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Hôm qua ngồi lướt face, mình vô tình xem lại một đoạn trích phim Nàng Dae Jang-Geum . Với chút hoài niệm tuổi thơ của một người lớn nhàn rỗi, một đoạn trở thành nhiều đoạn, nhiều đoạn trở thành mong muốn luyện lại trọn bộ hơn năm chục tập phim xa lơ xưa lắc. Người thì lớn, phim thì cũng đã xem, ấy vậy mà mình khóc hết nước mắt cái cảnh Mama Han gục đầu chết trên vai Jang-Geum, rồi cảnh em nó ôm xác thầy, gào khóc đòi trả thù cho thầy, tội nghiệp gì đâu. Đó là một trích đoạn lưng chừng trời, nơi mà người ta bóp méo giọng nói diễn viên, đẩy nhanh tốc độ clip để lách tội vi phạm bản quyền. Dù gì bộ phim cũng là huyền thoại, có muốn cũng không làm nó dở được. Mà mình cũng không biết nữa, có lẽ làm người lớn mệt, mình chỉ muốn mượn Nàng Dae Jang-Geum khóc một tí, xả stress. Có rất nhiều thứ về Nàng Dae Jang-Geum đã phai màu trong trí nhớ mình. Năm ấy mình học cấp hai, lớp 7, lớp 8 hay lớp 9? Mình chịu. Mình chỉ nhớ thời đó ba mình đưa ra chính sách cấm vận tivi buổi tối để tập

Sometime I wonder whether people love an old thing because society told them to do so. Once in a while, there is a trend or a craze about modern/young people come back to the old values in the past. Vintage/ Retro/ Nostalgia.... Whatever it is, the old value we’re craving, we all recall it with beautiful compliments and as a default that everything comes from the past is good. If you don’t love it, there is something wrong with you. We live in the world that Sir Mix-a-lot’s hit song that begins with this line “ I love big butt and I cannot lie ” is considered “classy” in new standard. Maybe in 10 years or so, Anaconda will be introduced as powerful and seduced song, not soft porn anymore. I bet that if someone says he/she isn’t fond of Elvis Presley, Imagine is a John Lennon’s phony song or The Temptations was a lead singer with 4 backup dancers and a slowly weird choreography, the whole world will rage to tell them to shut his/her stupid mouth up. They will use the mo

According to the pig calendar on my desk, today is 15 th August, it’s also the full moon of July in Lunar year. In Vietnam tradition, this full moon is the biggest one of year. Well, not the biggest Moon though, she (yes, the Moon is a she) won’t get fatter because I look at her closer at an unflattering angle, I’m talking about this special day, the one day that celebrates 2 important ceremonies in Vietnamese culture. The first ceremony is a traditional one. First of all, you should know about the definition of ghosts in Vietnam. So in western scary movies, if a person was dead by suspicious cause such as murder, drowning after being dumped by her ex, being pirates in a cursed ship, suicide after being locked up by her own family because she looked weird and acted weirdly…, this person will come back in spirit form to haunt the people/places/objects that are significant to them. Well, Vietnamese ghosts are the same. Some people were so pissed because of their death were s

(no one would read it if I name this piece "Josephine de Beauharnais") I’m back baby doll! Well, just like Ted (HIMYM), I can’t pull it off, can I? There are some particular phrases that need confidence, charisma and personality to pull it off, or else you’re just a creepy pervert. When Morgan (Criminal minds) calls Garcia “Baby girl”, it’s sexy and intimate in a pleasant, friendly, innocent way, but when you call a coworker that, you’re definitely sued. And “baby girl” is such a throw up pick up line. Who even says that? Anyways, I just finished my MBA’s essay last week. One of my friend told me the right word is “thesis”, which I refused to use. I know, God knows (any Gods if there is one), the professors know what my essay contribute to this society. So, with a little shame that I have left, it is an essay for me from now to eternity. For the last 20 days, I was running for this essay’s deadline so I used all of my nonsense abilities, my random thoughts a