Album Hot!!!

After 3 hours suffering the roasting rays from the bright sun....

And thanks to our photographer Minh also, who can be found here: http://mingstyle.blogspot.com/

I proudly present our album (Barney & T3's). I cannot upload all of them, but basically this is it.

First, my mummy.....




Me hehe....





And US....

Ngẫu hứng...chế

Bất ngờ thấy câu status của "thầy" Nokia:

Mơ lãnh được lương, lãnh được lương.
Túi em trống quá nhìn thấy thương...

Mình bất ngờ chặc lưỡi buột miệng theo:

Ở đây con cũng tiền không có,
Ai biết tiền ai rớt dọc đường!
(cho thầy trò tui lụm xài tạm hichic)

(Nguyên bản vốn là thơ của Hàn Mặc Tử - bài "Đây thôn Vĩ Dạ" - khổ cuối:

Mơ khách đường xa, khách đường xa,
Áo em trắng quá nhìn không ra...
Ở đây sương khói mờ nhân ảnh,
Ai biết tình ai có đậm đà.)

Tikiroom - Dance

Credited to: my mummy Short Pi@, Adopted Pi@, Oldie Madie, Black, Mup, Mio, Weasel, and me Barney.

Oh, I miss these stuffs so much... the days (and nights!) we fussed around preparing for ED Melody.

A Grand Day Out

We started with Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince at Cinebox, then went on to feed ourselves with Goat Hot Pot, and finally finished the day at Passio Cafe.

It was a six-hour hanging out session, from 3.30 to 9.30. Everybody was happy, of course including me.

There were 6 of us: me (pics all around here), Mr.Nam (no pics found), Beo, Thach, Hanh, Tam.

Cheers to the "funaholic" (ham vui) group.



P.S.: Shocking line of the day: a slip of the tongue from Tam (when referring to the US$3,000 English course): "The class had nothing special, just like yours" :((

Toxic - Dance

Once upon a time...

Credited to: my mummy Short Pi@ ; Weasel ; Adopted Pi@ ; Mup ; Black ; Mad Oldie ; Phatypus ; and myself Barney too, hehe

Last lines about Hippo

Suddenly I feel an urge to write something about Hippo. No particular intent, maybe I just need to give the whole thing an end. Like a conclusive paragraph to an essay.

Come to think about it, it has been quite a while since I first met Hippo. In my blurred memory, Hippo turned up at the Aikido class I was taking in December 2006, I just can't recall exactly what date. I did not have any good impression about Hippo in the beginning. He seemed too casual, his words were somehow lack of respect,... But over time I found out Hippo was not that bad as I first assumed, he became likable to me. I admired him for his artistic skills and senses, and his sense of humor as well.

Then one day I officially admitted to Hippo I liked him. A refusal was repeated more than once. A lot of nonsensical things happened.

But it's simply over now, everything.

I found it hard...the night I stood there alone in the light but cold rain... It was good for me afterward though.

At times, when I recall that very moment, I can actually grab the chill on my skin, the deafening noise of motorbikes racing by, the annoying faint words of tease from some guys across the road, as if I were still standing there - in front of the small path leading to Hippo's house. But I have no urge to cry out, to strive to escape from a pain deep down inside, or anything like that anymore. That's a relief.

I came across "The world is flat" this afternoon. Inside was Hippo's handwriting wishing me a lot of good friends, good appetite and good sleep, even the piggy flower he made and put outside the wrapping of the book. I felt sad, but didn't cry.

I know I still like him a lot, but it is the way it is. I was hurt too much to let things go on easily. I'm aware that Hippo just doesn't care whether he can keep me as a friend or not. And I've learnt to do the same.

I have been successful, I suppose. 2 weeks ago I thought I would hate Hippo for the rest of my life. Now I just know why I cannot ever forgive him - no matter whether he cares or not, takes or will take some actions about it or not.

So there it is, a Pig free from Hippo thinking.