He was a stupid person I have ever known. He had been my classmate since I was in grade 6. In the middle school, he was very short. He was dubbed “Dwarf”. I didn’t notice him because he had nothing special. He was not an excellent student, not a handsome boy nor an energetic person. He occupied the first table while I sat in last table. With that far distance, we never talked each other. In high school, he continued being my classmate. Attracted by others, one more time, I ignored him. However, when I went to Ho Chi Minh, a strange city which I hated, I met him. I just met him on the Internet. He went to the chat room. Coincidentally, I also chose that chat room. After we talked each other, he appointed me in a store which was near my house. I was surprised because his house was near my house and he was actually much taller than before. He was also surprised when he saw me. I looked like a fifty-two-kilogram “pig” on a mini bicycle. He said and laughed at me. I punched him and followed him to go to a coffee store. We have become best friends since that day. When I was happy, he took me out for a dinner. When I was stressed, we fooled around Ho Chi Minh City to breathe fresh air. When my boyfriend and I broke up, he was only person who made me resurrect. Five years was a long period of time, but he didn’t dare to say having feeling for me. Through a friend, I recognized that he loved me and how stupid he was.
However, I thought that he misunderstood the distance between a best friend and a lover. Sometimes, if we play with someone every day, this makes us think that we love that person because there are unclearly distances between the friendship and the love.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
ESL writing 6
Which Path I should Go?
Catching up the developing pace of a society, the youth has opened a big revolution in living with opposite sex before marriages. Regardless of their age and their parents’ disapproval, some young boys and girls rush to pack their stuff, put their fingers on their lip and kiss goodbye kisses to their first nests.
Premarital cohabitation is acknowledged as a big problem relating to traditional culture in some countries. Throughout history, women are heavily obliged by old customs; especially customs which women must to keep themselves “virgin” before stepping into their husbands’ families. If they try to resist those “fences”, they won’t be penalty death or be tossed into on the pile of fire by laws or by customs. However, they will lose a lot of things. Their family, their neighbors and their friends will abandon, abuse, and despise them. Therefore, women who live with opposite sex before marriage seem to have no escapes. The society doesn’t welcome them. However, in recent years, reaching to western cultures, people gradually break through chains for women. They have more progressive ideologies. Seizing this chance, the youth begin to experience a husband-wife life before marriage. Premarital cohabitation has become a new style that teenager thinks they should try. The youth justifies that living with opposite helps them understand each other before marriage. Therefore, more and more young people adopt the premarital cohabitation. Being a youth, I asked myself that “Which one I should follow, ancient ideologies or new ideologies?” Most of men in Viet Nam care if their fiancée still have virgin or not. The funniest part is that most of men want their partner to live with them before marriage, but they require their wives are innocent girls who say no with “premarital cohabitation”. How to find them? I actually don’t understand.
Catching up the developing pace of a society, the youth has opened a big revolution in living with opposite sex before marriages. Regardless of their age and their parents’ disapproval, some young boys and girls rush to pack their stuff, put their fingers on their lip and kiss goodbye kisses to their first nests.
Premarital cohabitation is acknowledged as a big problem relating to traditional culture in some countries. Throughout history, women are heavily obliged by old customs; especially customs which women must to keep themselves “virgin” before stepping into their husbands’ families. If they try to resist those “fences”, they won’t be penalty death or be tossed into on the pile of fire by laws or by customs. However, they will lose a lot of things. Their family, their neighbors and their friends will abandon, abuse, and despise them. Therefore, women who live with opposite sex before marriage seem to have no escapes. The society doesn’t welcome them. However, in recent years, reaching to western cultures, people gradually break through chains for women. They have more progressive ideologies. Seizing this chance, the youth begin to experience a husband-wife life before marriage. Premarital cohabitation has become a new style that teenager thinks they should try. The youth justifies that living with opposite helps them understand each other before marriage. Therefore, more and more young people adopt the premarital cohabitation. Being a youth, I asked myself that “Which one I should follow, ancient ideologies or new ideologies?” Most of men in Viet Nam care if their fiancée still have virgin or not. The funniest part is that most of men want their partner to live with them before marriage, but they require their wives are innocent girls who say no with “premarital cohabitation”. How to find them? I actually don’t understand.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Listening blog 5
