<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:21:09.643+08:00</updated><category term='Internet'/><category term='Gadget'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Show'/><title type='text'>Khang's blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Wish I can blog regularly...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1145815797417299588</id><published>2009-07-05T18:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:00:35.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day</title><content type='html'>On waiting for Wimbledon 2009 Final, I figured out this terrific number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How many players participate in the last 6 Wimbledon Finals (including 2009 Final)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="main"&gt;&lt;span class="spacing"&gt;2004 fed def. rod&lt;br /&gt;2005 fed def. rod&lt;br /&gt;2006 fed def. nad&lt;br /&gt;2007 fed def. nad&lt;br /&gt;2008 nad def. fed&lt;br /&gt;2009 fed vs. rod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1145815797417299588?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1145815797417299588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1145815797417299588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1145815797417299588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1145815797417299588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2009/07/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8226440462545695412</id><published>2009-01-26T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:53:56.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viết vội phút cuối năm</title><content type='html'>2/29 lần không ăn tết ở VN, lần gần nhất là năm ngoái. Giờ chỉ còn 15p nữa là bước qua 2009, viết vội vài dòng kẻo mai mốt cảm xúc ko còn như vậy nữa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngày này năm ngoái tôi đang hì hục chuẩn bị mâm cúng giao thừa ở bên Singapore. Đến lúc thắp nhang đợi nhang tắt, tôi nằm coi TV thì ngủ quên, hơn 2h khuya mới thức dậy, đóng cửa, tắt đèn rồi vô ngủ tiếp. Đến mùng 3 khi đi ra ngoài, táy máy tay chân trong thang máy làm thang máy bị kẹt, may mà nó ngừng lại một chút rồi vận hành bình thường.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Năm nay ăn tết không hào hứng như những năm trước, nhưng có nhiều niềm vui. Thứ nhất là đi coi đường hoa ở Nguyễn Huệ, chắc là lần thứ 2 tôi đi, lần đầu cách đây 3,4 năm, vào buổi sáng mùng 1, tôi và vợ chạy vào đường hoa, chụp vài kiểu rồi đi tiếp. Lần này không vội vã như lần đó, thong thả đi hết cả đường hoa để xem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thứ nhì là sắp được coi pháo bông. Tôi không nhớ mình đã được xem pháo hoa "live" lần nào chưa, nếu có thì cũng không nằm trong kí ức tôi nữa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thứ ba là có thời gian thong dong đi dạo chợ tết, ở Phước Bình và Bình Dương, chuyện mà trước đây tôi cũng chẳng có thời gian và cảm hứng để thực hiện.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Năm mới sắp đến...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8226440462545695412?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8226440462545695412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8226440462545695412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8226440462545695412'/><link rel='self' 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Bon mới được mua cho món đồ chơi mới, cao hơn cả Bon. Bon thích lắm, mẹ lắp vào chưa xong mà cứ xông vào lục cái này mọ cái kia. Lúc mẹ ráp xong rồi thì đứng trên cái toilet seat chơi một cách say sưa. 11h mấy rồi mà vẫn chưa chịu ngủ. Ba cho uống sữa thì cứ đẩy ra, không chịu bú. Mẹ cho uống thì mút lấy mút để, như là cố gắng uống cho lẹ để ra chơi tiếp. Ba nghĩ bụng nếu lấy cái này dụ thì lạng quạng mai mốt Bon uống sữa ngon lành. Ai dè đâu mút được một hồi thì anh chàng lại nhè ra. Mèo lại hoàn mèo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thấy Bon ham đồ chơi mới, ba nhớ lại hồi xưa mỗi lần có đồ chơi mới, ba cũng vui như vậy. Nhưng hai mươi mấy năm rồi, trí nhớ bị giảm sút, giờ không nhớ được gì nhiều, nhưng cái cảm giác đó thì tự nhiên trào lên, như là mình mới trải qua gần đây thôi. Hồi xưa, thời mà chơi điện tử bằng đầu Nitendo, mỗi lần có băng điện tử mới là ba thích thú mày mò, đợi mỗi sáng ông nội đi làm sớm là cũng mò dậy, chơi vài tiếng đồng hồ, rồi đi học. Ba năm trước, đi tới Boonlay, thấy người ta bán cái máy như vậy, ba mẹ cũng mua về, chơi được vài tháng, rồi quăng lên kệ, chẳng biết khi nào chơi lại, chắc để khi nào Bon lớn rồi truyền cái cảm giác đó lại cho Bon sau. Vả lại đến cái tuổi này rồi thì ngồi lì chơi điện tử hoài thì không có "productive", "motivation", blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Đồ chơi của tui bây giờ là laptop, camera, camcorder. Cái máy đầu tiên tui sở hữu là cái Pentax SLR. Lúc đó tui chẳng biết gì, cuộn phim đầu tiên toàn là out of focus, vì ống kính không zoom được, chỉ focus thôi, mà tui không biết, nghĩ là chỉnh càng gần hình càng bự, mặc dù nhìn vô cái view finder thì thấy nhòe nhoẹt. Ngoài ra còn speed, aperture tá lả. Cuốn phim đầu tiên tui chụp chẳng có tấm nào ra hồn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trước khi sở hữu cái máy này, tui hay xài ké máy tự động của cô, chỉ có point and shoot. Mà tui không được học hành bài bản gì, nên tui không tự tin lắm khi sử dụng cái máy mới. Tui hay xài phim Fuji Pro, 28.000đ/cuộn, ISO 100. Chụp vài cuộn cộng với vào nhà sách đọc ké được vài chiêu chỉnh tốc độ, tiêu cự, tui... xé cái hộp phim ra, kẹp cái phần có chỉ dẫn chỉnh mấy cái đó vào phía sau thân máy, mỗi lần chụp là lảm nhảm một mình rồi chỉnh tới chỉnh lui. Cũng vui. Đến cuối năm cấp 3, tui chụp cũng đã thành thạo, đến lúc làm lễ tốt nghiệp tui chụp 2 cuốn phim cho lớp, rửa ra cỡ 9x12, bây giờ nhìn lại cũng thấy đã con mắt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lần đầu tiên tui mua cái máy chụp hình KTS là hồi mới qua Sing. Lúc đó tui chưa có rành đường đi nước bước, chẳng biết SimLim là cái gì, cũng chẳng biết search, review máy nào trên mạng trước. Lang thang lên City Hall, đi qua Suntec City, đi ngang qua Harvey Norman, đi tới một tí nữa thì có một cửa hàng nhỏ xíu bên tay phải (mà bây giờ lần nào đi ngang qua đó tui đều khoe với bà xã là tui đã tiêu hết hơn $600 ở đó). Vô trong trỏng tui nhắm ngay mấy cái máy Nikon mà hỏi. Cuối cùng họ mang ra cái 3100, cũng với tờ báo, họ chỉ vào trong đó là cái này đang bán $699 đây, ở đây chỉ có $610 thôi... cuối cùng tui vui vẻ vác cái máy đó về, chụp được 1 tháng, mang về Việt Nam cho bạn gái (bây giờ là vợ) mang đi Pháp. Nhờ vậy mà gần 1 năm trời tui có hình bên Pháp coi hoài. Lúc mới mua về, chat với vợ, vợ hỏi "Nikon là hiệu gì lạ hoắc vậy?" ặc ặc ặc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cái máy thứ hai tui mua là Fuji FinePix S5500. Tui mua ở IT Show. Tui thử cái máy này lần đầu ở Malaysia, lúc đi qua nhà bà chủ chơi. Đi về, bỏ hình vào trong máy tính coi mới thấy hình xấu. Đi kiếm nguyên nhân một thời gian mới biết là tại tui để ISO 400, ý là ISO càng cao thì chất lượng hình càng đẹp, nên hố to. Chụp thêm khoảng 1 tháng nữa thì quen với máy, thấy máy chụp cũng được, ngày đêm gì cũng tốt. Tết năm đó về để lại cho thằng bạn luôn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cái kế tiếp nữa là Panasonic FZ20. Cái này theo tui trường kì kháng chiến, chụp không biết bao nhiêu ngàn tấm hình rồi, mà thỉnh thoảng tui cảm thấy vẫn chưa khám phá hết những cái hay của nó. Thời đó tui thích những cái máy bự, nặng, zoom nhiều. Cái S5500 zoom 10x, FZ20 zoom 12x, đi đâu cũng bỏ vô cái túi khá bự, đeo bên người.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vợ tui vẫn trung thành với Nikon, nên không lâu sau tui mua thêm cái Nikon CP7900 nữa. Nhỏ gọn, hình đẹp, đáp ứng được nhu cầu của vợ. Vài tháng trước, khi về VN, vợ tui để nó ở nhà cho em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Khi cuộc sống đến một mức nào đó thì nhu cầu của con người thay đổi. Sáu tháng trước, tui tha về cái camcorder đầu tiên, Canon HG10. Tui đã từng xài thử vài cái máy quay phim rồi, và chưa có cái nào làm tui hài lòng cả, cái thì hình ảnh không đẹp lắm, cái thì không quay buổi tối được, cái thì lưu trữ phức tạp... nên tui chọn cái HG10. Và tui không hề thất vọng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cái camera này theo tui được 6 tháng, về VN 1 lần, quay không biết bao nhiêu là phim ảnh, hì hục transfer, convert, edit không biết bao nhiêu thời gian. Cho đến hai tuần trước, tui để nó lại cho người khác. Betty nói là "it's hard to go back once you go this high". Không có cái máy quay phim, tui cảm thấy thiếu. Nhưng tui sẽ không quay lại với HG10 nữa. Sau nhiều arrangement, ngày mai tui sẽ đi check cái HF10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-3821103879384496802?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/3821103879384496802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=3821103879384496802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3821103879384496802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3821103879384496802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/10/check-hng.html' title='Check hàng'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2332274963379112458</id><published>2008-08-28T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:34:32.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>1. Where's my daddy (part2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ldbkhoa/Blog/photo#5239252453803766482"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/ldbkhoa/SLWQWRWRMtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/r_-El2hVrWg/s400/P1290469-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TSN airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, &lt;a href="http://www.nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/03/hibernation-mode.html"&gt;part1&lt;/a&gt; at Takashimaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Trộm vía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ban đầu tui không tin vụ này. Đại loại là khi nhận xét về một em bé nào đó thì nên thêm vào hai chữ "trộm vía", nếu không không sớm thì muộn cũng bị đánh, chửi (thầm-vì lịch sự) hay... đốt phong long (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khoảng 6 tháng trước, có lần tui hỏi mẹ Bon là sao Bon ăn bột không có ngậm như con người ta, ngay lập tức bị phạt tự vả vào mồm. Ngày hôm sau y như rằng, khi ăn bột Bon toàn là ngậm thôi. Lúc đó tui không tin lắm, nghĩ trong bụng chắc trùng hợp thôi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mới tháng trước đây, có một đứa bạn tới nhà chơi, hỏi ủa Bon ăn cháo không có nhè ra hả, mấy đứa nhỏ khác đút vô là nhè ra!*#$&amp;amp;@ Y như rằng, ngay trưa hôm sau mẹ Bon đút vô miếng nào là Bon nhè miếng đó ra. Cho đến giờ vẫn còn nhè.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sao linh dữ vậy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Không tin hả? Thử đi, nhớ chọn bà mẹ nào hiền một tí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Việt Nam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ldbkhoa/Blog/photo#5239256058182929474"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/ldbkhoa/SLWToEtOjEI/AAAAAAAAAW0/fNThvoduzTg/s400/Copy%20of%20P1280638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hình chụp tháng trước, ở chân cầu Văn Thánh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mỗi lần đi ra khỏi siêu thị, thế nào cái máy chống trộm cũng kêu te te, mười lần như một, tui đều bị kêu lại, xét người. Nguyên do là do mấy cái thẻ ở Singapore nằm trong bóp tui mà ở đấy người ta kêu là thẻ từ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-Anh có thẻ từ không?&lt;br /&gt;-Thẻ từ là thẻ nào? - Tui lôi ra 6, 7 cái thẻ&lt;br /&gt;-Là thẻ mà có từ trong đó!"&lt;br /&gt;Tui chỉ đại vào cái thẻ NUS, vì nó có cái miếng đồng lòi ra ngoài&lt;br /&gt;Bọn họ gật gù rồi cho đi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngày cuối trước khi trở qua Sing, trời mưa như trút nước. Hôm sau đọc báo mới biết đó là cơn mưa lớn nhất từ đầu năm đến giờ. Chắc đó là cơn mưa lớn nhất trong đời tui mà tui chạy trong mưa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May phước là vợ chồng tui để thằng Bon ở nhà rồi. Chạy lên tới Nguyễn Huệ trời bắt đầu mưa nặng hạt. Chạy đến Lê Lợi, định vòng về, thay vì chạy ở giữa đường, tui men lại sát con lươn để chạy, ai dè chỗ đó mặt đường thấp xuống, gần phân nữa chiếc xe ngập nước, kêu xực xực. May phước là xe xịn, nước chỉ chui vào bugie một tí thôi, chứ nếu chết máy, xe tay ga, không có chỗ đạp máy, trời mưa, chắc tiêu quá. Xe chạy ì ạch vậy đến đường Lê Duẩn thì bình thường trở lại. Đi đường Nguyễn Bỉnh Khiêm, cây đỗ quá chừng. Đi ra đến Điện Biên Phủ, mưa rát mặt, người ngợm ướt nhẹp. Thỉnh thoảng sấm chớp xé trời. Kinh dị. Chạy đến cầu Sài Gòn, vòng xuống dưới cầu để vô An Phú (vì thằng Bon đang ở trong trỏng), khi đến chạy ngang gầm cầu SG, được che mưa một tí, thấy như lên thiên đường vậy, mưa đang nhòe con mắt bỗng hết hẳn, không còn cả gió. Được khoảng 5s, ra khỏi chỗ đấy, mưa lại xối xả. Đi tiếp một đoạn nữa thì gặp một cánh đồng nước mênh mông. Vì chỗ đó là chỗ thấp nhất của An Phú, đang bị triều cường, rồi gặp mưa, nên ngập! Vợ chồng tui đành cắn răng chạy qua. Đi chưa qua được phân nửa, xe bị lún. Xuống xe để đẩy, thì ra là bị lún cát. Lúc đó chẳng cần quan tâm đến mưa, ướt, dơ gì nữa, chỉ cắn răng đẩy xe qua thôi. May mà qua được đống cát đó. Leo lên chạy tiếp. May mà chỉ bị lún cát chứ không bị rớt vô cái cống nào đó. Về đến nhà, hai con chuột... lột chạy lên lầu, sấy, ủi đồ. Bon khóc như... mưa. Đợi khoảng 3 tiếng đồng hồ sau, mới kêu được taxi, mẹ con Bon chạy trước, tui chạy xe theo sau. Đang lo không biết qua cái vũng nước ngoài kia như thế nào. Ai dè đến gần đó taxi quẹo vô một con đường khác, cao, khô, sạch. Về đến nhà là 10h30 tối. Mệt. Sáng hôm sau lên taxi ra phi trường, nghe radio có người được phỏng vấn về trận mưa đó: "Em cao 1m6 mấy mà nước ngập đến ngực em". Cười.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A morning&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/16094jb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/15cysew.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My block on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2332274963379112458?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2332274963379112458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2332274963379112458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2332274963379112458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2332274963379112458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/ldbkhoa/SLWQWRWRMtI/AAAAAAAAAWU/r_-El2hVrWg/s72-c/P1290469-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-6828995794611651657</id><published>2008-07-18T18:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T18:53:20.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Đổ máu</title><content type='html'>Mai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hôm nay mọi chuyện diễn ra êm ả từ sáng cho đến... trước lúc có chuyện xảy ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiều: Bon ngủ dậy, ăn bột, chơi, la hét, khóc lóc... như mọi ngày. Cũng chưa có gì.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiều hơn tí nữa: Mẹ Bon gọi, nói về trể một tí. Tui tắm cho Bon, rồi cho ăn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau đó một lát: Bon được tắm xong, nằm lăn lộn, không cho bôi phấn, mang tả. Thế là bị tét cho mấy cái.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau đó Bon được mang ra ngoài nhà bếp, để vào ghế. Ba mắc phơi đồ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phơi đồ xong, ba mang ghế vào để Bon coi "Baby Einstein".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vừa lúi húi dọn tấm nệm lên, ba mang cất, quay người lại, ngón chân út đá thẳng vào cái thùng đựng đồ chơi. Cái thùng này ba mới mang ra hôm qua nữa chứ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Đau thấu trời. Nhìn xuống thấy máu chảy ra một tí. Vừa ngồi đó vừa la. Bon thấy lạ cũng chồm qua cái ghế ngó xuống nhìn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau đó mang Bon lại bàn, bật phim cho Bon xem, thì thấy ướt ướt dưới chân, thì ra ở trên ngón chân chỉ bị rách chút ít, còn ở dưới bị rách quá chừng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau đó hì hục đi lau nhà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lúc đang viết bài này thì Bon đã tìm cách đứng dậy, với tay lên bàn rồi bò qua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nguy hiểm dã man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-6828995794611651657?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/6828995794611651657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=6828995794611651657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6828995794611651657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6828995794611651657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/07/mu.html' title='Đổ máu'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2766820894889269605</id><published>2008-06-14T04:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T05:34:50.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro2008 Group C: The heat is really on</title><content type='html'>After second round, Group C becomes the playground for the Netherlands. Romania, once was the underdog, now has huge chance to enter the knock-out stage. Surprisingly, Italia and France, two finalists of 2006 WorldCup Finals, have to bite each other for a small opportunity to grasp the unreachable lifebuoy that Netherlands will never leave behind. A win may be not enough for either Italia or France, as Netherlands will cut all unnecessary consequences by handing 3 points to Romania.&lt;br /&gt;The fun starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2766820894889269605?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2766820894889269605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2766820894889269605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2766820894889269605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2766820894889269605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/06/euro2008-group-c-heat-is-really-on.html' title='Euro2008 Group C: The heat is really on'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1377476718557093346</id><published>2008-06-10T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T03:36:02.