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Off-Topic / Happy boys and girls

« on: December 06, 2011, 01:05:18 pm »Message ID: 457435

Let’s get in the party
Tonight we’ll make it great fun
We girls never be apart
Let the night devour the sun
Let the moon take a replace
Everybody all look lovely
Eager filled every our part
Smiles, happy, painted faces
Go to get fun stuffs to our place
Make our place to be a palace
You want to dance upon me baby?
Some couples playing games
Any colors are the same
We’re all human share to live on earth
Under the moon at night
And the sun at day
The same structure of brain
We have red blood in hearts
We wrap ourselves in one embrace
We respect each other
We took goodness in main
Nothing of horror might say
We dance wild and crazy
You get his age I get his name
We show our phone numbers
To get their true birthday
Never delay on our dates
Or plain why you are late
Because we’re citizens of United States

By Anh Nguyen

 

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Off-Topic / Vietnamese foreign singer give pictures to my site Tuoitho.net

« on: December 06, 2011, 01:03:50 pm »Message ID: 457433

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Off-Topic / Chuan bi rut quan

« on: December 06, 2011, 12:55:38 pm »Message ID: 457429

Các bạn thấy chưa rút quân thôi mà cũng chậm như rùa ḅ. Chưa nói tới vấn đề vũ khí đang bị tồn kho. Chưa nói nữa là tốn tiền vé máy bay cho cả lũ. Nhưng chính quyền cũng rất thông minh.
- Các nước láng giếng gần xa và các cường quốc đang có nội chiến, không phân biệt good credit hay bad credit. Chúng tôi offer mua một tặng một, mua sĩ shipping miễn phí, mua lẻ được tặng thêm lựu đạn 2 quả. Nhân dân từ trên xuống dưới nêu cao tinh thần tự vệ mua súng pḥng. Chúng tôi không đánh ra nước ngoài nữa ạ!

  Minh muon chet di cho roi! I wanna die!

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Off-Topic / Don't sweat the small stuffs in love

