. I fell in love with her purse, the so-famous brown LV. Her hair is straight, shiny, perfectly dyed. I love her clothes. I love her shoes. I love her bag. I love her hair. Her make-up is flawless. Wow.
I met another perfect girl this morning.
She's slim, wear brand-name clothes of either Versace or Gucci or at least Naf Naf or Bebe. A pair of stilettos from Nine West or Charles & Keith that I have always wanted to try. I fell in love with her purse, the so-famous brown LV. Her hair is straight, shiny, perfectly dyed. I love her clothes. I love her shoes. I love her bag. I love her hair. Her make-up is flawless. Wow.
My perfect girls speak language I will never ever learn. My perfect girls are so perfect. They spend no less than xx million VND in their one day of shopping. I admire them so much. They told me money is never enough when it comes to shopping. Brands are their gods. Prices are decorations. Quality is for intelligent people, which, unfortunately, they are not.
I wish my perfect girls were more like me. Less perfect.
She's slim, wear brand-name clothes of either Versace or Gucci or at least Naf Naf or Bebe. A pair of stilettos from Nine West or Charles & Keith that I have always wanted to try. I fell in love with her purse, the so-famous brown LV. Her hair is straight, shiny, perfectly dyed. I love her clothes. I love her shoes. I love her bag. I love her hair. Her make-up is flawless. Wow.
I met another perfect girl this morning.
She's slim, wear brand-name clothes of either Versace or Gucci or at least Naf Naf or Bebe. A pair of stilettos from Nine West or Charles & Keith that I have always wanted to try. I fell in love with her purse, the so-famous brown LV. Her hair is straight, shiny, perfectly dyed. I love her clothes. I love her shoes. I love her bag. I love her hair. Her make-up is flawless. Wow.
My perfect girls speak language I will never ever learn. My perfect girls are so perfect. They spend no less than xx million VND in their one day of shopping. I admire them so much. They told me money is never enough when it comes to shopping. Brands are their gods. Prices are decorations. Quality is for intelligent people, which, unfortunately, they are not.
I wish my perfect girls were more like me. Less perfect.
Perfect girls
I met the perfect girl this morning.
She's slim, wear brand-name clothes of either Versace or Gucci or at least Naf Naf or Bebe. A pair of stilettos from Nine West or Charles & Keith that I have always wanted to try. I fell in love with her purse, the so-famous brown LV. Her hair is straight, shiny, perfectly dyed. I love her clothes. I love her shoes. I love her bag. I love her hair. Her make-up is flawless. Wow.
I met another perfect girl this morning.
She's slim, wear brand-name clothes of either Versace or Gucci or at least Naf Naf or Bebe. A pair of stilettos from Nine West or Charles & Keith that I have always wanted to try. I fell in love with her purse, the so-famous brown LV. Her hair is straight, shiny, perfectly dyed. I love her clothes. I love her shoes. I love her bag. I love her hair. Her make-up is flawless. Wow.
My perfect girls speak language I will never ever learn. My perfect girls are so perfect. They spend no less than xx million VND in their one day of shopping. I admire them so much. They told me money is never enough when it comes to shopping. Brands are their gods. Prices are decorations. Quality is for intelligent people, which, unfortunately, they are not.
I wish my perfect girls were more like me. Less perfect.
She's slim, wear brand-name clothes of either Versace or Gucci or at least Naf Naf or Bebe. A pair of stilettos from Nine West or Charles & Keith that I have always wanted to try. I fell in love with her purse, the so-famous brown LV. Her hair is straight, shiny, perfectly dyed. I love her clothes. I love her shoes. I love her bag. I love her hair. Her make-up is flawless. Wow.
I met another perfect girl this morning.
She's slim, wear brand-name clothes of either Versace or Gucci or at least Naf Naf or Bebe. A pair of stilettos from Nine West or Charles & Keith that I have always wanted to try. I fell in love with her purse, the so-famous brown LV. Her hair is straight, shiny, perfectly dyed. I love her clothes. I love her shoes. I love her bag. I love her hair. Her make-up is flawless. Wow.
My perfect girls speak language I will never ever learn. My perfect girls are so perfect. They spend no less than xx million VND in their one day of shopping. I admire them so much. They told me money is never enough when it comes to shopping. Brands are their gods. Prices are decorations. Quality is for intelligent people, which, unfortunately, they are not.
I wish my perfect girls were more like me. Less perfect.
Some notes on how things work
Thursday, August 5, 2010
1. I was having a family dinner with my father and grandmother. Somehow the conversations turn into comparing women now and then. Grandma said something that made me think a lot, of course not about what she said, I mean the content, but about the systems behind what she said that somehow made her so firmly believe in something. Quote for quote it goes "Women nowadays are so much worse than before." It caught my attention right at once, and I asked her "What makes it so?". She said "There are many more divorces.", ahha, right at the heart of the problem. I asked her "A marriage has a man and a woman, if there's a divorce, both do it. Why are women at fault?". She replied "But in the past there's no divorce because the women were good. They didn't let divorces happen."