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bội thực</title><content type='html'>Mới ăn bánh bột lọc "home made" xong. Ngon, mặc dù bà xã cứ nói là dở, ăn cứ như... người rừng vậy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis, F1, Football cùng một lúc. "3 cái cùng béo biết coi cái nào?" Đành coi French Open vậy, F1 và Euro trễ quá, sau 12h lận, giờ đó phải đi ngủ rồi, với lại cũng ko đủ kiên nhẫn để coi hết 90p. Chắc bị bội thực bóng đá, vì cả mùa giải vừa qua cứ xem mải miết, hết Premier League rồi tới Champion League. Năm nay cũng không chọn đội bóng ưa thích. Kệ nó, đội nào vô địch cũng được. Kết quả là sau 4 trận đầu vẫn chưa xem trận nào, chỉ coi kết quả với highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuối tuần qua đi dạo phố với bà xã và Bon. Tình cờ gặp một người quen đi theo hướng ngược lại tại một góc hẹp và vắng. Lúc đó chỉ có ta với nó và người đi cùng với nó. Thế mà nó không thấy ta. Chắc tại mắt nó kém quá, không thấy 3 đứa ta + cái xe em bé, hay là tại nó đi với bạn nó, tập trung quá nên không để ý chuyện xung quanh, hay là nó giả bộ giỏi quá, lờ ta luôn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1377476718557093346?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1377476718557093346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1377476718557093346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1377476718557093346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1377476718557093346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/06/bi-thc.html' title='Bội thực'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2938500452957905170</id><published>2008-05-22T10:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:05:09.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironic</title><content type='html'>Ironically, two 2007-2008 Champion League finalists are from England, where wounds from failure of the national team to reach Switzerland and Austria this summer are still bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically still, the current best footballer in England is on the brink of gifting the trophy away. However, luck is with his team, the damaged pitch and the post help him regain his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine years ago, the ball saw the post a couple of time. Same as this time. ManU takes titles in both occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time (if any), I hope luck will still be with the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a win is still a win. History will look only into the number of titles, not the way they win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2938500452957905170?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2938500452957905170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2938500452957905170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2938500452957905170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2938500452957905170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/05/ironic.html' title='Ironic'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-4552202149213316451</id><published>2008-05-15T07:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T07:10:47.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving at the very top of the game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/SCtxAvYVqRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OFPHvmOmIxM/s1600-h/t2.henin.ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/SCtxAvYVqRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OFPHvmOmIxM/s320/t2.henin.ap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200374452261857554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top-ranked Henin abruptly retires.&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the most shocking news in sport in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite female player quits the game.&lt;br /&gt;Hope she comes back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-4552202149213316451?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/4552202149213316451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=4552202149213316451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4552202149213316451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4552202149213316451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/05/leaving-at-very-top-of-game.html' title='Leaving at the very top of the game'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/SCtxAvYVqRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/OFPHvmOmIxM/s72-c/t2.henin.ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-816153362335030246</id><published>2008-03-10T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:27:47.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hibernation Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lhnkhang/Blog/photo#5175778984170547026"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/lhnkhang/R9QPkEtq51I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WXwpxpClazc/s400/P1220737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's my daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-816153362335030246?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/816153362335030246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=816153362335030246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/816153362335030246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/816153362335030246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/03/hibernation-mode.html' title='Hibernation Mode'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-5033776033101342551</id><published>2008-02-06T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:04:36.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Những chuyện cuối năm (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:6;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;. Đãng trí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dạo này tui hay quên, vừa nói cái gì câu trước câu sau quên liền. Vậy còn đỡ. Hôm bữa mẹ Bon lên trường, ở nhà tui luộc miếng thịt, định chút xíu nữa ăn trưa. Để nồi nước đó chạy vào phòng chơi với Bon, một hồi sau (chắc khoảng 1, 2h gì đó) nghe mùi gì khen khét, nhớ đến nồi thịt liền mở cửa chạy ra thì ôi thôi, khói mịt mù. Mò mẫm chạy lại bếp tắt lửa, rồi mở toang hết cửa nẻo ra, khói theo hướng gió bay từ cửa chính sang cửa sổ, bay ra ngoài mù mịt. Tui sợ có ai đó thấy khói trong nhà nhiều quá lại kêu 999 nữa thì khổ. Trong lúc "khói lửa" vậy mà tui cũng còn nhớ ra được mang máy chụp hình chụp cái nồi một cái.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6m5M8ZWUnI/AAAAAAAAADI/jCHgIK51JI4/s1600-h/P1190549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6m5M8ZWUnI/AAAAAAAAADI/jCHgIK51JI4/s200/P1190549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163862079779000946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cái cục đen đen đen vẫn còn đỏ đó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mẹ Bon nói ráng nấu thêm chút nữa là carbon thành kim cương luôn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:6;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;. Quên&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mọi năm mỗi khi về nhà ăn tết, chuyện đầu tiên tui làm là... đi hớt tóc, để cho tóc kịp dài ra một tí, đến mùng một tết là vừa đẹp, để không phải thấy da đầu trắng hếu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mọi năm tui hay mua cặp bông và cặp dưa hấu khoảng 5h trước khi giao thừa cho... rẻ. Nhớ năm ngoái, khoảng 2, 3h trước giao thừa, vợ chồng tui vào một chỗ bán hoa mà còn quá chừng hoa, hỏi cặp cúc, hy vọng là gần giao thừa rồi họ bán rẻ, ai dè đâu họ nói giá bằng một giọng... không muốn bán. Không hiểu còn cả vườn hoa như vậy bán không kịp thì chẳng lẽ để đến năm sau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mọi năm tui hay chưng mâm ngủ quả, mặc dù tui chưng không có đẹp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mọi năm tui hay dọn nhà từ rất sớm, vài ngày trước giao thừa, và kéo dài cho đến khuya giao thừa mới dọn xong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mọi năm tui hay đi shopping, chen chúc vào dòng người đông đúc trên đường phố.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mọi năm tui hay đợi đến sáng mùng một chụp hình chung với mọi người trong nhà trước cửa nhà tui, và trưa mùng một xuống nhà ngoại ăn dưa giá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vậy mà đột nhiên tui không nhớ gì đến mấy chuyện đó cả. Chắc tại do tâm lý không về nhà, nên không nghĩ về nó. Cho đến khi vợ tui viết một danh sách các món ăn sẽ làm, trí nhớ mới trở lại với tui. Tết năm nay tui sẽ ăn bánh chưng, khổ qua dồn thịt, chả giò và chè đậu xanh hạt sen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="font-size:6;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;. Tạm thời vậy cái đã, giờ đi pha sữa cho Bon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-5033776033101342551?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/5033776033101342551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=5033776033101342551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5033776033101342551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5033776033101342551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/02/nhng-chuyn-cui-nm-2.html' title='Những chuyện cuối năm (2)'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6m5M8ZWUnI/AAAAAAAAADI/jCHgIK51JI4/s72-c/P1190549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-4617876409185297022</id><published>2008-02-03T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:55:30.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Những chuyện cuối năm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:280;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Xuân này tôi không về&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thông báo để mọi người khỏi suy già đoán non, 99,999999% là tết này gia đình nhỏ của tôi sẽ không về quê ăn tết. 0.000001% còn lại sẽ được định đoạt vào... 30 tết. Fingers crossed, and stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:280;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Mẹ đi vắng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mẹ Bon đi vắng vài lần rồi, lần nào Bon cũng hư lắm. Trừ sáng nay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sáng mẹ phải lên trường đột xuất, ba để Bon ngoài xe, cho xem Đô Rê Mon, còn ba đi dọn dẹp một số thứ, và pha bột cho Bon. Ở dưới nhà bếp, ba nghe Bon cười, nói, ê a một mình được... vài phút, sau đó bắt đầu điệp khúc cũ, ẹ ẹ, hu hu, umm umm, nhưng mà âm lượng rất nhỏ. Ba không lên, vẫn để Bon một mình. Cho đến khi pha bột xong rồi, chạy lên thì thấy Bon nước mắt lưng tròng, chảy xuống cả gò má, quay qua nhìn ba như muốn méc cái gì đó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6U9HMZWUjI/AAAAAAAAACo/4P00FljEPiY/s1600-h/P1200291_filtered_ulead1+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6U9HMZWUjI/AAAAAAAAACo/4P00FljEPiY/s400/P1200291_filtered_ulead1+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162599741646066226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau đó là màn ăn bột. Ba thích đút bột cho con hơn là cho con uống sữa, vì cho con ăn bột dễ hơn. Mẹ cứ sợ ba khuấy bột không đều, còn lợn cợn con dễ bị ọc, nhưng mà ba khuấy nhuyễn lắm. Vẫn như mọi khi, để con nằm trên giường, để hai tay con tự do, một tay ba cầm cái hộp giấy ướt Nuna, cái lúc lắc và cả cái điện thoại, một tay kia thì cầm cái muỗng, cái chén bột để ngay bên cạnh, khăn để trên bụng Bon, và bắt đầu hì hục một tay khua khoắng, lúc lắc liên tục 3 thứ cùng một lúc, tay còn lại canh con hả miệng ra để đút bột vào, dè chừng con nhè ra thì vét lại và đút trở lại vào miệng con. 15, 20p sau thì cũng hết chén bột.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ăn bột xong con nằm đó chơi, ba dọn dẹp ly chén, pha cà phê cho mình. Một hồi sau con đòi ngồi dậy, rồi đòi ẵm, rồi nhảy ngựa... rồi khóc. Ba bỏ con vô nôi, vỗ vỗ một tí thì con ngủ liền.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bây giờ con đang ngủ rất là ngon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hôm nay Bon ngoan là vậy đó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:280;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Bị cảm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bị cảm 2 ngày rồi, ắt xì, sổ mũi miết, đầu thì nặng chình chịch. Uống 2 viên Decolgen không buồn ngủ mà lúc nào cũng chỉ muốn nằm ngủ thôi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tối qua trời lành lạnh, còn có mưa xuân nữa. Ba mẹ và con rủ nhau đi kiếm cái gì đó để ăn. Vừa xuống dưới nhà thấy không phải mưa xuân mà là mưa... lâm râm (?) định quay trở về, nhưng lỡ đi rồi (!), chẳng lẽ lại lủi thủi quay về nhà nấu cơm. Cả ba quyết định... đi luôn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Đang bị cảm nên tui lúc nào cũng mang khẩu trang cả. Trời lành lạnh sợ Bon lạnh nên đội cái áo lên đầu Bon thay cho mũ. Nhìn  Bon như hoàng tử Ai Cập.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6VD7cZWUlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OpQQhG8h_iA/s1600-h/P1200283_filtered+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6VD7cZWUlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/OpQQhG8h_iA/s320/P1200283_filtered+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162607236363997778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6VD28ZWUkI/AAAAAAAAACw/E7BJhAmHWGk/s1600-h/P1200280_filtered+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6VD28ZWUkI/AAAAAAAAACw/E7BJhAmHWGk/s320/P1200280_filtered+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162607159054586434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6VD_8ZWUmI/AAAAAAAAADA/jHVczFbYE_Y/s1600-h/P1200289_filtered+%28Large%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6VD_8ZWUmI/AAAAAAAAADA/jHVczFbYE_Y/s320/P1200289_filtered+%28Large%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162607313673409122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:280;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hiểu lầm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mấy hôm trước, ở trong Fairprice, tại quầy đồ ăn em bé:&lt;br /&gt;- Ở nhà còn bột ngọt không anh?&lt;br /&gt;- Còn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chút về nhà:&lt;br /&gt;- Em ơi hết bột rồi!&lt;br /&gt;- Sao hồi nãy anh nói còn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lúc đó tui mới bổ ngữa ra, vì lúc ở siêu thị, tui nghĩ đến bịch Ajinomoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:280;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hết, chúc mọi người ăn tết vui vẻ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-4617876409185297022?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/4617876409185297022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=4617876409185297022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4617876409185297022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4617876409185297022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/02/nhng-chuyn-cui-nm.html' title='Những chuyện cuối năm'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R6U9HMZWUjI/AAAAAAAAACo/4P00FljEPiY/s72-c/P1200291_filtered_ulead1+%28Large%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2140731273523088756</id><published>2008-01-16T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:25:16.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tâm đắc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/2196697325/" title="P1180372 by lhnkhang, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2253/2196697325_b40447a957.jpg" alt="P1180372" border="0" height="500" width="458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mẹ Bon nói (nguyên văn): "em bé không có răng thì dễ thương, người lớn có răng thì... thấy gớm".&lt;br /&gt;Tấm hình này được chụp khi tui và Bon đang... kể chuyện cười cho nhau nghe. Sau khi edit xong mấy tấm ảnh trong serie này tui sẽ đem lên cho mọi người coi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2140731273523088756?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2140731273523088756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2140731273523088756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2140731273523088756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2140731273523088756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/01/tam-dac.html' title='Tâm đắc'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2253/2196697325_b40447a957_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2435313012634921124</id><published>2008-01-14T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:36:34.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine post</title><content type='html'>Gần đây không có thời gian để suy nghĩ về đề tài để viết. Viết cái này để khỏi phiền lòng những bạn đọc thân thuộc của tui. Ai vào đây để biết thông tin của tui mà không thấy gì mới chắc buồn lắm. Như tui vậy, hôm nay vô check coi có phần mềm nào hay hay hay là có trò chơi miễn phí nào không mà không thấy, buồn không tả xiết.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Upgrade: PC2700 DDR SO-DIMM RAM: mắc kinh dị. Một thanh 1GB mắc gấp 4 lần 1 thanh DDR2 cùng dung lượng. Thương thay cho số phận của máy tính tui.&lt;br /&gt;- Paid day: Tự nhiên được tặng quà miễn phí. Nhờ &lt;a href="http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/12/pay-day.html"&gt;lần trước&lt;/a&gt; mua sắm vài thứ, hôm nay được tặng cái bàn phím Logitech và... cái móc điện thoại lủng lẳng.&lt;br /&gt;- Have you ever seen a male nanny? Sao mọi người nhìn tui kinh dị vậy? Lần trước đi ra Clementi đón mẹ Bon, tui mặc quần lững, áo Hang-ten, đầu không chải (vì tóc đang ngắn, có chải hay không cũng vậy à) mang slippers, đẩy Bon ra Clementi. Đi đến trạm bus, chỗ có cầu thang lên xuống MRT, mọi người đều trố mắt nhìn tui, như lần đầu tiên mới gặp một &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;anh vú nuôi&lt;/span&gt; vậy.&lt;br /&gt;- Bánh ga-tô (theo lời mẹ của Bon, còn tui gọi là bánh bông lan): ba tui kể khi tui còn nhỏ, mỗi đêm tui khóc, ba bẻ một miếng bánh bông lan nhét vào miệng, tui ngậm một hồi, nuốt và... ngủ tiếp. Giờ tui không còn nhớ vị bánh bông lan hồi đó ra sao, nhưng chắc do vậy mà tui bị.. sâu răng. Bây giờ tui cũng ăn bánh bông lan. 2$ một cái, ngon và thơm lắm, nhất là những khi đói bụng. Mỗi tối khi Bon thức dậy, tui thường bốc một miếng bánh bự bự, nhét vào miệng... tui, uống miếng trà atiso, rồi đi pha sữa cho Bon.