« on: December 06, 2011, 12:53:03 pm »Message ID: 457426

1. Hăy là bạn thân của nhau
2. Học cách tự cười ḿnh
3. Bỏ qua những chuyện cũ
4. Khơi dậy lửa đam mê
5. Đừng đứng núi này trông núi nọ
6. Biết trân trọng những đóng góp của người bạn đời
7. Luôn đối xử tử tế với nhau
8. Đừng trút mọi nỗi bực tức lên người bạn đời
9. Tṛ chuyện theo cách của người ấy
10. Không đặt thêm điều kiện ngay sau câu nói "Anh yêu em"
11. Luôn thể hiện sự yêu thương
12. T́m kiếm những điều tốt đẹp
13. Đánh dấu lịch mỗi tháng
14. Trao đổi cách nh́n cuộc sống
15. Ngừng ngay những "tối hậu thư"
16. Không phản ứng khi tâm trạng bất an
17. Biết khẳng định giá trị bản thân
18. Chọn góc nh́n tích cực
19. Hăy nhớ rằng người bạn đời không có khả năng đọc được suy nghĩ của bạn
20. Nêu gương tốt
21. Bỏ qua những chuyện nhỏ nhặt
22. Trở thành một người lắng nghe tuyệt vời
23. Tránh thói quen ca thán
24. Tôn trọng sở thích của người bạn đời
25. Giá trị của những lời khen tặng
26. Hăy thôi mơ ước người bạn đời của ḿnh sẽ đỗi khác
27. Đừng dồn người bạn đời vào thế bí
28. Cẩn trọng lời nói
29. Sẵn sàng nhận lỗi
30. Luôn biết cảm thông
31. Sống then cách của bạn
32. Mỗi sáng, hăy nghĩ về 3 điều bạn yêu thích ở người bạn đời
33. Luôn chọn giải pháp ḥa b́nh
34. Có thái độ mềm mỏng trước những lời phê b́nh
35. Giữ được sự khôi hài
36. Đừng tự cho ḿnh là trung tâm của các câu chuyện
37. Mỗi người đều là sự khởi đầu
38. Ngồi bên nhau trong thinh lặng
39. Tự chịu trách nhiệm về hạnh phúc của ḿnh
40. Tṛ chuyện chân thành
41. Đừng để những rắc rối của riêng bạn ảnh hưởng đến đời sống hôn nhân
42. Loại bỏ tâm thế pḥng thủ
43. Luôn thể hiện ḷng biết ơn
44. Ưu tiên dành thời gian cho gia đ́nh
45. Hăy cùng nhau tổ chức một dự án từ thiện
46. Tự xét xem có phải ḿnh đang nghiêm trọng hóa vấn đề?
47. Đừng hy vọng kết quả khác nếu bạn vẫn hành xử như cũ
48. Đáp lại người bạn đời bằng thái độ yêu thương
49. Tự soi ḿnh trong gương
50. Chấp nhận các khuyết điểm của người bạn đời
51. Chấp nhận sự thay đổi
52. Luôn ủng hộ người bạn đời
53. Đặt ḿnh ở tương lai để nh́n về hiện tại
54. Quy tắc về hạnh phúc sóng đôi
55. T́m hiểu về những ước mơ của nhau
56. Sức mạnh của việc thể hiện t́nh yêu thương
57. Đừng để con cái xen vào giữa
58. Để những mệt nhọc sau 1 ngày làm việc bên ngoài cánh cửa nhà bạn
59. Hỏi người bạn đời: "Khi chung sống với anh, điều gi khiến em cảm thấy khó khăn nhất?"
60. Đừng chất vấn các quyết định của người bạn đời
61. Lường trước những phản ứng của người bạn đời
62. Ngừng xử sự như thể mọi chuyện đều trong t́nh trạng khẩn cấp
63. Tác dụng kỳ diệu của những cánh thư
64. Đón nhận lời xin lỗi 1 cách nhă nhặn
65. Không nói hộ người khác
66. Truyền cảm hứng cho nhau
67. Yêu là không ghen
68. Chấp nhận 1 vài sở thích kỳ cục của người bạn đời
69. Hăy thôi đ̣i hỏi quá đáng
70. Tạo khoảng dừng trước những nghi ngờ
71. Thể hiện t́nh yêu thương vô điều kiện
72. Giúp người bạn đời hoàn thành nốt những công việc c̣n dang dở
73. Học tập thế hệ trẻ
74. Đừng cố chấp
75. Nâng cao chất lượng của cuộc sống
76. Thông cảm với những khoảnh khắc "mất kiểm soát" của người bạn đời
77. Cân bằng cuộc sống
78. Luôn nhớ về sự kỳ diệu của t́nh yêu
By Richard Carlson, Ph.D
Kristine Carlson


 

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Off-Topic / Chance to earn more cash!!!

« on: December 05, 2011, 12:20:55 pm »Message ID: 456803

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Let's hurry. We will have more space to chat and have fun games.

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FusionCash / If I use public computers that close on sunday nearest me?

« on: December 04, 2011, 11:25:44 am »Message ID: 456348

  I usually use school computers and library computer because I don't have my own computer. So some time time limitted. So can I post a day for another day too? Requirement is 30 post in 30 day, not meant a post a day only? 1 / day that is it.

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Off-Topic / Most dangerous game (by Richard Connell) Part 3

