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Happy birthday to you, mista. Oh well, be some kind of Bill Gate. Hope to ket ur name on Forbes in da future . Me wantta make it to. So we man just try to bring it on. Aniwaz, do you really think dat beer iz betta than gals? Noway man, gals are da nicest gift dat Adam&Eva or whoeva brings to us. Troublesome , but cest'' la vie.I love my mother so much. Why? Cuz she waz one of them. I love watching cheerleaders show, on da NBA, skool, ... Why? Cuz they are so nice, kewl and blah blah..And we hav it in common. C''''mon, think about it dude. Mayb yo diff'''' , but there is no exception on this. Make it no hole, man
Oppz, im on diarry. Nothing much to write down, i almost smell da airport ''''s air yo lady. Be happy , July is jus now and we gonna make it. Lucks to you , a thousand times.
Have a nice and joyful summer, pals.
Questa roba sembra, come un lavoro per me. Quindi tutti quanti, seguitemi. Perche` abbiamo bisogno di un po di controversie. Perche` sembra cosi` vouto senza di me!
Được mazzie sửa chữa / chuyển vào 19:36 ngày 04/07/2004

Happy birthday to you, mista. Oh well, be some kind of Bill Gate. Hope to ket ur name on Forbes in da future . Me wantta make it to. So we man just try to bring it on. Aniwaz, do you really think dat beer iz betta than gals? Noway man, gals are da nicest gift dat Adam&Eva or whoeva brings to us. Troublesome , but cest'' la vie.I love my mother so much. Why? Cuz she waz one of them. I love watching cheerleaders show, on da NBA, skool, ... Why? Cuz they are so nice, kewl and blah blah..And we hav it in common. C''''mon, think about it dude. Mayb yo diff'''' , but there is no exception on this. Make it no hole, man
Oppz, im on diarry. Nothing much to write down, i almost smell da airport ''''s air yo lady. Be happy , July is jus now and we gonna make it. Lucks to you , a thousand times.
Have a nice and joyful summer, pals.
Questa roba sembra, come un lavoro per me. Quindi tutti quanti, seguitemi. Perche` abbiamo bisogno di un po di controversie. Perche` sembra cosi` vouto senza di me!
Được mazzie sửa chữa / chuyển vào 19:36 ngày 04/07/2004

Hihi , coming back to this English Club diary is quite comfortable and cosy to me . Because there is no person who insults me and makes the simple things turn into the very bad bad things. Wow, indeed these days were so interesting and wonderful. I myself met the person face by face whom I liked to chat to for a so long time on the net. He''s rather different from the one I imagined. Well, it doesn''t matter. All is going on well. The life becomes easy without any anxiety, love and sadness. Hehe.... I am feeling so free now and it seems that I am having the power and a lot of energy.
To NhatCuongGSM: Hihi, I was really happy when I received the msg back of you. Anyway, thanx very much for your compliment. I am very happy when I can make someone happy too .
Được tieu co nuong sửa chữa / chuyển vào 23:52 ngày 04/07/2004

Hihi , coming back to this English Club diary is quite comfortable and cosy to me . Because there is no person who insults me and makes the simple things turn into the very bad bad things. Wow, indeed these days were so interesting and wonderful. I myself met the person face by face whom I liked to chat to for a so long time on the net. He''s rather different from the one I imagined. Well, it doesn''t matter. All is going on well. The life becomes easy without any anxiety, love and sadness. Hehe.... I am feeling so free now and it seems that I am having the power and a lot of energy.
To NhatCuongGSM: Hihi, I was really happy when I received the msg back of you. Anyway, thanx very much for your compliment. I am very happy when I can make someone happy too .
Được tieu co nuong sửa chữa / chuyển vào 23:52 ngày 04/07/2004

Oh I felt so crazy, hadn?Tt it been for the music, never know what I would have donê? Therê?Ts something missing, something I don?Tt know and it?Ts driving me insane. Someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, is it too much to ask for? I?Tm gonna be alright?

Oh I felt so crazy, hadn?Tt it been for the music, never know what I would have donê? Therê?Ts something missing, something I don?Tt know and it?Ts driving me insane. Someone to talk to, a shoulder to cry on, is it too much to ask for? I?Tm gonna be alright?

It?Ts so late now I know, almost 3 A.M yet I can?Tt sleep, or to be honest, I can?Tt close my eyes, cause I?Tm scared, scared that I will waste my time. Tomorrow?Ts gonna be a tiring day, a math class at 2 and a literature one right after that. Shame on me, I didn?Tt do what I promised myself. I?Tm still enjoying the summer holiday, surfing the Internet, chit chatting for fun and worst of all, I haven?Tt paid due attention to my studies. Look, piles of exercises are right here in front of me, all undonê? I?Tm gonna take both TOEFL and SAT this October but how will I tackle them if things go this way? I promised myself, when my computer is repaird, I would make full use of it, yet the fact is that everynight, I log on the Internet just to see someone, to wait for something about which I have no idea. Weird, isn?Tt it? Be invisible, don?Tt talk to him, I told myself. I was available though. I know I wanted him to see me, to call me if hê?Ts there, yet those calling me, ironic as it is, were totally people I don?Tt like talking tô? It''s ok, you have to learn to get over it?