&lt;br /&gt;- Trà Atiso: đứa em ex-chung nhà cho một hộp trà Atiso, nhưng uống thấy giống trà thanh nhiệt. Hồi cấp 3 tui cũng thường hay uống trà đó ở nhà đứa bạn. Không biết nó còn nhớ không.&lt;br /&gt;- Chương trình giảm cân hiệu quả: mỗi đêm thức dậy 3 lần pha sữa cho con, bảo đảm giảm 2 kg/2 tuần.&lt;br /&gt;- Last but not least: Men in white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/2189448377/" title="P1180178 by lhnkhang, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/2189448377_6d86c83ee0_m.jpg" alt="P1180178" border="0" height="222" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2435313012634921124?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2435313012634921124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2435313012634921124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2435313012634921124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2435313012634921124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/01/routine-post.html' title='Routine post'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/2189448377_6d86c83ee0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-6114959489569212164</id><published>2008-01-01T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:21:19.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuyện cuối năm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Cuối năm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;Đáng lẽ mỗi cuối năm tui muốn viết vài chuyện tiêu biểu để tổng kết lại hoạt động trong năm đó. Nhưng bây giờ tui không có hứng viết lắm. Năm nay có bao nhiêu là chuyện thú vị xảy ra. Vài điểm tiêu biểu: tui làm cha, tui mua vé máy bay tháng (vì đi máy bay nhiều như đi.. xe buýt), tui đi Trung Quốc, tui đi xe lửa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Đầu mới&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Mới cắt tóc. Để tóc kiểu này cho giống Bon.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Sharapova in Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Hôm nay đi cả ngày, chiều về nhà ăn vội vài miếng bánh mì bơ tỏi mặn và béo. Ngồi đọc báo mạng thì thấy tin Sharapova đang chụp hình ở Fullerton Hotel. Google thì thấy Sharapova sẽ đánh với Chakvetadze vào ngày mai (&lt;a href="http://www.mariasharapovalive.sg/"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt;). Bất ngờ quá!!! Lạng quạng mình đã gặp đâu đó mà Sharapova không nhận ra tui.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. TodayOnline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Mục thể thao TodayOnline ngày 29/12 thiệt hay.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Đón xuân này nhớ xuân xưa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Năm ngoái nhà tui đông đúc như thế này. Ngày cuối năm, mọi người tụ họp nhà tui ăn chơi, ngày đầu năm, mọi người qua nhà Vinh (heo) ăn chơi tiếp từ sáng đến tối. Tui còn nhớ sinh nhật Tâm đâu đây nữa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/2153424190/" title="DSCN4132 by lhnkhang, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2210/2153424190_145d6b5fa5.jpg" alt="DSCN4132" border="0" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Từ trái qua phải: tui, bà xã tui, bà xã Vinh (heo), Tuệ Tâm, Vinh (heo), Vinh (nhỏ), em Vinh (nhỏ) và Tâm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nếu tui nhớ không lầm, hôm đó có tôm luộc (món thường xuyên), bánh tráng Đà Nẵng nướng, brocolli xào, chả giò, canh, champagne trái cây (vì có em bé). Tui không nhớ là có bia không cho đến khi tui thấy hình này (có vài chai bia ở góc tường).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/2152705439/" title="DSCN4135 by lhnkhang, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/2152705439_1b9714286a.jpg" alt="DSCN4135" border="0" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/DSCN4138Large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/DSCN4138WinCE.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Năm ngoái, Tuệ Tâm là trung tâm của mọi sự chú ý...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Còn đây là ngày hôm sau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/DSCN4156Large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/DSCN4156WinCE.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/DSCN4157Large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/DSCN4157WinCE.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/2152666613/" title="DSCN4146 by lhnkhang, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2311/2152666613_c2ea22eeef.jpg" alt="DSCN4146" border="0" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Món chính là bánh xèo, món phụ là ... kem. Trước khi ăn món phụ, cả bọn tranh nhau ai được quyền đi mua kem bằng cách... đánh bài.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tối đó là tiết mục "ta hét nhau nghe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08624393798132475 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kvPTxiLZBs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08624393798132475 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kvPTxiLZBs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kvPTxiLZBs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8kvPTxiLZBs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Còn tiếp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tạm thời tui nghĩ chưa ra, nhưng chắc là còn chuyện gì đó, khi nào nhớ tui viết tiếp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-6114959489569212164?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/6114959489569212164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=6114959489569212164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6114959489569212164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6114959489569212164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2008/01/chuyn-cui-nm.html' title='Chuyện cuối năm'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2210/2153424190_145d6b5fa5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-4402776360347041089</id><published>2007-12-22T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:49:19.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Father and Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/2128945944/" title="P1140680_filtered by lhnkhang, on Flickr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2128945944_4bc420e868.jpg" alt="P1140680_filtered" border="0" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mọi người xem thằng  Bon quậy ko. Mới 5 tháng tuổi thôi mà đã biết trèo lên cổ tui ngồi rồi, không cần vịn nữa mới ghê chứ, mắt thì nhìn chăm chăm vào máy chụp hình.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/?action=view&amp;amp;current=071215-17.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/071215-17.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cảnh Bon đè đầu cưỡi cổ tui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/2128194791/" title="P1150554 by lhnkhang, on Flickr" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2068/2128194791_88f4bafba3.jpg" alt="P1150554" border="0" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Còn đây là tấm hình đầu tiên tui mặc đồ đàng hoàng chụp với Bon (trước giờ toàn mặc đồ... ko đàng hoàng thôi&lt;img style="border: medium none ;"src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/17.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hôm trước bà ngoại và mẹ Bon đi shopping, tui ở nhà với Bon. Lúc đi thì Bon đang ngủ, hai người vừa đi khoảng 45p thì Bon thức dậy, tui vào vỗ vỗ vài cái thì Bon ngủ thêm... 5p nữa rồi dậy luôn&lt;img style="border: medium none ;"src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/106.gif" /&gt;. Tui vỗ tiếp thì Bon mở mắt nhìn tui... cười. Đồ nhiều chuyện&lt;img style="border: medium none ;"src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/11.gif" /&gt;. Có nhiều lúc tui vỗ cho ngủ thì ko chịu ngủ, cứ nhìn tui chằm chằm, đợi tui cười trước là cười lại với tui liền. Nên tui vỗ mà mắt tui không có nhìn cậu ta, vì nhìn thì tui không nhịn được cười, lại hết ngủ&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/78.gif" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bây giờ tui có thể cho Bon uống sữa, thay đồ, tắm (mặc dù chưa thử lần nào), lau... đít, thay tả, chơi với Bon, nói chuyện tào lao... ngoại trừ ru ngủ. Tui chưa ru cho Bon ngủ được lần nào cả. Lần nào ẳm lên vỗ mông bốp bốp cậu ta cũng đều cong người, la hét um sùm. Vậy mà mẹ hay bà ngoại ẵm thì nằm im re, không nói gì cả&lt;img style="border: medium none ;" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/39.gif" /&gt;. Kể từ khi Bon sang đây, khả năng nói chuyện (mà chẳng biết nói cái gì) của tui tăng lên rõ rệt. Cứ đưa sát mặt lại gần Bon, nói một hơi, rồi hun hít một tí, thế là cậu ta hứng chí lên, nói lại một tràng. Vài lần như vậy là quen, tiếp tục  ê a với Bon và nghe Bon ê a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-4402776360347041089?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/4402776360347041089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=4402776360347041089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4402776360347041089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4402776360347041089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/12/father-and-son.html' title='Father and Son'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2128945944_4bc420e868_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-3917272863076176273</id><published>2007-12-21T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:38:57.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay day</title><content type='html'>Đó là ngày được trả lương, nhưng ở đây tui không nói đến chuyện đó, mà nói đến chuyện trả tiền.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Để bắt đầu một buổi chiều "pay day", chúng tôi nhắm Bugis thẳng tiến.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nokia 6300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vừa tới Sim Lim Square, chúng tôi thấy ngay một chiếc xe hơn nằm trang trọng trong một cái ... rạp. Đó là phần thưởng đặc biệt cho người nào trả nhiều tiền và... may mắn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chúng tôi thấy hàng loạt quầy bán điện thoại nằm ở giữa tầng trệt, vào một hàng, hỏi han, trả giá, rồi đi qua hàng khác. Ở đây sau khi trả giá một hồi, tui chịu mua cái đt đó. Thằng bán hàng, sau khi cầm được cái thẻ ATM của tui, liền trở mặt. Nói chuyện hách dịch, thô lỗ, tui nói viết cho tui cái tax refund, nó quăng cái quyển sổ lên bàn cái bốp!!! Rút kinh nghiệm: không bao giờ trả tiền trước khi kiểm tra hàng đầy đủ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seagate FreeAgent 500GB External HDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hết hàng, chắc tại vì đợt triễn lãm máy vi tính hồi đầu tháng. Tui đi hỏi cái món này mà trong lòng cứ canh cánh lo âu phải chọn một hiệu khác. Chỗ đầu tiên không có hàng, chỗ thứ hai, thứ ba cũng vậy. Qua chỗ thứ tư, có, nhưng mắc hơn giá bình thường 10sgd. Kệ, mua luôn. Nhưng nó ko chịu cho tui trả bằng Nets! Tui nói giữ dùm tui, đừng bán cho ai hết, tui đi rút tiền mặt. Đi quá mấy cửa hàng khác hỏi tiếp. Đến một chỗ kia thì có, Nets luôn, đúng giá. Tui mua liền. Lúc ra về vẫn còn thấy tội nghiệp bà kia cứ giữ cái ổ cứng đợi tui đi rút tiền đến tối chưa thấy quay lại.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Haenim Baby stroller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xách cái xe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heavy duty&lt;/span&gt; được vài chuyến, tui thấy nó thiệt là &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heavy&lt;/span&gt;. Từ Bugis, chúng tôi về Boonlay, ghé vô Kiddy Palace, mua cái xe khác, nhẹ hơn một tí, 3 bánh, điều khiển dễ hơn một tí. Nhưng cho đến hôm nay tui chưa có dịp dùng thử, chỉ đẩy em bé đi vòng vòng trong nhà, đút sữa... Hôm qua định đi chơi rồi, nhưng mưa suốt ngày, bèn dời lại.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-3917272863076176273?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/3917272863076176273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=3917272863076176273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3917272863076176273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3917272863076176273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/12/pay-day.html' title='Pay day'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-380071140950243828</id><published>2007-12-11T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:07:15.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tues, 11/12/07</title><content type='html'>Mới đầu tuần thôi mà đã có chuyện để lảm nhảm rồi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music for the children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Âm nhạc cho trẻ em - phát triển trí thông minh sáng tạo) - cái bìa đĩa ghi vậy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiếm được cái đĩa nhạc cho trẻ em, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loại nhạc phát triển trí thông minh sáng tạo&lt;/span&gt;. Bật nghe thử. Ngoài vài bài cổ điển như Fur Elise, The Blue Danube, Moonlight Sonata, còn lại là My Heart Will Go On, Big Big World, That's Why, Saving All My Love for You, Everytime You go away, Killing me Softly with his Song... ặc ặc... toàn những bài hit ngày xưa. Không hiểu nghe mấy bài này trẻ em phát triển trí thông minh kiểu nào nữa. Dĩa này do Việt Nam biên soạn. Hết nói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hê hê, vậy mà hồi trưa bật thử vài bài, em bé dù nằm trong nôi rồi, vẫn lắng tai nghe, mắt mở tròn xoe nhìn lên trần nhà khoảng 30p rồi mới ngủ. Thông thường bỏ em bé vào nôi 30p mà còn thức như vậy thế nào cũng ọ ẹ rồi ngọ nguậy tùm lum, khóc lóc um xùm. Hiệu quả thiệt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bán kết đá banh Sea Games&lt;br /&gt;Bọn Miên rõ chán. Phút 89 được hưởng trái phạt đền mà đá không vào, làm 30$ của tui đi tong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Nhân sự kiện Hoàng Sa - Trường Sa&lt;br /&gt;Hồi xưa có người nói với tui một câu mà tui nhớ mãi: "Chỗ nào có TQ là chỗ đó có ruồi!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-380071140950243828?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/380071140950243828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=380071140950243828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/380071140950243828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/380071140950243828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/12/tues-111207.html' title='Tues, 11/12/07'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8801886478816825216</id><published>2007-12-09T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:53:44.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gãy chân</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ldbkhoa/2097856674/" title="DSCN7812 by ldbkhoa, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2048/2097856674_4d74a9cd8e.jpg" alt="DSCN7812" border="0" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ldbkhoa/2097859818/" title="DSCN7816 by ldbkhoa, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2367/2097859818_72dd71a963.jpg" alt="DSCN7816" border="0" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon ở IMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gãy chân:&lt;br /&gt;Hôm trước dẫn Bon đi IMM, thấy có con gấu bông, bỏ vào xe cho Bon chơi. Thấy cậu ta thích quá, chút đem ra check out luôn. Mang về nhà được 2 ngày, hôm nay đột nhiên con gấu bị... gãy chân. Lòi bông ra tùm lum. Điều tra một hồi mới biết mẹ Bon thấy có sợi chỉ nơi chân gấu lòi ra bèn... rút, cuối cùng đi luôn một đường.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/ae31d677.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/cfc2ce0d.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/64d667dc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/7c4be89b.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hớ:&lt;br /&gt;Tui hay mua đồ hớ.&lt;br /&gt;Hồi học đại học, thấy ram đang giảm giá, tui sợ nó lên lại, vội vàng đi mua ngay một thanh 64MB, qua tuần sau, giá giảm thêm 50% nữa.&lt;br /&gt;Tháng 2 năm ngoái mua một card SD 1GB hết 72$, qua tháng 3 có hội chợ vi tính, giá giảm còn có hai mấy đô rồi giảm dần cho đến giờ còn có mười mấy đô.&lt;br /&gt;Tháng vừa rồi đi Trung Quốc lại mua hớ tiếp. Biết chỗ đó nói thách kinh lắm, tui trả cũng kinh rồi, mà nó bán luôn. Hôm sau quay lại đó, thấy có chỗ bán cái đó với giá bằng 1/3 giá cũ.&lt;br /&gt;Không biết sắp tới hớ tiếp cái gì?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8801886478816825216?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8801886478816825216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8801886478816825216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8801886478816825216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8801886478816825216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/12/gy-chn.html' title='Gãy chân'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2048/2097856674_4d74a9cd8e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8739482166366822836</id><published>2007-12-06T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:31:14.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Bon in Singapore</title><content type='html'>Qua bao nhiêu ngày đợi mong, cuối cùng Bon cũng đã đến Singapore. Hôm đó tui ra sân bay trễ cả 15', đến sân bay chỉ thấy bà ngoại Bon đứng đợi, mà chẳng thấy mẹ Bon và Bon đâu cả. Thì ra mẹ Bon địu Bon đi... đổi tiền xu để gọi điện thoại cho tui, nhưng chưa kịp gọi thì đã thấy tui hớt ha hớt hải chạy qua, kêu tui nhưng tui chạy nhanh quá, nhanh hơn vận tốc âm thanh, nên nghe không được.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hồi còn ở Việt Nam, Bon được cách ly với thế giới xung quanh một cách triệt để. Suốt ngày Bon chỉ loanh quanh trong phòng ngủ, phòng khách, nhiều lắm là nhà bếp. Bon chưa từng được đi lòng vòng ngoài ngõ hẻm nữa, trừ những lần có "công chuyện" phải đi vào bịnh viện chích ngừa hoặc đi lên thành phố. Mỗi lần Bon "xuất hành" như vậy, mọi người trùm Bon kín mít, nào là áo lạnh, nón, giày, vớ, khăn voan... và vội vàng leo lên taxi đóng cửa lại liền.