« on: December 03, 2011, 10:51:17 am »Message ID: 455829

 
   Some wounded thing, by the evidence a large animal, had thrashed about in the underbrush; the jungle weeds were crushed down and one patch of weeds were stained crimson. A small, glittering object not far way caught Rainsford's eye and he picked it up. It was an empty cartridge.
   "A twenty-two," he remarked. "That's odd. It must have been a fairly large animal too. The hunter had his nerve to tackle it with a light gun. It's clear that the brute put up a fight. I suppose the first three shots I heard was when the hunter wounded it. The last shot was when he trailed it here and finished it."
   He examined the ground closely and found what he had hoped to find-the print of hunting boots. They pointed along the cliff in the direction he had been going. Eagerly he hurried along, now slipping on a rotten log or a loose stone, but making headway; night was beginning to settle down on the island.
   Bleak darkness was blacking out the sea and jungle when Rainsford sighted the lights. He came upon them as he turned a crook in the coastline, and his first thought was that he come upon a village, for there were many lights. But as he forged along he saw, to his great astonishment, that all the lights were in one enormous building-a lofty structure with pointed towers plunging upward into gloom. His eyes made out the shadowy outlines of a palatial chateau; it was set on a high bluff, and on three sides of it cliffs dived down to where the sea licked greedy lips in the shadows.
   "Mirage," thought Rainsford. But it was no mirage, he found, when he opened the tall spiked iron gate. The stone steps were real enough; the massive door was realenough; yet about it all hung an air of unreality.
   He lifted the knocker, and it creaked up stiffly, as if it had never before been used. He let it fall, and it startled him with its booming loundness. He thought he heard steps within; the door remained closed. Again Rainsford lifted the knoker, and let it fall. The door opened then, opned as suddenly as if it were on a spring, and Rainsford stood blinking in the river of glaring gold light that poured out. The first thing Rainsford's eyes discerned was the largest man Rainsford had ever seen-a gigantic creature, solidly made and blackbearded to the waist. In his hand the man held a long-barreled revolver, and he was poiting it straight at Rainsford's heart.
   Out of the snarl of beard two small eyes regarded Rainsford.
   "Don't be alarmed," said Rainsford, with a smile which he hoped was disarming. "I'm no robber. I fell of a yacht. Myname is Sanger Rainsford of Newyork City."
   The menacing look in the eyes did not change. The revolver pointed as rigidly as if the giant were statue. He gave no sigh that he understood Rainsford's words, or that he had even heard them. He was dressed in uniform, a black uniform trimmed with gray.
   "I'm Sanger Rainsford of New York," Rainsford began again. "I fell of a yacht. I am hungry."

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Off-Topic / The most dangerous game (by Richard Connell) Part 2

« on: December 02, 2011, 12:03:48 pm »Message ID: 455362

 
   "Maybe. But sometimes I think sailors have an extra sense that tells them when they are in danger. Sometimes I think evil is a tangible thing-with wavelengths, just as sound and light have. An evil place can, so to speak, broadcast vibrations of evil. Anyhow, I'm glad we're getting out of this zone. Well, I think I'll turn in now, Rainsford."
   "I'm not sleepy," said Rainsford. "I'm going up on the afterdeck."
   "Right. Good night, whitney."
   There was no sound in the night as Rainsford ast there, but the muffled throb of the engine that drove the yacht swiftly through the darkness, and the swish and ripple of the wash of the propeller.
   "It's so dark," he thought, "that I could sleep without closing my eyes; the night would be my eyelids-"
   An abrupt sound startled him. Off to the right he heard it, and his ears, expert in such matters, could not be mistaken. Again he heard the sound, and again. Somewhere, off in the blackness, someone had fired a gun three times.
   Rainsford sprang up and moved quickly to the rail, mystified. He strained his eyes in the direction from which the reports had come, but it was like trying to see through a blanket. He leaped upon the rail and balanced himself there, to get greater elevation; a short, hoarse cry came from his lips as he realized he had lost his balance. The cry was pinched off short as the blood-warm waters of the Caribbean Sea closed over his head.
   He struggled up to the surface and tried to cry uot, but the wash from the speeding yacht slapped him in the face and the salt water in his open mounth made him gag and strangle. Desperately he struck out with strong strokes after the receding lights of the yacht, but he stopped before he had swum fifty feet. A certain cool-headedness had come to him; it was not the first time he had been in a tight place. There was a chance that his cries could be heard by someone aboard the yacht, but that chance was slender, and grew more slender as the yacht  raced on. He wrestled himself out of his clothes, and shouted with all his power. The lights of the yacht became faint and ever-vanishing fireflies; then they were blotted out entirely by the night.
   Rainsford remembered the shots. They had come from the right, and he swam in that direction, swimming with slow, deliberate strokes, conserving his strength. For a seemingly endless time he fought the sea. He began to cout his strokes; he could do possibly a hundred more and then-
   Rainsford heard a sound. It came out of the darkness, a high screaming sound, the sound of an animal in anguish and terror.
   He did not recognize the animal that made the sound; he did not try to; with fresh vitality he swam toward the sound. He heard it again; then it was cut short by another noise, crisp, staccato.
   "Pistol shot," muttered Rainsford, swimming on.
   Ten minutes of determined effort brought another sound to his ears-the most welcome he had ever heard-the muttering and growling of the sea breaking on a rocky shore. He was almost on the rocks before he saw them; on a night less calm he would have been shattered against the. Whith his remaining strength he dragged himself from the swirling waters. Jagged crags appeared; he forced himself upward, hand over hand. Gasping, his hands raw, he reached a flat place at the top. Dense jungle came down to the very edge of the cliffs. What perils that tangle of trees and underbrush might hold for him did not concern Rainsford just then. All he knew was that he was safe from his enemy, the sea, and that utter weariness was on him. He flung himself down at the jungle edge and tumbled headlong into the deepest sleep of his life.
   When he opend his eyes, he knew from the position of the sun that is was late in the afternoon. Sleep had given him new vigor; a sharp hunger was picking at him. He looked about him, almost cheerfully.
   "Where there are pistol shots, there are men. Where there are men, there is food," he thought. But what kind of men, he wondered, in so forbidding a place? An unbroken front of snarled and ragged jungle fringed the shore.
   He saw no sign of a trail through the closely knit web of weeds and trees; it was easier to go along by the water. Not far from where he had landed, he stopped.