It?Ts so late now I know, almost 3 A.M yet I can?Tt sleep, or to be honest, I can?Tt close my eyes, cause I?Tm scared, scared that I will waste my time. Tomorrow?Ts gonna be a tiring day, a math class at 2 and a literature one right after that. Shame on me, I didn?Tt do what I promised myself. I?Tm still enjoying the summer holiday, surfing the Internet, chit chatting for fun and worst of all, I haven?Tt paid due attention to my studies. Look, piles of exercises are right here in front of me, all undonê? I?Tm gonna take both TOEFL and SAT this October but how will I tackle them if things go this way? I promised myself, when my computer is repaird, I would make full use of it, yet the fact is that everynight, I log on the Internet just to see someone, to wait for something about which I have no idea. Weird, isn?Tt it? Be invisible, don?Tt talk to him, I told myself. I was available though. I know I wanted him to see me, to call me if hê?Ts there, yet those calling me, ironic as it is, were totally people I don?Tt like talking tô? It''s ok, you have to learn to get over it?

....I guess we just got to keep moving to screw things up
"Small World." How deceiving. I find myself somewhere far from home and there, I find people who are equally far from home--from my neck of the woods. This is relatively neat. This is what others would call '' living in a small world.'' Earth has 148,300,000 sq km of surface area and as of this moment, an estimate of 293,661,222 human inhabitants: those are massive numbers. We live in damn large world that has enough space for everyone to be designated to a medium space where they will live by the theories of existentialism. In this world, if we don''t wander off too far, it is quite possible for us to never see another man and thus, put a peaceful end to human civilization. What are the odds? negative. Technical things: food--a situation varying by regions, curiosity, boredom, weather etc. We don''t live in a small world. We live in a really big world. Running into people with common interests, background, traits etc. is mere coincidence plainly explained by the fact that we don''t move too far from home because of petty things like money. Lets go back to trading. If we moved around more and to further distances (continent jumping) we''d limit the chances of running into familiar people and we''d be seeing more of our surface area; then, the world wouldn''t be so small.
.....As I floated into the small world, overwhelmed by the inundation of giddy music sung in unison by packs of mechanical people, I wondered what time it was and how good the chocolate covered marshmallows were, but that is not important. The stereotypes were well presented by garishly dressed puppets who knew how to dance. There were many ''countries'' represented in that cardboard ice castle. For that ten minutes floating in my green boat, I discovered several obscure cultures that should receive more attention, like the pointy hat and muff wearing people who dances on glaciers. I looked up at the mobiles--the flying children mounted on stars--but saw a little too much. There were rectangular ceiling tiles. I saw gray ceiling tiles; this was not a happy ceiling, it was not painted, it didn''t attempt to go unnoticed, it wanted the people to see. Some rectangles had cracks. It was a surprise to see how low the ceiling really was. I found it to be strikingly disappointing. It seemed to highlight the disparity between reality and the magic. It wasn''t a small world, it was just a small room.

....I guess we just got to keep moving to screw things up
"Small World." How deceiving. I find myself somewhere far from home and there, I find people who are equally far from home--from my neck of the woods. This is relatively neat. This is what others would call '' living in a small world.'' Earth has 148,300,000 sq km of surface area and as of this moment, an estimate of 293,661,222 human inhabitants: those are massive numbers. We live in damn large world that has enough space for everyone to be designated to a medium space where they will live by the theories of existentialism. In this world, if we don''t wander off too far, it is quite possible for us to never see another man and thus, put a peaceful end to human civilization. What are the odds? negative. Technical things: food--a situation varying by regions, curiosity, boredom, weather etc. We don''t live in a small world. We live in a really big world. Running into people with common interests, background, traits etc. is mere coincidence plainly explained by the fact that we don''t move too far from home because of petty things like money. Lets go back to trading. If we moved around more and to further distances (continent jumping) we''d limit the chances of running into familiar people and we''d be seeing more of our surface area; then, the world wouldn''t be so small.
.....As I floated into the small world, overwhelmed by the inundation of giddy music sung in unison by packs of mechanical people, I wondered what time it was and how good the chocolate covered marshmallows were, but that is not important. The stereotypes were well presented by garishly dressed puppets who knew how to dance. There were many ''countries'' represented in that cardboard ice castle. For that ten minutes floating in my green boat, I discovered several obscure cultures that should receive more attention, like the pointy hat and muff wearing people who dances on glaciers. I looked up at the mobiles--the flying children mounted on stars--but saw a little too much. There were rectangular ceiling tiles. I saw gray ceiling tiles; this was not a happy ceiling, it was not painted, it didn''t attempt to go unnoticed, it wanted the people to see. Some rectangles had cracks. It was a surprise to see how low the ceiling really was. I found it to be strikingly disappointing. It seemed to highlight the disparity between reality and the magic. It wasn''t a small world, it was just a small room.