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vậy mà vừa qua đến Singapore, nghỉ trưa xong, chiều đó Bon được cho đi xuống Clementi chơi, ghé Fairprice, Food court, bị mấy bạn lớn tuổi hơn ghẹo nữa. Qua ngày hôm sau Bon lại đi dạo qua con kênh xanh xanh đến cái Western corner kế cái Grindal supermarket nữa. Ngày hôm sau nữa Bon còn đi chạy bộ ở dưới con đường dọc theo bờ kênh. Đó là chưa kể ngày nào Bon cũng đi loanh quanh ở cái hành lang trước nhà. Mấy hôm đó gió nhiều lắm, thổi rát cả mặt, lạnh nữa. Ở trong nhà mà nghe gió hú vèo vèo, mặc dù đã đóng hết cửa nẻo lại rồi. Bà ngoại nói Bon đã vượt cả một chặng đường dài từ VN sang Singapore, nên thời tiết như vậy... có nghĩa lý gì với Bon đâu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ldbkhoa/2088450361/" title="P1130263 by ldbkhoa, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/2088450361_6f7f58181d_m.jpg" alt="P1130263" border="0" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ldbkhoa/2090484123/" title="P1130316 by ldbkhoa, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2146/2090484123_b19b1a1bd5_m.jpg" alt="P1130316" border="0" height="160" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon đi dạo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon chì lắm, mỗi khi Bon đi ngủ bà và mẹ phải đánh, đập Bon mới chịu ngủ. Mỗi khi đang ngủ mà cựa mình, bà đánh liên hồi, miệng còn giục mẹ "đánh cho Bon ngủ". Mới hồi nãy, mẹ đang ru ngủ, ba đi ngang lỡ dẫm lên chân Bon, Bon không thèm để ý, vẫn tiếp tục ngủ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon dễ thương lắm, mỗi lần nhìn Bon mà chịu không nổi, ba mẹ liền bay vào hun hít Bon tới tấp, sau đó thì lôi máy chụp hình ra chụp lia chụp lịa. Hai bàn tay của Bon chua lắm, lúc nào Bon cũng cố đút cả 2 tay vào miệng, nên miệng lúc nào cũng đỏ chót.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ldbkhoa/2089229860/" title="P1130096 by ldbkhoa, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2089229860_2d77ebb13c_m.jpg" alt="P1130096" border="0" height="187" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon đang cố bỏ tay vào miệng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ldbkhoa/2089233402/" title="P1130100 by ldbkhoa, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2279/2089233402_0e55d06fb9_m.jpg" alt="P1130100" border="0" height="189" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... cho đến khi chịu không nổi vì... chua quá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kể chuyện về Bon thì ko biết lúc nào mới xong, thôi để dành đó mai mốt kể tiếp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8739482166366822836?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8739482166366822836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8739482166366822836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8739482166366822836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8739482166366822836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/12/bon-in-singapore.html' title='Bon in Singapore'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2184/2088450361_6f7f58181d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-6067341348070391151</id><published>2007-12-02T06:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T06:29:51.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cái tủ lạnh</title><content type='html'>Tủ lạnh được dùng để làm lạnh mọi thứ đặt trong đó. Trong Desperate Housewives, có một bà dùng tủ lạnh để bảo quản ... xác chồng. Ông chồng chết, bà vợ không trình báo với phường, mà đem giấu xác trong tủ lạnh để ... tiếp tục lãnh tiền lương hưu của chồng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tủ lạnh nhà tui đã một lần bị tháo banh ra, thay cục rơ le gì đó. Cửa tủ lanhk không đóng nhẹ được,  mỗi lần đóng phải dùng hết sức đóng rầm một cái, thức ăn đồ uống rung rinh, bụi bặm bay phất phới. Nhà tui có 4 người. Tủ lạnh luôn ở trong tình trạng quá tải. Đồ ăn, bao nylon, rác... lúc nào cũng chất đống trong đó. Hôm qua tui mới moi ra, thấy nào là bao nylon, cà chua thúi, bắp cải thúi, dừa thúi, xúc xích thúi, có những cái tui không còn biết là gì nữa. Có cả một con thằn lằn ướp lạnh nữa. Tui quăng hết một mớ đồ, mới có, cũ có. Tui bảo đảm mấy cha có công tha mấy thứ đó về chất vào tủ lạnh không còn nhớ đồ gì là của mình cả.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-6067341348070391151?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/6067341348070391151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=6067341348070391151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6067341348070391151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6067341348070391151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/12/ci-t-lnh.html' title='Cái tủ lạnh'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-3677506683373637594</id><published>2007-11-26T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:48:17.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Nude</title><content type='html'>Không có gì thích thú hơn là lôi hình Bon ra quậy. Sau một hồi loay hoay edit, tui có vài sản phẩm. Chủ đề của bộ sưu tập lần này là "nude".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21318897@N08/2065266229/" title="P1120466 by ldbkhoa, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2386/2065266229_ad9e5349c6.jpg" alt="P1120466" border="0" height="430" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tắm nắng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21318897@N08/2065256957/" title="P1120262 by ldbkhoa, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2409/2065256957_6092412bbd.jpg" alt="P1120262" border="0" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lau khô (sau khi tắm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21318897@N08/2065256585/" title="P1120114 by ldbkhoa, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2412/2065256585_fc9b55b6f4.jpg" alt="P1120114" border="0" height="283" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bôi phấn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(còn tiếp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-3677506683373637594?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/3677506683373637594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=3677506683373637594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3677506683373637594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3677506683373637594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/11/nude.html' title='Nude'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2386/2065266229_ad9e5349c6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8535301577574328166</id><published>2007-11-24T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T12:15:40.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sang mùa</title><content type='html'>a.k.a lan man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mùa chim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sáng nào thức dậy tui cũng nghe tiếng chim kêu ngoài cửa sổ. Chim đậu trên cánh cửa thông gió trong phòng tắm, mổ cốc cốc suốt cả ngày. Bây giờ phơi đồ bên ngoài cửa sổ bị chim ị lên là bình thường rồi, lần nào lấy đồ vô tui cũng thấy vài vết. Có buổi sáng kia vừa thức dậy, đi ra nhà bếp, thấy một con bị mắc kẹt ở bên trong. Vì mỗi tối tui hay đóng hết cửa sổ lại, chỉ khép hờ để có tí gió vô thôi, vậy mà nó bay vô, rồi không biết đường bay ra, nên bay loạn xạ. Tui thấy vậy bèn chạy lại vừa tránh nó vừa mở cửa sổ ra, nó thấy vậy bay lên nhà trên rồi ... biến mất.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mùa hương&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tối qua về trễ, đón bus ở Computer Center, tui đi đường từ Security Post xuống con dốc ra đến trạm bus. Gần đến nơi tui bỗng ngửi thấy một mùi hương thoang thoảng, dịu dàng, ngây ngây. Ban đầu tui không để ý, vì thấy có một xe bus chuẩn bị chạy đi, nhưng tui chạy theo ko kịp, nên đứng lại thở dốc, thì nghe mùi hương đó. Đêm qua trăng sáng. Nhìn xung quanh tui thấy có vài cây cao, tui bèn đi ngược lại để tìm nơi mùi hương bắt đầu (ặc ặc sến rặt). Nhưng tui chưa tìm ra :D. Mỗi khi tui tiến lại một gốc cây nào đó, mùi hương biến mất, tui lùi xa, mùi hương lại quay về. May mà tui trể bus, nên mới có thời gian chiêm nghiệm, nghiền ngẫm. Mùi hương này quen lắm, có thể là cây ngọc lan, hoàng lan hay whatever lan. Buổi tối yên tĩnh, vắng xe. Mấy người đang đợi bus ở đó chắc ngạc nhiên lắm, vì thấy một thằng ngẩn ngơ chạy tới chạy lui, rồi ngửa cổ lên trời hít lấy hít để.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mùa thi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tha hồ chơi tennis, không sợ thiếu sân.&lt;br /&gt;Không phải gặp sup.&lt;br /&gt;Bọn sinh viên đóng đô cả ngày lẫn đêm ở trong trường, tối nào cũng nhạc xập xình, kêu gọi í ới.&lt;br /&gt;Thứ bảy căn tin đông nghẹt. Hồi nãy xui xẻo ngồi kế cầu thang có thằng trượt chân quăng cả dĩa cơm vô chân mình.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8535301577574328166?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8535301577574328166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8535301577574328166' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8535301577574328166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8535301577574328166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/11/sang-ma.html' title='Sang mùa'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-4302427234170896743</id><published>2007-11-22T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T11:31:54.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Chuyện của Bon</title><content type='html'>1. Chuyện của Bon:&lt;br /&gt;Ngày mai Bon tròn 4 tháng. Bon chưa biết lật, nhưng Bon đã biết nói.&lt;br /&gt;Bon biết nói từ lúc 3 tháng kia, nhưng chưa bao giờ nói nhiều như hôm nay.&lt;br /&gt;Mẹ Bon kể hôm nay Bon ngủ ít (chắc để mừng ngày tròn 4 tháng quá), quậy nhiều, cứ đòi ẵm thôi.&lt;br /&gt;Hễ đặt xuống nôi, giường, nôi là Bon bắt đầu ọ ẹ, rồi mếu máo.&lt;br /&gt;Mẹ ẵm mà mẹ ngồi Bon cũng không chịu, Bon muốn mẹ đứng, đi qua đi lại cơ. (Bon có khả năng detect được trạng thái của cơ thể, có lơ lửng không, có chuyển động không)&lt;br /&gt;Mẹ ẵm Bon nhiều quá mẹ mỏi tay, bỏ Bon xuống giường.&lt;br /&gt;Chỉ một chút sau, Bon xổ một tràng: "mum mum mum mum mum mum..." (bao nhiêu chữ thì ba không biết, nhưng mẹ nói là nhiều lắm).&lt;br /&gt;Mọi khi Bon chỉ dùng 2 từ thôi, cao lắm là 4 từ, hoặc là "mum mum" hay "me me" hay "me me mum mum", chưa bao giờ Bon dùng một loạt từ như vậy. Chắc là Bon bức xúc lắm.&lt;br /&gt;Hình mẹ chụp Bon cách đây vài ngày:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R0WXRqLWrDI/AAAAAAAAACg/am2hHFmCA70/s1600-h/DSCN7406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R0WXRqLWrDI/AAAAAAAAACg/am2hHFmCA70/s400/DSCN7406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135677279721401394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R0WXMKLWrCI/AAAAAAAAACY/vHnpzhCdKvo/s1600-h/DSCN7404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R0WXMKLWrCI/AAAAAAAAACY/vHnpzhCdKvo/s400/DSCN7404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135677185232120866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. (Ăn theo) Chuyện của ba Bon&lt;br /&gt;Bon sắp đi nước ngoài. Ba Bon mong lắm. Ba Bon thích Bon qua đây để chở Bon đi vòng vòng chơi bằng xe ... 8 bánh. Nhất là sắp tới Noel rồi. Mọi năm ba mẹ Bon hay đi ra Orchard Road để chụp đường phố, Takashimaya để chụp cây thông. Năm nay có Bon nữa, không biết ba mẹ Bon có giữ thói quen cũ không, hay là sẽ thay đổi để phù hợp với Bon (chú thích là Bon thích đèn lắm, nên dẫn Bon ra mấy chỗ đó bảo đảm Bon không chịu về).&lt;br /&gt;Ba Bon chỉ nghĩ đến chuyện "ăn chơi" của Bon thôi, ba Bon làm bộ lờ đi chuyện chăm sóc Bon, còn chuyện học hành, chơi bời (nghĩa tốt - chơi thể thao) của ba Bon nữa, mai mốt rồi ba Bon sẽ phải thay đổi nhiều thói quen lắm, nhưng ba Bon hồi hộp, háo hức, hăm hở lắm.&lt;br /&gt;Chỉ còn vài ngày nữa thôi...&lt;br /&gt;Chưa gì ba Bon đã sưu tập nhạc thiếu nhi rồi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thôi về, lại đói rồi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-4302427234170896743?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/4302427234170896743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=4302427234170896743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4302427234170896743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4302427234170896743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/11/chuyn-ca-bon.html' title='Chuyện của Bon'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/R0WXRqLWrDI/AAAAAAAAACg/am2hHFmCA70/s72-c/DSCN7406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-5388805429861094079</id><published>2007-11-18T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T12:22:41.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A series of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>Lần nào tui đi xa về cũng có chuyện cả. Lần trước liên quan đến chuyện xin &lt;a href="http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/vn-s-khi-u-nan.html"&gt;Visa, Bank Account và Power&lt;/a&gt;, đến giờ tui vẫn chưa giải quyết được cái "second layer" gì gì đó đó. Ca m'est égal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lần này đến chuyện trể máy bay. Buổi chiều ba làm cho 2 ổ bánh mì đem theo ăn, cứ tưởng nhiêu đó sẽ đủ sống lây lất cho đến khi qua đây, ai dè máy bay bị trể 90p. Ngồi lây lất trong phòng đợi, khát nước gần chết(nước bán trong này mắc như quỷ), chẳng có chỗ nào để đi vòng vòng nhòm ngó cả, chỉ có mấy quầy hàng bán mỹ phẩm, đồ lưu niệm lèo tèo. Tui đành đi qua đi lại mấy quầy hàng đó, xịt dầu thơm ì xèo vào người cho ... thơm. Sân bay Tân Sơn Nhất mới này nhỏ quá, ga đi hay ga đến gì cũng có chút xíu. Phòng đợi chỉ thấy một cái hành lang dài ngoằn. Ai mà transit ở đây khoảng 4, 5 tiếng đồng hồ chắc chết quá, mà chắc chẳng ai transit ở đây cả, chỉ có chuyến VN740/741 gì đó thôi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khi đến Singapore, ngủ gà gật thêm 1h nữa trên MRT thì tui cũng về đến Clementi. Đúng 12h20p tui đặt chân đến cửa nhà. What a rough trip. Anyway, cũng chưa có "rough" bằng lần tui bị "đem con bỏ chợ" bơ vơ ở 24h ở sân &lt;a href="http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/guangzhou-airport.html"&gt;bay Quảng Châu&lt;/a&gt;. Khi nào có dịp tui sẽ kể lại cho nghe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngày hôm sau, tui vơ đại một bọc bánh Chocopie để ăn. Trước khi ăn tui cũng để ý expiry date rồi, mà ko có thấy trên vỏ, nên tui ăn luôn. Ăn cái đầu tiên tui không để ý coi cái bánh có mốc meo làm sao không. Đến cái thứ hai, tui thấy có gì trắng trắng như mạng nhện bao bên ngoài cái bánh. Kinh quá tui mở hết mấy cái còn lại ra, thì cái nào cũng bị mốc lên hết, ặc ặc. Theo "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;phương pháp bao đồng&lt;/span&gt;" (or whatever) thì bảo đảm cái tui vừa ăn cũng bị mốc. Hoảng quá, tui quăng hết vào sọt rác để phi tang chứng cứ, rồi ngồi đó chờ ... tiêu chảy cấp. Tui nghĩ bụng "hay là móc họng để ói hết ra", nhưng không làm vì đó giờ chưa làm bao giờ, tui toàn để thức ăn đi ra theo đường tự nhiên thôi. Khoảng 20, 30p sau đó tui cảm thấy nghẹt thở, ngực nặng nề, tay chân mỏi mệt rã rời, tui than thầm trong bụng "thôi rồi, kì này thê thảm rồi". Ngồi nghĩ một chút, tui đi ... đánh tennis, he he, vì nghĩ là nếu bị sao cũng có thằng em nó giúp mình.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vậy đó, tui còn mấy tấm hình minh họa, bữa nào up lên.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-5388805429861094079?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/5388805429861094079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=5388805429861094079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5388805429861094079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5388805429861094079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/11/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='A series of unfortunate events'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2319633642769918900</id><published>2007-11-01T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:46:22.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><title type='text'>Internet for Idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Came across these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ^5 - High Five&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; addy - address (as in eMail)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ADN - Any Day Now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; AFAIK - As Far As I Know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; AFK - Away From Keyboard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; AKA - Also Known As (also a/k/a)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ARE - Acronym-Rich Environment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ATM - According To Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ATTN - Attention&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BAK - Back At the Keyboard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BBIAB - Be Back In A Bit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BBL - Be Back Later&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BBS - Be Back Soon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;beg&gt; - Big Evil Grin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BFD - Big F***ing Deal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BFN - Bye For Now (also B4N)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;bg&gt; - big grin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BIF - Basis In Fact&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BION - Believe It Or Not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BIOYIOP - Blow It Out Your I/O Port&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BL - Belly Laughing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BRB - Be Right Back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BTA - But Then Again...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BTSOOM - Beats The Sh*t Out Of Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; BTW - By The Way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; CU - see you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; CUA - Commonly Used Acronym(s) or Common User Access&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; CUL - see you Later (also CUL8ER)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; CWYL - Chat With Ya Later&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; CYA - see Ya or Cover Your A**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; CYO - see You Online&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; DBA - Doing Business As (also d/b/a)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; DFLA - Disenhanced Four-Letter Acronym (that is, a TLA)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; DIKU - Do I Know You?