Today, it was difficult for me to find websites to watch the free movie “Mars Needs Moms”. Some websites required me to submit a funny sentence “I am a human to watch movie”. Finally, I found the website http://www2.zmovie.tv/movies/view/mars-needs-moms-2011. “Mars Needs Moms” is a comedy movie that talks about a child called Milo saving her mom from an ugly evil woman, like a witch. Milo is a naughty child. He hates to do what his moms tell him. He hates to eat broccoli and hates to go to bed early. He says, “My life would be better if I don’t have mom at all”. However, when his mom left his room, she is kidnapped by that “witch” who is from other planet. To save his mom, Milo spent obstacles with his friends such as Gribble and the little girl who works for the “witch”. I actually cried when I saw Milo’s mom gave him a helmet which provided oxygen to breathe in the space (after the “witch” shot Milo’s helmet). I would like to share with you guys this movie because it is an interesting movie.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
listening blog 4
Last night, I watched the movies” Big Mommas: Like Father, Like Son” on the website http://www2.zmovie.tv/movies/view/big-mommas-like-father-like-son-2011. The story talks about a FBI police officer, Malcom, and his son, Trent, have to disguise as big “Mommas” to hide their opponents. The story takes place when Trent’s father, Malcom, is outside putting a tap on his friend’s chest to hear the conversation between his friend and gangs. While Malcom’s friend is switching the fake flash drive which proves that the gangs are involved in killing others, the gangs discovers that there is a small device on his chest. Therefore, the gangs know that there is someone outside. Then they tended to shoot Malcom’s friend. At the same time, Trent appears. He just wants his father to sign the contract in order to accept him to study musical school. Then, Malcom and Trent are chased by the gangs and escape. To protect Trent safe from the gangs, Malcom decides that they move to live in school art which only girls are allowed to study. Then, Malcom and his son disguise as big “Mommas”. At that school, Trent met Halley. One day, Trent removed his girl mask to go out for a date with Halley. Then, gangs found him. They followed him to know where his father is. What happen to Malcom and Trent? Does Halley know that Trent disguise as a fat girl? I want to share with you guys this movie because this movie makes me feel interested and laugh a lot.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Wrting blog 5
The children in my village
The grandmother’s funeral finished, I roamed on a familiar muddy road. Everything in my village completely changed, even children. The children, who I used to play with, now became adults. Their voice changed. Their smile changed, and their love for me also changed. They actually forgot me, forgot their neighbor sister.
Recalling old memories, I laughed alone. Five years ago, as a leader, I often gathered neighbor children at a deserted house. We played many games. I remember that I separated them into two groups, and we pretended to fight together. We used small sticks to make sharp spears and killed together. Sometimes, some of them were killed, but they still stood up and went on fighting. Some remaining children became disgruntled. They began a real war. I actually feared if they hurt together. Then, I found ways to reconcile between those children. Finally, I seduced them by playing a new game. I asked two children to find vacant milk can. I assigned others the task of buying a candle. When they collected all of them, I made two small holes on two lids of the vacant milk can and put the candle in. After we finished, we went to a cemetery, where buried dead people. We placed the can near a new grave, maybe someone has been just buried for a few days. We read an incantation to call the dead person. According to hearsay, when the candle was lighted, the ghost would show up. While we were reading the incantation, we heard a strange sound from bushes. We scream, ran and scattered around the cemetery.
Although time made everything change, my memories about the children in my village remained in my head forever. I loved them. I loved our childhood memories.
The grandmother’s funeral finished, I roamed on a familiar muddy road. Everything in my village completely changed, even children. The children, who I used to play with, now became adults. Their voice changed. Their smile changed, and their love for me also changed. They actually forgot me, forgot their neighbor sister.
Recalling old memories, I laughed alone. Five years ago, as a leader, I often gathered neighbor children at a deserted house. We played many games. I remember that I separated them into two groups, and we pretended to fight together. We used small sticks to make sharp spears and killed together. Sometimes, some of them were killed, but they still stood up and went on fighting. Some remaining children became disgruntled. They began a real war. I actually feared if they hurt together. Then, I found ways to reconcile between those children. Finally, I seduced them by playing a new game. I asked two children to find vacant milk can. I assigned others the task of buying a candle. When they collected all of them, I made two small holes on two lids of the vacant milk can and put the candle in. After we finished, we went to a cemetery, where buried dead people. We placed the can near a new grave, maybe someone has been just buried for a few days. We read an incantation to call the dead person. According to hearsay, when the candle was lighted, the ghost would show up. While we were reading the incantation, we heard a strange sound from bushes. We scream, ran and scattered around the cemetery.
Although time made everything change, my memories about the children in my village remained in my head forever. I loved them. I loved our childhood memories.
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