Okay so obviously if you're taking Communication studies you will realize many mechanisms going on here. There are two possible options. First she might be under cognitive dissonance. In this case I think it is better, because that means she understands that what women her time did were not so ideal, and she's protecting that lifestyle and ideology because she didn't want to appear as illogical and inferior. The second, she might be under the influence of ideology so heavily that she actively support the inequality social system offered (and still offers) women. I know we've studied ideologies tons in class, but seeing one so obviously in motion and so blatantly close to me, yet exceeding my powers to control is, I admit, quite fascinating.
I went on to say that "Women in the past didn't have much chance to learn. Without knowledge, they are poor. I mean poor at heart, because they didn't know that there was so much out there." That quite moved my grandma somehow, because she can still see that there are so much progress women nowadays make. But she still insisted that a woman can rescue a marriage (even without love or mutuality) by proper behaviors such as being a housewife, obeying her husband, dressing primly, etc. Well that fascinates me not because of the usual reason that women are treated so unequally bla bla, but somehow it touched me that no one has ever question the same thing on a man! A man, has other burdens, has to build a house, has to be logical, cold at mind, has to have a good wife, a trophy wife is sometimes better. A man has other ideologies put upon his shoulder too, and he never questions it. It's like humans never question anything. Maybe they are too lazy to go into the answers.
2. I talked to someone the other day about how women and men differ. An interesting note. A person within our generation still thinks that women are more emotional and less logical and therefore, somehow not so suited to being in leadership role. I argue that because of the type of education men and women receive, either from family or from school or from societal pressure, they differ in their thoughts (believing that they are emotional and incapable of leadership roles; or for men beliving they cannot be as emotional and sentimental as they wish). This is interesting because sometimes living in this age, we have somehow believed that there exists equality and transparency, but somehow under that facade, we tend to succumb to common stereotypes. One example is books like Men from Mars, Women from Venus attempting to separate the two genders even further.
3. My father said "Women are important because they turn into wives and mothers. And in that way the society is bettered." Two notes on this matter. First, he acknowledges the importance of women. Second, that importance is one-sided. I don't know if that is more dangerous to the society, or less. Whether the women being acknowledge in the light of housewives and mothers feel more encouraged in their pursuit of their life, or more confined to the boundaries of families. Also, where are the men in the baby-making process? Will men play any roles in the education of young human beings? What will happen to those women who chose not to become a wife or a mother? Will they be any less important because of their choice? Should more questions like this be asked?
Okay so obviously if you're taking Communication studies you will realize many mechanisms going on here. There are two possible options. First she might be under cognitive dissonance. In this case I think it is better, because that means she understands that what women her time did were not so ideal, and she's protecting that lifestyle and ideology because she didn't want to appear as illogical and inferior. The second, she might be under the influence of ideology so heavily that she actively support the inequality social system offered (and still offers) women. I know we've studied ideologies tons in class, but seeing one so obviously in motion and so blatantly close to me, yet exceeding my powers to control is, I admit, quite fascinating.
I went on to say that "Women in the past didn't have much chance to learn. Without knowledge, they are poor. I mean poor at heart, because they didn't know that there was so much out there." That quite moved my grandma somehow, because she can still see that there are so much progress women nowadays make. But she still insisted that a woman can rescue a marriage (even without love or mutuality) by proper behaviors such as being a housewife, obeying her husband, dressing primly, etc. Well that fascinates me not because of the usual reason that women are treated so unequally bla bla, but somehow it touched me that no one has ever question the same thing on a man! A man, has other burdens, has to build a house, has to be logical, cold at mind, has to have a good wife, a trophy wife is sometimes better. A man has other ideologies put upon his shoulder too, and he never questions it. It's like humans never question anything. Maybe they are too lazy to go into the answers.
2. I talked to someone the other day about how women and men differ. An interesting note. A person within our generation still thinks that women are more emotional and less logical and therefore, somehow not so suited to being in leadership role. I argue that because of the type of education men and women receive, either from family or from school or from societal pressure, they differ in their thoughts (believing that they are emotional and incapable of leadership roles; or for men beliving they cannot be as emotional and sentimental as they wish). This is interesting because sometimes living in this age, we have somehow believed that there exists equality and transparency, but somehow under that facade, we tend to succumb to common stereotypes. One example is books like Men from Mars, Women from Venus attempting to separate the two genders even further.
3. My father said "Women are important because they turn into wives and mothers. And in that way the society is bettered." Two notes on this matter. First, he acknowledges the importance of women. Second, that importance is one-sided. I don't know if that is more dangerous to the society, or less. Whether the women being acknowledge in the light of housewives and mothers feel more encouraged in their pursuit of their life, or more confined to the boundaries of families. Also, where are the men in the baby-making process? Will men play any roles in the education of young human beings? What will happen to those women who chose not to become a wife or a mother? Will they be any less important because of their choice? Should more questions like this be asked?
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