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; DITYID - Did I Tell You I'm Distressed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; DTRT - Do The Right Thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;eg&gt; - Evil Grin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; EMFBI - Excuse Me For Butting In&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; EOM - End Of Message (no comments)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; EOT - End Of Thread (end of discussion)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ETLA - Enhanced Three-Letter Acronym (that is, an FLA)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; F2F - Face to Face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; FAQ - (list of) Frequently Asked Question(s)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; FISH - First In, Still Here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; FLA - Four-Letter Acronym&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; FOMCL - Falling Off My Chair Laughing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; FUBAR - F*cked Up Beyond All Recognition&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; FUD - (spreading) Fear, Uncertainty &amp;amp; Doubt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; FWIW - For What It's Worth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; FYA - For Your Amusement&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; FYEO - For Your Eyes Only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; FYI - For Your Information&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;g&gt; - grin (&lt;g&gt; - big grin)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; GA - Go Ahead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; GAL - Get A Life!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; GIGO - Garbage In, Garbage Out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; GIWIST - Gee, I Wish I'd Said That!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; GMTA - Great Minds Think Alike&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; GOL - Giggling Out Loud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; GR&amp;amp;D - Grinning, Running &amp;amp; Ducking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; GTRM - Going To Read Mail&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; HHOK - Ha Ha, Only Kidding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; HHOS - Ha Ha, Only Serious&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; HNG - Horny Net Geek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; HTD - Have To Disagree...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; HTH - Hope This Helps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; HTHBE - Hope This Has Been Enlightening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IAC - In Any Case&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IAE - In Any Event&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IANAL - I Am Not A Lawyer, but... (also IANAxxx, such as IANACPA)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IC - I see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ICAM - I Couldn't Agree More&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ICOWHMGOWYHH - I Can Only Wonder How Many Glasses Of Wine You Have Had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ID - I Disagree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IHA - I Hate Acronyms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IIRC - If I Remember Correctly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ILY - I Love You (also ILU)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IMAO - In My Arrogant Opinion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IMCO - In My Considered Opinion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IMHO - In My Humble Opinion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IMNSHO - In My Not-So-Humble Opinion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IMO - In My Opinion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; INC - Illegitimi Non Carborundum (Latin: don't let the b*stards wear you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; down)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IOW - In Other Words&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IPN - I'm Posting Naked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IRL - In Real Life (that is, when not chatting)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; IRT - In Real Time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ITA - I Totally Agree!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ITRW - In The Real World&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; JAT - Just A Thought&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; JFU - Just For You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; JIC - Just In Case&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; JK - Just Kidding (also j/k)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; JMHO - Just My Humble Opinion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; JMO - Just My Opinion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; KWIM? - Know What I Mean?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; L8R - Later (also L8TR)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; LBAY - Laughing Back At You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; LD - Later, Dude&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; LDR - Long-Distance Relationship&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; LLTA - Lots and Lots of Thunderous Applause&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; LMAO - Lauging My Ass Off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; LOL - Laughing Out Loud or Lots Of Luck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; LOLBAY - Laughing Out Loud Back At You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; LTM - Laugh To Myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; LTNS - Long Time, No See&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; M/F? - Male or Female? (also MorF)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; MEGO - My Eyes Glazed Over (booorrring)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; MHOTY - My Hat's Off To You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; MINK - Multiple Income, No Kids (NIMK?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; mm - merrily met (greeting)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; MMHA2U - My Most Humble Apologies to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; MOOS - Member Of the Opposite Sex (also MOTOS)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; MOSS - Member Of the Same Sex (also MOTSS)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; MOTD - Message Of The Day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; mp - merrily parted (farewell)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; MUD - Multi-User Dungeon (or Dimension)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; NBIF - No Basis In Fact&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; NBIR - No Basis In Reality (where am I; is this Kansas?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; NFW - No F*cking Way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; NP - No Problem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; NRN - No Reply Necessary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; NS - 'Nuff Said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; OIC - Oh, I see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; OLL - On-Line Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; OMG - Oh My God!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; OOTB - Out Of The Box (brand new, ready to roll)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; OPM - Other People's Money&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; OTF - On The Floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; OTOH - On The Other Hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; OTOOH - On The Other, Other Hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; OTP - On The Phone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; OTTH - On The Third Hand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; OTTOMH - Off The Top Of My Head&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ::POOF:: - goodbye (leaving the chatroom)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PANS - Pretty Awesome New Stuff (as opposed to POTS)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PC - Politically Correct (or Personal Computer)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PCMCIA - People Can't Master Computer Industry Acronyms (Personal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; Computer Memory Card Int'l. Ass'n.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PDA - Public Display of Affection&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PDQ - Pretty Darn Quick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PEBCAK - Problem Exists Between Chair And Keyboard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PI or PIC - Politically Incorrect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PITA - Pain In The A**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PMFJI - Pardon Me For Jumping In (but eventually, you'll thank me)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PMJI - Pardon My Jumping In&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; POTS - Plain Old Telephone Service (or Pretty Old Tired Stuff)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; POV - Point Of View&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PPL - Peed Pants Laughing or People&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PU - that stinks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; PUTS - Playing Under The Sofa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; r - are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; re - regarding or hello again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; RL - Real Life (that is, when not chatting)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ROAR! - laughing as loud as a lion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ROFL - Rolling On Floor, Laughing (also ROF,L)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ROTFLMAOWPIMP - Rolling On The Floor, Laughing My A** Off, While Peeing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; In My Pants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ROTFLMBHO - Rolling On The Floor Laughing My Bloody Head Off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; ROTFLMBO - Rolling On The Floor, Laughing My Butt Off&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; RP - Romantic Partner&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; RPG - Role-Playing Games&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; RSN - Real Soon Now (often ironic)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; RTFM - Read The F*cking Manual (or Message)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; RW - Real World (outside cyberspace)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; RYO - Roll Your Own (write your own program)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;seg&gt; - Sh*t-Eating Grin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; SHOUTING - Not an acronym; it's bad netiquette to leave Caps Lock on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; SHOUTING IS HARD TO READ.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; SINK - Single Income, No Kids&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; SITD - Still In The Dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; sm - smiley&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; SNAFU - Situation Normal, All F*cked Up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; SO - Significant Other&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; SOL - Smiling Out Loud or Sadly, Outta Luck (really, there's another&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; version?!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; SOMY - Sick Of Me Yet?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; STD - Sick To Death (a term of disdain, rather than an update on the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; author's well-being)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; STS - Sorry To Say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TAF - That's All, Folks!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TAFN - That's All For Now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TANSTAAFL - There Ain't No Such Thing As A Free Lunch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TAT - Tête-A-Tête&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TCN - Take Care Now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TFH - Thread From Hell (a discussion that just won't die)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TFI - The Fact Is ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TFM - Thanks From Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TFMT - Thanks From Me, Too!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TGIF - Thank God It's Friday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; THX - Thanks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TIA - Thanks In Advance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TIC - Tongue In Cheek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TIG - This Is Great!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TIIC - The Idiots In Charge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TLA - Three-Letter Acronym (such as this)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TPTB - The Powers That Be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TTFN - Ta Ta For Now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TTYL - Talk To You Later (or TLK2UL8R or TYL)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TXS - Thanks! (sincere and heartfelt - really!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TYSM - Thank You So Much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; TYVM - Thank You Very Much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; u - you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; UAPITA - You're A Pain In The A**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; unPC - Politically Incorrect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;vbg&gt; - very big grin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;vbseg&gt; - Very Big Sh*t-Eating Grin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; VWP - Very Well Put&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; W4W - Word for Word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WAGS - What A Great Story!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WAI - What An Inspiration!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WB - Welcome Back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WDALYIC - Who Died And Left You In Charge?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WFM - Works For Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WIBNI - Wouldn't It Be Nice If...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WP - Well Put&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WT? - What/Who The...?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WTFO - What The F*ck? - Over!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WTG - Way To Go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WTGP? - Want To Go Private?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WTS - With That Said&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WU? - What's Up?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WUF? - Where are you From?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; WYSIWYG - What You See Is What You Get&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; XOXO - kisses and hugs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; XX - kisses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; Y2K - Year 2000 calendar concerns&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; YAAG - You Are A Genius&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; YABR - You Are Being Replaced&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; YGBSM - You've Gotta Be Sh*ttin' Me!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; YMMV - Your Mileage May Vary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; YRR - You 'R' Right (I give...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;i&gt; YVMW - You're Very Much Welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.sg/search?q=pmji+imho+nrn+om&amp;amp;ie=utf-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;aq=t&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2319633642769918900?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2319633642769918900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2319633642769918900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2319633642769918900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2319633642769918900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/11/internet-for-idiots.html' title='Internet for Idiots'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-9120233136274809305</id><published>2007-10-30T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:26:33.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Show'/><title type='text'>Van Son in Singapore (phần 2)</title><content type='html'>Hôm nay mới có cơ hội viết tiếp bài này hầu quý vị.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuối cùng thì tui cũng có một cái vé free. Số là đứa em đánh tennis cùng với tui cho tui một cái vé. Trước đó tui có liên lạc lại mấy lần với con nhỏ bán vé, nhưng nó cứ lười gặp tui, lần lừa mãi ko chịu giao vé, chứ không tui cũng mua rồi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khi sắp diễn, tui cất cây dù ở chỗ giữ đồ, vì người ta không cho mang gì vào đó hết (ngay cả nước). Không hiểu xem 4h liên tục ko nghỉ giữa hiệp, mà ko cho mang nước vào thì sao người ta sống (mặc dù sau đó tui thấy có người cũng mang nước vào).