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Off-Topic / The most dangerous game (by Richard Connell) part 1

« on: December 01, 2011, 01:35:25 pm »Message ID: 454755

 
   Off there to the right-somewhere-is a large," said Whitney. "It's rather a mystery-"
   "What island is it?" Rainsford asked.
   "The old charts call it 'Ship-Trap Island,'" Whitney replied. "Sailors have a currious dread of the place. I don't know why. Some superstition-"
   "Can't see it," remarked Rainford, trying to peer through the dank tropical night that pressed its thick, warm blackness in upon the yacht.
   "You've good eyes," said Whitney, with a laugh, "and I've seen you pick off a moose moving in the brown fall bush at four hundre yards, but even you can't see four miles or so through a moonless Caribbean night."
   "Nor four yards," admitted Rainsford. "Ugh! It's like moist black velvet."
   "It will be light in Rio," promised Whitney. "We should make it in a few days. I hope the jaguar guns have come. We should have some good hunting up the Amazon. Great sport, hunting."
   "The best sport in the world," agreed Rainsford.
   "For the hunter," amended Whitney. "Not for the jaguar."
   "Don't talk rot, Whitney," said Rainsford. "you're a big-game hunter, not a philosopher. Who cares how a jaguar feels?"
   "Perhaps the jaguar does," observed Whitney.
   "Bah! They've no  understand one thing-fear. The fear of pain and the fear of death."
   "nonsense," laughed Rainsford. "This hot weather is makeing you solf, Whitney. Be a realist. The world is made up of town classses-the hunters and the huntees. Luckily, you and I are hunters. Do you think we've passed that island yet?"
   "I can't tell in the dark. I hope so."
   "Why?" asked Rainsford.
"The place has a reputation-a bad one. Didn't you notice that the crew's nerves seemed a bit jumpy today?"
   They were a bit strande, now you mention it . Even Captain Nielsen-"
   "yes.. Those fishey blue eyes held a look I never saw there before. All I could get out of him was: 'This place has an evil name among seafaring men, sir.' Then he said to me, very gravely: 'Don't you feel anything?'-as if the air about us was actually poisonous. Now, you mustn't laugh when I tell you this-I did feel something like a sudden chill.
   "There was no breeze. The sea was as flat as a plate-glass window. We were drawing near the island then. What I felt was a-a mental chill; a sort of sudden dread."
   "Pure imagination," said Rainsford. "One superstitious sailor can taint the whole ship's company with his fear."
 

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Off-Topic / Deadly Sonata - my new movie novel

« on: October 25, 2011, 08:28:54 am »Message ID: 437016

 At first, this is Death Sonata, was written in Vietnamese. Unfortunately, I lost that version while I sleep over the train. I am really sad  . My laptop and flashdrive are contained that version which both of them were gone away. I hope I will get many achievement from readers to a noname author like me. I will try the best to post monthly. I make this story to a movie novel because that a love story, blending with gangsters of Mafia's attitudes, I would like to renew that, more conflicts and love to homeland. I prefer to write in Vietnamese for some Vietnamese in this forum got something in Vietnamese to take to look.