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/b4035e91.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/a254ee2e.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vì &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;được &lt;/span&gt;ngồi ở trên lầu, nên tui mới thấy được toàn cảnh sân khấu từ xa. Sương mù mờ mờ ảo ảo, một cái màn hình lớn bên tay trái, 4 cái màn hình nhỏ (được cắt ra từ một cái màn hình lớn khác) bên tay phải, sân khấu đặt lệch lệch, đèn đuốc chói lòa. Tui nhìn lên sân khấu cứ như là người trần được nhìn vào chốn bồn lai tiên cảnh vì cảm giác lúc đó rất là "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unreal&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Không có Việt Thảo, hơi thất vọng. Lần đầu được xem một chương trình live như thế này, nên tui ... không diễn tả được. Cho đến khi MC giới thiệu Ngọc Hạ, tui hú lên một tiếng dài. He he, nếu quý vị có dịp xem DVD (hay DVDrip) này trong vòng vài tháng tới đây, mà nếu nghe thấy một tiếng hú dài, thì đó là tiếng của tui đấy (hy vọng biên tập viên không cắt tiếng của tui đi). Sau khi hết chương trình, tui quên mất hôm đó Ngọc Hạ hát bài gì luôn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tui có thâu lại toàn bộ chương trình hôm đó, về nhà nghe lại chỉ thấy tiếng bùm bùm, xẹt xẹt, rè rè, bởi vì âm thanh hôm đó (bass, treble tè lè) lớn quá, vượt ngưỡng của cái MP3 player của tui, nên không nghe được cái gì cả.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Người ta không cho chụp hình, quay phim gì trong đó cả.  Nhưng tui tranh thủ chớp được một tí cho bài tường thuật thêm phần sinh động.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lúc ra về tui quên mất là phải lấy lại cây dù, vì phải ra mượn tiền thằng em để về (vì card hết tiền từ hôm kia, mà chưa topup được). Hôm qua có người ở UCC gọi điện cho tui lên lấy cây dù, nếu không nó sẽ dispose he he. Tiếc một cái là không biết ở lại một tí để cho ca sĩ chụp hình chung với mình, chứ không bây giờ mình cũng có vài tấm hình rồi. Tiếc quá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxcN3CL2D5o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxcN3CL2D5o&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-9120233136274809305?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/9120233136274809305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=9120233136274809305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/9120233136274809305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/9120233136274809305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/van-son-in-singapore-phn-2.html' title='Van Son in Singapore (phần 2)'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1945620850002210836</id><published>2007-10-26T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:12:30.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>Em tập lái xe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RyHqKL6sgJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Z7y9pnT2Yl8/s1600-h/DSCN7113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RyHqKL6sgJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Z7y9pnT2Yl8/s400/DSCN7113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125635311642902674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hình mới nhất mẹ bé mới gửi.&lt;br /&gt;Mặc áo thì phanh bụng ra,&lt;br /&gt;không biết có mặc quần không.&lt;br /&gt;Nhìn cái tay kìa,&lt;br /&gt;ngón cái lúc nào&lt;br /&gt;cũng kẹp vô giữa ngón trỏ và ngón giữa.&lt;br /&gt;Thương quá đi mất.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1945620850002210836?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1945620850002210836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1945620850002210836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1945620850002210836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1945620850002210836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/em-tp-li-xe.html' title='Em tập lái xe'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RyHqKL6sgJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Z7y9pnT2Yl8/s72-c/DSCN7113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-6656620095036002344</id><published>2007-10-25T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:10:41.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Xi'an - Day 3 (cont.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;City Wall: the 13.7km circuit&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1746254400/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2217/1746254400_f771c397a7.jpg" alt="071019-CityWall1" border="0" height="65" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of Southern Gate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to the South Gate of City Wall at 3:00pm. I stayed at the southern side of the city, and books keep telling that Southern Gate is the best way to start. Moreover, even locals never wander near the train station except when they really need, and the the train station is at the Northern gate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/5d957fbb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/b1343a20.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you ever wonder how deep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/71f94f4a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/315f287d.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;...and how high the wall is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This wall is the best preserved and the widest wall in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. After renting a bicycle for 20RMB for 100 minutes, and 5 more RMB for every 30 minutes thereafter, I started to go to the west.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1746529893/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2052/1746529893_587c00004f_m.jpg" alt="P1100876" border="0" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1746597921/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2253/1746597921_5c0d99ad90_m.jpg" alt="P1100867" border="0" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;the starting point&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Normally it takes 60 minutes to cycle around the wall, but I was not there to challenge any record. I stopped at every gate along the wall (it has 16 gates), chatting with people, asking them for taking my photos (I did not bring my tripod with me this trip), taking photos at every part of the city along the wall. Some parts of the city are modernized, some parts are preserved with an ancient look, naturally or artificially. Most parts are still old, poor, damaged, unpreserved, and most people are living in old apartments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1758488901/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2240/1758488901_dc0203e63c.jpg" alt="071019-CityWall5" border="0" height="93" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Symmetry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1758505309/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2134/1758505309_45f74ec621.jpg" alt="071019-CityWall12" border="0" height="107" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Construction in progress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1758520519/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2219/1758520519_52da3cdbeb.jpg" alt="071019-CityWall18" border="0" height="289" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside of the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1758542877/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2153/1758542877_1bb770d88a.jpg" alt="071019-CityWall22" border="0" height="132" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1758619497/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2283/1758619497_543163d9d9.jpg" alt="071019-CityWall25" border="0" height="84" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1758643345/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2325/1758643345_0884d61ad1.jpg" alt="071019-CityWall35" border="0" height="121" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xi'an train station, looking from the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1758681333/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2229/1758681333_8fa6d97dbd.jpg" alt="071019-CityWall36" border="0" height="93" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1759543040/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2159/1759543040_949db89946.jpg" alt="071019-CityWall39" border="0" height="170" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another corner of the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cycling on top of the City Wall is an amazing experience. But if you are in a hurry, riding in high speed is uncomfortable. The road is not cemented but was tiled with bricks that make the surface rough. When I came back to the starting points, it was 6:00pm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Air&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1759593506/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2003/1759593506_15f72a9d4c_m.jpg" alt="P1110073" border="0" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I first arrived at the train station, I saw a lot of fog. My friend told me that it was not fog but smoke, and dust. I hardly believed him, as I thought the weather was cold, it was easy to have fog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 days later, I knew he was right. Not only &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Xi’an&lt;/st1:city&gt; but also all cities in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are covered by this compound of “smoke, dust and maybe fog” to produce something that covers the air. The city is heavily polluted. My 3 hours on top of the wall coated me a layer of dust even when I tried to focus with my camera, it focused to the layer of dust on the lens cover.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-6656620095036002344?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/6656620095036002344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=6656620095036002344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6656620095036002344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6656620095036002344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/xian-day-3-cont.html' title='Xi&apos;an - Day 3 (cont.)'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2217/1746254400_f771c397a7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-5894528945377624909</id><published>2007-10-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:46:52.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Xi'an - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1745517945/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/1745517945_2c884c2c00.jpg" alt="071019-Museum2" border="0" height="96" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shănxi History Museum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1746391752/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2020/1746391752_8ce70770b2.jpg" alt="071019-BigGoose3" border="0" height="100" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Square in the back of Big Wild Goose Pagoda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I drew a plan for me this day. As I had a map bought yesterday at the museum, I felt life easier, and it really was. Intending to visit 3 places in the morning, but finally I only had enough time to visit 2. I spent lots of time at the museum, and just have less than enough for the Pagoda near by. Both my batteries drained out and I couldn’t take a photo with Xuánzàng in front of the gate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Walking to the Pagoda from the Museum took me 15 minutes, as on the way, I helped an old woman cross the street, and she also went to the pagoda. We didn't talk much (as we didn't understand each other's language), but I knew she was from Beijing, and was visiting Xi'an.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1747658582/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2265/1747658582_88fad760c2_m.jpg" alt="P1100780" border="0" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The main tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really impressed by the pagoda. The Pagoda lies on a really big square. Entering the square from the back (of the pagoda), I saw many new shops, restaurants with an ancient construction. Walking along the pathway to the Main Gate, next to the Statue "Gongsun flying sword", I saw many old couples dancing happily following a soft, low and slow music coming from nowhere. Suddenly, I felt very happy, all my troubles seemed so far away (c.f. Yesterday).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1746722895/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2322/1746722895_a5b62acf74.jpg" alt="071019-BigGoose6-1" border="0" height="60" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People dancing, the Pagoda is on the left, behind the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1745999565/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2047/1745999565_4049a120de_m.jpg" alt="P1100746" border="0" height="210" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gongsun Flying Sword&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/c57f215b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/ec452855.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;in front of one of these shops. what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;they should have placed a knife than a rope.&lt;br /&gt;(tạm dịch: vào đây rồi chết nhé con - vì mắc quá)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/5dd80db5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/accfd67b.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;do you know what is it? it's a toilet! (really amazed, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-5894528945377624909?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/5894528945377624909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=5894528945377624909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5894528945377624909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5894528945377624909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/xian-day-3.html' title='Xi&apos;an - Day 3'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2294/1745517945_2c884c2c00_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1504738046277702262</id><published>2007-10-23T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:46:19.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Xi'an - Day 2</title><content type='html'>Waking up at 6:30, I knew that I had not enough time to go to Xi’an Jiaotong University in early morning to take some fresh photos. Wearing like a moron, as I usually do, I went straight to Nan Yang Hotel. It was really cold this morning, as cold as last night. I had a Western-like breakfast. My mood was the same as last night. Next I went to the conference room, stayed there for 4 straight hours, listened to some speeches while sleeping as if I was attending some lectures in NUS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1708689981/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1708689981/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2092/1708689981_1963442c6c_m_d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by… so slowly… and suddenly it was lunch time. I had a late chat with the Taiwanese professor, then a student from Xi’an Jiaotong. Took some photos with the long banner in front of the hotel. Learnt that I couldn’t book the train that I had planned to go. I had to choose another train. My plan shuffled. Anyway, things were resolved, I had a backup plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to access to the internet, but couldn’t. The hotel was covered by “China Mobile Network”, which required an account to log in and unfortunately I don’t have. That was the moment I really wanted to go online for a couple of minutes, to say hello to my wife, to tell her I’m ok here. I missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged myself to one of the conference room to look for my friend, my savior. Stayed there for some talks, we disappeared together as he had a shopping plan with his girl friend, and I joined him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the fun began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he passed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shănxi History Museum&lt;/span&gt; to pick up his girl friend. “If you visit one museum in China, make it this one, for its unrivaled collection of treasures – c.f. Frommer’s”. Fine! I will visit it tomorrow morning. On the way to the Museum, about 300m away, it’s the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Great Goose Pagoda&lt;/span&gt;. This is the best known temple in Xi’an, and worth a visit. This is the place that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iep.utm.edu/x/xuanzang.htm"&gt;Xuánzàng&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;housed the scriptures. (Xuánzàng: the master of the Monkey King in Journey to the West).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1708907839/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2043/1708907839_a684b24638.jpg" alt="071018-CityWall3-crop" border="0" height="153" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1709018895/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2309/1709018895_0542a14ec9.jpg" alt="071018-CityWall2-crop" border="0" height="138" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Southern Gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1710346840/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2025/1710346840_69f7902d9f.jpg" alt="071018-XianByNight5" border="0" height="193" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1709595985/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2029/1709595985_1ee6facf46.jpg" alt="071018-XianByNight6" border="0" height="142" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Southern Gate&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;City Wall&lt;/span&gt;. It’s the biggest Gate of the city. Going through the gate took us to an artificially ancient corner, which houses restaurant, KTV and shops. That was the perfect impression to any visitor about the ancient capital of China, especially by the effect of lights and under the darkness of the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1711520048/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2252/1711520048_97b8d4d2b9_m.jpg" alt="P1100420-crop" border="0" height="165" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lhnkhang/1711524018/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2397/1711524018_88d9a1ca1e_m.jpg" alt="P1100471-crop" border="0" height="165" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell and Drum Towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the Bell Tower by walking over the seemingly Orchard-road of Xi’an. This is another face of Xi’an, which is modernized, active and of course, crowded. The Bell Tower is 300 meters away from its brother, the Drum Tower. Along with the city wall, they were once the statues of the city, one to wake the city up, another to close a working day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at out shopping destination: Islamic street. This street is considered the busiest antique street that also serves many authentic Xi'an cuisines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/eef49370.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/ad16eb8b.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/67958687.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/4d652acf.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/093b1775.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/829802c2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/34d215f7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/1e844b67.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/fbb90ff2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/21704fcc.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/3d28bd08.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/4ecaab8b.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/b4d93db0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/a56a1dd7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/72b8a82c.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/4bec5c5e.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1504738046277702262?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1504738046277702262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1504738046277702262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1504738046277702262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1504738046277702262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/xian-day-2.html' title='Xi&apos;an - Day 2'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2043/1708907839_a684b24638_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-3791419356007191104</id><published>2007-10-23T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:27:37.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Xi'an - Day 1</title><content type='html'>Arrived at Xi’an at about 4:30pm. The first impression was the gray, high, solid city wall in front of the train station. My friend was there already to pick me up. Taxi is cheap here. You can go almost everywhere in the city for less than $3 per trip. On the taxi, he then told me something that I’d never expected: he would leave Xi’an in two days. It meant that my guide would leave me here alone. At that time I didn’t know how I could handle for the next few days. I had a huge list of places worth visiting, and without a guide, it would be really hard for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After signing up for the conference at Nan Yang hotel, he took me to look for a cheap hotel. It was not far, about 500 meters from Nan Yang hotel, and in front of Jiaotong University, just across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the dinner later, I met the young but interesting Taiwanese professor. Half an hour later, prof. Shu Chang came. And the chat later was in Chinese. Being as desperate as I was 1 hour before, I didn’t mind leaving, and sat there to listen to the boring and meaningless discussion between them. An hour later, they stopped, and we left the hotel. Prof. Shu and we wandered for some minutes before we headed back to our respective hotels, and I called it a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-3791419356007191104?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/3791419356007191104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=3791419356007191104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3791419356007191104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3791419356007191104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/xian-day-1.html' title='Xi&apos;an - Day 1'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8100296551872761590</id><published>2007-10-23T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:43:09.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guangzhou Airport</title><content type='html'>Lâu lắm rồi mới có dịp thảnh thơi ngồi vào internet trên máy tính của mình. Mà kiếm được chỗ có mạng để ngồi cũng trần ai lắm, đâu có đơn giản.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sân bay Guảng Châu rộng lắm, rộng hơn Changi nhiều, rộng đến nỗi Departure Hall (chỗ để tiễn thôi, chưa check in đó) đã 3 tầng, quá chừng shop, đi mỏi cả chân vẫn ko hết. Đúng là đất Trung Quốc rộng ko biết làm gì cho hết. Nó rộng lan ra cả taxi way cho máy bay nữa. Thông thường máy bay đáp xuống chỉ cần đi khoảng 3, 4 p là đến terminal rồi, còn ở đây đi phải hơn 10p. Wireless internet ở Departure Hall có đến gần chục cái, mà chẳng có cái nào vô được cả. Đi lòng vòng cả hơn 4h đồng hồ, qua cả Arrival Hall, định vào Business Center vào internet, nhưng may mắn thấy cái quán McDonalds này, thế là định cư ở đây luôn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiếm được internet là một vấn đề, kiếm được power source là vấn đề khác. Sau khi dùng mọi thứ để diễn tả cho đứa phục vụ hiểu là mình cần kiếm chỗ để cắm cái nguồn vào, nó chỉ vào chỗ này (mà có người dùng rồi) và nói là ở đây chỉ có chỗ này cắm được thôi. Đứng đợi khoảng 1/2 tiếng thì tới lượt mình, kêu đại cái gì đó để ăn (để có lý do ngồi đây) rồi thảnh thơi vào internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Định vào blog thông báo tí tình hình cho mọi người được biết để khỏi phải lo lắng, nhưng vào hoài ko được. Hì hục mãi mới vào được cái "new entry" chứ vẫn không coi được trang chính luôn. Hy vọng chút nữa submit nó đồng ý, chứ tui nghi nó sẽ "not responding" lắm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vừa vào trang compose thì nó ra như thế này, toàn tiếng TQ thôi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/4c48c130.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/891e69e2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thông báo với các "frequent readers", là ngày mai tui sẽ về tới Singapore, ai rảnh thì ra đón tui nha, ai bận thì nhín chút thời gian để ra đón tui, vì mấy khi có dịp tui đi Trung Quốc về đâu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Đính chính: Sau khi check in, đi vào Waiting Room mới thấy là ở trong sân bay này nhỏ xíu, chỉ được cái dài ngoằn. Đi mỏi cả chân đến cuối hành lang mới thấy được cổng lên máy bay của tui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8100296551872761590?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8100296551872761590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8100296551872761590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8100296551872761590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8100296551872761590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/guangzhou-airport.html' title='Guangzhou Airport'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1856334722623259383</id><published>2007-10-15T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:22:26.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>China Embassy break-down</title><content type='html'>From Clementi MRT, it takes 25 minute bus (105, 106; 7 also can) and 10 minute walk (including 5 minute waiting at red light) to arrive at China Embassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they were closed last week (yeah I arrived there last week), so obviously they had much more demand than ever the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived there at 9:20, the queue was longer than I expected. The pavement, normally empty, is an ideal queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/2fc4bd74.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/c795cceb.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, it didn't rain at that time, and unfortunately, sun shone, and I didn't bring my umbrella. In the middle of this testing phase, I saw an ambulance coming. It stopped in front of the gate, and some ppl from the car rushed into the office. After a while, a staff/security guy was carried out with an oxygen mask on his face. So it was not someone on the queue that was down, but someone from the inside, with conditioned air, no sun ray. Hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After slowly marching over 100 steps in 40 minutes, I got to the other end of the queue, soaked with sweat. The queue seemed endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/8b28962e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/2673cc88.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid talking with staffs there, unless you can speak chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got inside, there were two more queues. Be wise to choose the right queue, as one queue is for taking photos and photocopying, another is for taking another queue number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, find a seat and relax. No wireless can be found here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hour later, I was called. Submitting the documents and saying something to the staff there took less than &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;half a minute&lt;/span&gt;. I got out with a receipt in hand. It might be the easiest visa-application process ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny part was yet to come. When I got out, it starts to rain. I ran as fast as I could to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second &lt;/span&gt;bus stop, as there is no bus to Clementi at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I sat down, it rained heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2AWsB104KMM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2AWsB104KMM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm the lonely man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1856334722623259383?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1856334722623259383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1856334722623259383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1856334722623259383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1856334722623259383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/china-embassy-break-down.html' title='China Embassy break-down'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1057089105858772350</id><published>2007-10-12T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:52:40.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vân Sơn in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/Rw-KD_G0I0I/AAAAAAAAACI/OGQa9VRRljA/s1600-h/Singaporeflyer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/Rw-KD_G0I0I/AAAAAAAAACI/OGQa9VRRljA/s400/Singaporeflyer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120463102427800386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sắp được gặp ca sĩ mình thích rồi. Yaaahúuuuuuu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vào thứ ba tuần này thằng em nó nói là Vân Sơn sắp biểu diễn ở Singapore, tui mới biết. Bất ngờ ghê. Ai ngờ VS sang đây biểu diễn, vào cuối tuần (ngày mai), ngay tại NUS mới kinh chứ. Lạng quạng đi lòng vòng trong trường gặp Việt Thảo phỏng vấn nữa. Nhưng dạo này mình lười, ít đi loanh quanh, chứ nếu đi ra Orchard road có khi gặp các ca sĩ cũng nên.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hí ha hí hửng về gọi điện cho thằng bán vé, nhưng nó hết vé giảm giá cho SV rồi (dù nó mới bán 5 vé tặng 1 cho thằng em mình hôm qua). Quyết định ko đi (coi ai lỗ biết liền), dù trong lòng vẫn hy vọng đến cận ngày mà ko bán hết thế nào cũng giảm nữa à, còn không thì cho vào free như hồi ở Đài Loan vậy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quên bặt đi mấy ngày, cho đến hồi chiều gặp ông anh, sực nhớ ra là ngày mai diễn rồi. Ngồi tám một hồi từ tennis đến Trung Quốc, Vân Sơn, Duyên Dáng Việt Nam rồi David Copperfield, may là ảnh tới trạm phải xuống, chứ ko nói một hồi chắc tới Iraq luôn quá! Trước khi xuống xe, ảnh còn thòng thêm một câu "về gọi điện cho nó lại đi em, chắc còn vé đó".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tối gọi điện lại, thằng bán vé bán cái qua một con nhỏ khác. Gọi cho nhỏ đó, nó kêu lên Bugis lấy vé.&lt;br /&gt;"Xa thế bạn, mai bạn có vô trường ko?"&lt;br /&gt;"Vậy trước giờ diễn bạn gặp mình lấy vé luôn nha"&lt;br /&gt;"Thôi mình sợ lúc đó cập rập lắm, trưa mình lấy đi"&lt;br /&gt;"Ừ vậy mai bạn gọi lại cho mình nha"&lt;br /&gt;Trưa mai có hai thằng hâm đánh tennis (nếu trời không/hết mưa), tiện thể lấy vé luôn. Hy vọng mai nó ko trở mặt với mình.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tóm lại ngày mai có thể tui sẽ đi coi Vân Sơn, vé sinh viên ($25), được nhìn ngắm tận mắt các ca sĩ mà tui yêu thích (theo thứ tự alphabet: Ngọc Hạ, Trường Vũ, Diễm Liên, Don Hồ và Quang Minh, Hồng Đào, Việt Thảo). Ai đó nhớ nhắc tui cầm theo ống nhòm, vì vé sinh viên chắc ngồi sau chót quá.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1057089105858772350?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1057089105858772350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1057089105858772350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1057089105858772350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1057089105858772350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/vn-sn-in-singapore.html' title='Vân Sơn in Singapore'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/Rw-KD_G0I0I/AAAAAAAAACI/OGQa9VRRljA/s72-c/Singaporeflyer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-4409331177466857839</id><published>2007-10-06T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T11:00:47.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vạn sự khởi đầu nan</title><content type='html'>- Day 1 (one day after my return): Nhận được PIN mới, nhưng vẫn ko vào internet banking được. Thế là cái cục "second layer security" bị hư, mặc dù vẫn thấy số hiện lên.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (Still) day 1: sáng hùng hục chạy lên đại sứ quán xin visa, nhưng nó đóng cửa cả tuần rồi. Lầm lũi đi về. Lý do: quốc khánh. Thế tại sao Singapore không cho nghỉ ngày này nhỉ? Dân số nước đó ở đây đông lắm mà?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Day 2: sáng lên trường sớm, ngoan ghê! Vừa lên đến trường, lấy máy tính ra mới biết là để quên nguồn ở nhà&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/102.gif" /&gt;. Lại hùng hục đi về. Mất gần cả buổi sáng. Xui xẻo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kết luận: vận xui kết thúc ở đây, vì "bất quá tam" mà.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-4409331177466857839?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/4409331177466857839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=4409331177466857839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4409331177466857839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4409331177466857839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/vn-s-khi-u-nan.html' title='Vạn sự khởi đầu nan'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1423989180084035400</id><published>2007-10-02T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T03:27:38.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta về ta tắm ao ta</title><content type='html'>1. Thằng nhỏ thế mà khôn. Mới 2 tháng tuổi mà đã thấm nhuần tư tưởng "Người Việt Nam xài hàng Việt Nam". Cụ thể là tui có nhiều loại bình sữa khác nhau: Avent, Pigeon, Farlin,... có cái sản xuất ở Anh, Đài loan, Mỹ, có cái được mua ở Pháp, Singapore... Tính tổng cộng chắc khoảng trên dưới 8 bình. Thế mà cu cậu không thèm bú bình nào cả, chê mãi cho đến khi đút vào miệng cái bình nhỏ xíu mua ở Việt Nam, do Việt Nam sản xuất, núm vú cao su.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Update: nhưng giờ nó lại chê tiếp cái bình Việt Nam nữa rồi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Bún riêu 4000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/384345a7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/74789561.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tui đã ăn cái quán này khi còn nhỏ xíu, cái thời mà ba tui còn làm ở Trạm Thú Y huyện Thủ Đức. Mỗi lần ba dẫn tui lên cơ quan chơi đều ghé vào quán này ăn sáng. Sau đó khi vào cấp 3, mỗi khi có ít tiền đều vào đây ăn sáng. 15 năm trước chỉ có 2000đ một tô thôi, bây giờ vật giá leo thang, nhưng quán vẫn giữ được "bản sắc" bún riêu rẻ, tăng lên thành 4000đ. Đây chắc là loại hàng tăng giá ít nhất trong vòng 15 năm qua mà chất lượng vẫn như xưa. Quán nằm ở mặt tiền đàng hoàng, bàn ghế cao ráo (không sạch sẽ lắm) thoáng mát. Hôm đó tui và ba mỗi người ăn 2 tô, húp xì xụp, cay xè (vì bỏ nhiều ớt) nhưng tui thấy ngon vô cùng, ngon hơn cả bún riêu $2 mỗi trưa thứ hai tui hay ăn ở Canteen NUS. Tuy giá rẻ nhưng mỗi tô vẫn có được 4 miếng chả (chắc lượng bột chiếm &gt;75%) và một cục mộc. Rau thì ăn vô tư. Chắc hôm đó ăn trễ nên hết rau, tui phải ăn 2 tô mới đủ sở hụi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get there: Nằm trong làng Đại Học Thủ Đức, đường song song với Đoàn Văn Bá, khúc gần ĐHSPKT Thủ Đức. Từ cổng chính ĐH, băng qua đường, đi thằng bỏ vài ngã ba, ngã tư cho đến khi nào thấy tấm bạt có chữ "Bún Riêu 3000". Hoặc từ Sở Giáo Dục quận Thủ Đức, từ cổng quẹo phải, trước mặt là quán bún riêu đó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ốc móng tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/25391460.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/6ebddade.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kì lạ, trước giờ tui chưa bao giờ nghe đến loại ốc này. Dạo gần đây không biết người ta kiếm ở đâu ra. Hôm trước vào Metro thấy có bán. Tui mua về một mớ, hấp lên chấm nước mắm gừng. Thịt thơm thua thịt nghêu một tí, nhưng nhiều thịt, ngọt, giòn, dai. Đây là loại ốc mà tỉ lệ thịt/vỏ cao nhất tui được biết từ trước đến giờ. Tui nghĩ đặt tên nó là "sò móng tay" thì đúng hơn, nhưng chắc người ta thấy phô quá nên đổi thành ốc. Cái vỏ giống y chang cái móng tay, mỏng và dài. Vỏ không kín, ghép 2 cái vỏ lại thì vẫn còn lòi ra lỗ hổng ở hai đầu, con ốc nó còn lòi cái đầu ra nghoe nguẩy, nhìn rất ... kinh. Tui nghĩ loại ốc này mới xuất hiện gần đây, nhưng không hiểu sao nó lại xuất hiện được, hay là một loài nào đó ngoài hành tinh vừa xuống trái đất?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1423989180084035400?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1423989180084035400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1423989180084035400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1423989180084035400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1423989180084035400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/10/ta-v-ta-tm-ao-ta.html' title='Ta về ta tắm ao ta'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2564187652977459573</id><published>2007-09-20T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T02:53:17.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess Week (part 2)</title><content type='html'>This is my last shot before leaving Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. C**ppy N'US: I don't remember exactly but the slogan is something like: "Here we let you explore your maximum strength, that's the different between them n'us". Lots of $$$ have been paid for advertisements, resulting in a unreasonable excuse to students: "we don't have enough fund", not to mention their robotic-approval procedure that eliminates the remaining opportunity of  their students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mere SGD$500 with a lot of unnecessary warnings: quotation for air ticket must be made through their endorsed travel agents, which always connect to high-class airliners and the returned quotation always makes recipient feel dizzy and vomit; applicant must not proceed to purchase any ticket without endorsement. On acknowledging that that sum of money is fixed, why do they require a very high quotation? And on waiting of their endorsement, I lost $100 in purchasing the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Changi by night&lt;br /&gt;For those who catch early flight in the morning: Spend your night time at Changi or you lose $30. The experience at Changi@night is nice. Recommendations from friends are great. I received 3:&lt;br /&gt;- go for a coffee in the far corner of terminal 1 and have a nice and soft arm-chair,&lt;br /&gt;- go up one more level, walk around until you find a more comfortable wooden chairs with metal arms (than those in hall) in a glassy corridor, where you can see the airplane park,&lt;br /&gt;- Wireless@SG is compulsory for option 2. Disadvantage: you can't find more power if your battery drains out, even there is a plug. (this is the first time I use this internet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now sitting on the aforementioned chair, with my laptop on my thighs, my legs on my suitcases, my shoes on the floor, my bread aside, my battery draining out, Burger King in front, behind a glass wall. Changi is not sleeping, people are mopping the floor, adequate and sentimental music is coming down, announcement voice broadcasts periodically, airplanes are landing, airport polices are passing by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/0d016d4b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/4fb6dde7.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the place I'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I sleep? Should I awake to experience this Changi by night? Yet another voice from above: "... Gate will be close 10 minutes before departure. Thank you for your cooperation..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/8babaed4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/4abb0b41.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think this is innovative? I can't think of sleeping like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Vietnamese music in mainland.&lt;br /&gt;I am a detester of currently so-called "young" music in Vietnam. I also dislike young singer in Vietnam. I really feel uncomfortable hearing any song in that type. I like old songs, which were sung by My Linh, Hong Nhung, Thanh Lam, ... from 1997 to 2006. I love hearing "nhạc vàng" which is sung by oversea singers. How odd I am! I prefer oversea Vietnamese singers than mainland singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remind whether I was influenced by that kind of music when I was a child, but I used to collect many lyrics of "nhạc sến" when I was at secondary school. Only in 11th grade of high school, my friends introduced me to songs sung by ML, HN, TL and that was also the first time I've ever heard of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, here is one more reason: I used to collect/borrow "hải ngoại" tapes/cds. Sometimes I bought some mainland vietnamese discs, just to pretend that I also knew what was happening in Vietnamese music development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The introduce is over. This is the main purpose of this entry: I have just heard two Vietnamese songs presented by two singers, Hong Nhung and the young singer HAT. The former sings "Rồi Có Lúc" written by Lã Văn Cường (famously by the song Có Đôi Khi) , the latter sings "Tuyết rơi mùa hè" by Trần Lê Quỳnh (unbelievably I like 2 more songs by him: Chân Tình and Cô gái đến từ hôm qua). Why do I like them? Maybe the intro guitar in the beginning and during the song, the light voice of the singer, the influence of HongKong rhythm in the second song. Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2564187652977459573?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2564187652977459573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2564187652977459573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2564187652977459573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2564187652977459573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/09/recess-week-part-2.html' title='Recess Week (part 2)'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-6053963505949311741</id><published>2007-09-17T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:26:11.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em bé</title><content type='html'>Bà nội mới đi thăm em bé ngày hôm qua. Hình còn nóng hổi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/94ebcb35.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/19fac2c1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-6053963505949311741?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/6053963505949311741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=6053963505949311741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6053963505949311741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6053963505949311741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/09/em-b.html' title='Em bé'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-6240504621152309881</id><published>2007-09-16T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:13:02.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess week</title><content type='html'>1. Số con rệp: Hầu như lần nào chuẩn bị đi chơi tennis đều có trục trặc, nguyên nhân chính là thời tiết, nhì là xe cộ. Xe cộ: bus 96 sáng chủ nhật chạy rất mắc cười: 7am một chuyến, 7:35 một chuyến, 8:sth một chuyến, 8:40 một chuyến. Tui đi xe đạp có khi còn lên trường nhanh hơn nữa. Thời tiết: mưa miết. Mưa từ tối đến sáng. 8h sáng hết mưa, lật đật lên trường, 9h đến trường, trời lại mưa. **$$%#$ weather!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mấy năm rồi chưa được ăn tết trung thu ở nhà. Nhớ hồi nhỏ xíu mỗi khi đến trung thu được mấy người lớn chia cho miếng bánh trung thu nhỏ xíu, tui ăn nhín nhín từng tí, uống trà nóng, ngon lắm. Thời đó còn hay cúp điện, mà hay cúp ngay vào dịp trung thu, tối nào cũng cúp, mọi người nói là tại trung thu nên nhà nước cúp điện cho con nít thắp đèn cầy. Công nhận nhà nước thương thiếu nhi thiệt. "Trung thu trăng sáng như gương - Bác Hồ ngắm cảnh nhớ thương nhi đồng" mà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lần trước về VN, thấy người ta bán bánh trung thu rồi, cảnh mà lâu lắm rồi tui chưa có dịp được nhìn. Hồi còn học đại học, mỗi dịp trung thu, người ta bán bánh đầy trên đường 3/2, bày dần dần cho đến khi về tới Phước Bình tui vẫn còn thấy người ta bán; giống như 8/3 hay 14/2 hay 20/11, vài năm gần đây sinh viên bán hoa đầy đường để kiếm thêm thu nhập. Sau trung thu 1, 2 ngày, người ta bắt đầu trưng các bảng đại hạ giá, mua một tặng một, giảm giá 50%..., có chổ còn đại hạ giá ngay trước trung thu nữa, chắc mấy loại bánh đó chất lượng ko tốt, nên phải bán tống bán tháo sớm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bánh trung thu ngày xưa không được bỏ vô cái hộp nhựa nhỏ, rồi có bịch chống ẩm, rồi gói bao nylon từng cái riêng lại với nhau như bây giờ, mà bỏ chung 4 cái trần trụi như vậy vào một hộp giấy. Đến khi lấy ra ăn thì dầu trong bánh trung thu còn thấm xuống cả dưới hộp, giờ nghĩ lại thấy rất "traditional". Ở bên Sing này (hay Malay gì đó), người ta còn bỏ bánh trung thu vào trong cái hộp dài, như là cái hộp đựng vải vóc hồi xưa, cứng cáp, nhìn rất lịch sự. Trung thu năm ngoái bà chủ nhà cho nhà tui một hộp như vậy, nên nhớ hoài.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giờ tui cũng không thấy lồng đèn bao giấy kiếng thắp đèn cầy nữa. Đi đâu cũng thấy lồng đèn trung quốc, xài pin, lắp bóng đèn, bật lên còn có nhạc nữa. Em bé nhà tui cũng mới được tặng một cái lồng đèn trung quốc. Hồi xưa nhà tui ko có đèn kéo quân, tui chỉ nhìn lồng đèn của nhà hàng xóm thôi, mà thích lắm. Đốt đèn cầy một lúc thì lớp hình người, thú bên trong bắt đầu tự xoay, chiếu ra phía ngoài, hình ảnh nhảy múa nhìn rất cool. Giờ chỉ cần bật công tắc, lớp bên trong xoay, nhạc tò tí te, đèn chớp tắt, nhìn trơ trẻn, vô cảm vô cùng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sport:&lt;br /&gt;Federer won another grand slam title. He's now 2 short of Pete Sampras' record.&lt;br /&gt;Russia has just won Fed cup.&lt;br /&gt;After some hiccups in the beginning of the season, football is back to business.&lt;br /&gt;McLaren was punished by FIA, and lost all the constructor's points. This is disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last but not least, an old boy's gone, a new boy's come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hết pin. Tạm dừng ở đây vậy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-6240504621152309881?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/6240504621152309881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=6240504621152309881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6240504621152309881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6240504621152309881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/09/recess-week.html' title='Recess week'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2903666151032346236</id><published>2007-08-28T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T06:18:48.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Đại tướng</title><content type='html'>Người ta gọi hắn là đại tướng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mọi người luôn túc trực xung quanh hắn, trông chờ hắn ta nở một nụ cười, giật mình khi hắn ta la hét, hồi hộp khi hắn ta giật mình. Hắn ta không phải làm gì cả. Lúc nào cũng có người hầu hạ, lo chuyện cơm nước, tắm rửa, vệ sinh. Hắn rất ngầu. Mỏ hắn chu, mặt hắn đỏ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hắn ta có vệ sĩ 24/7. Hắn có đến 4 vệ sĩ, 2 người bảo vệ hắn vòng trong, 2 người bảo vệ hắn vòng ngoài. Thông thường một vệ sĩ on leave, chỉ có 3 người còn lại túc trực bên cạnh đại tướng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vào buổi tối, ở vòng trong, một vệ sĩ ngủ, một vệ sĩ khác vào internet, blóc bliếc này nọ. Mỗi khi hắn ta thức dậy, hắn ta phải thấy có người bên cạnh, rờ rẫm, sờ sẫm, mò mẫm hắn. Nếu không hắn sẽ la toáng lên.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hắn ta khó chịu như vậy, nhưng không ai phàn nàn, mà ngày càng yêu quý hắn hơn. Vì hắn ta là ... đại tướng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2903666151032346236?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2903666151032346236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2903666151032346236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2903666151032346236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2903666151032346236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-tng.html' title='Đại tướng'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2258164590775263511</id><published>2007-08-23T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:22:19.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Djokovic little trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/1Jf3AdnhwbjnUj6i3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/1Jf3AdnhwbjnUj6i3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="364" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2pknz_djokovics-little-trick_sport"&gt;Djokovic&amp;#039;s little trick :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/sportvideos"&gt;sportvideos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2258164590775263511?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2258164590775263511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2258164590775263511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2258164590775263511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2258164590775263511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/08/djokovic-little-trick.html' title='Djokovic little trick'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-9149088248980140051</id><published>2007-08-22T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:19:09.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cập nhật tình hình</title><content type='html'>1. Hành trình dài: thông báo là tui đã về Việt Nam rồi. Ở trên máy bay tui ngồi kế một con nhỏ người Mỹ, mà thoạt nhìn ban đầu thì giống Venus Williams, nhưng khi liếc xem hộ chiếu thì ko phải. Hôm nay tui xuống ở nhà ga mới, hiện đang cho Tiger Airways thử nghiệm. Nhà ga chỉ có bộ xương, chưa có gì cả, nhưng đẹp. Chưa có khu duty free, nên chẳng mua rượu được. Xếp hàng đợi làm thủ tục hải quan cả 30p. Ì à ì ạch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau khi làm một số chuyện (gặp gỡ, ăn uống, passport) hết gần 5h, tui mới về tới nhà tui, sau đó tui còn đi lên nhà ... em bé nữa. Tổng cộng tốn hết 2 chuyến taxi + 4 chuyến xe bus + 3km đi bộ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gọi điện thoại: chiều nay tui gọi cả 20 cú điện thoại cho 10 người. Cuối cùng cũng xong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trời nóng: không mưa, tắm 4 lần rồi mà cũng không đã. Hồi trưa uống bia đã luôn, sau đó nằm kế em bé ngủ đến chiều, nhờ em bé đánh thức mới dậy được.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hết phim. Em bé đang ọ ẹ. Hẹn gặp lại mọi người.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-9149088248980140051?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/9149088248980140051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=9149088248980140051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/9149088248980140051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/9149088248980140051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/08/cp-nht-tnh-hnh.html' title='Cập nhật tình hình'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8525549287733236363</id><published>2007-08-21T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T01:32:25.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel like yesterday</title><content type='html'>1. Trúng tim đen: Tối nay đứa em cùng phòng đãi một bữa cơm canh chân giò nhân dịp "đãi anh ăn nhân dịp anh về Việt Nam". Chắc là thằng em thấy tui về vui quá nên làm một bữa cho hoành tráng. Khi nhận được SMS "món ăn anh thích", tui cứ tưởng là cánh gà chiên nước mắm, nhưng ai ngờ lại là chân giò.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Quả thiệt trời không mưa vào chủ nhật và thứ hai (vào lúc tui cần). Hy vọng mai cũng không mưa. Vì mưa thì trời nhiều mây lắm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lên ICA ngồi đợi lặc lè cả tiếng đồng hồ, lúc vào gặp thì chỉ mất có một phút.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Có một hộp quần tam giác chưa xài, năm ngoái bị dụ làm thành viên cho cái cửa hàng kia, được tặng, nhưng size mặc không vừa. Hôm nay lục vali lấy ra xem lại, thì thấy kiến làm ổ trong đó. Không biết những đồ khác có bị gì không. Giờ lười quá, mốt quay lại mới soạn lại. Hèn gì dạo này chẳng thấy lũ kiến đâu cả, ai ngờ tụi nó ở cạnh mình mà hổng biết.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mới đây mà gần một tháng rồi, lẹ quá, tui vẫn cảm giác như ngày hôm qua. Nhớ ngày nào đổi vé tá lả, rồi hùng hục chạy ra sân bay, rồi lo lắng, hồi hộp, rồi thức đêm thức hôm, pha sữa, giặt khăn, bây giờ thủng thẳng đi về, không còn lo lắng, hồi hộp nữa mà chuyển thành nhớ nhung quay quắt. Lẹ quá. Có bữa tui thức dậy, tui lơ mơ một hồi, cuối cùng định thần lại và biết là mọi chuyện đã ổn cả, cảm giác nhẹ nhàng và hạnh phúc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Từ hồi quay trở lại Sing, tui cảm giác thời gian lộn xộn lắm. Hồi sáng có người hỏi tui quay qua Sing hồi nào, không hiểu sao tui nói thứ sáu. Miệng thì muốn nói thứ sáu tuần trước, mà đầu thì lung tung cả lên, không biết thứ sáu nào. Bây giờ tui cũng không biết luôn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giờ chỉ biết là mai về nhà, được gặp mẹ (em bé) và em bé.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8525549287733236363?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8525549287733236363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8525549287733236363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8525549287733236363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8525549287733236363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/08/feel-like-yesterday.html' title='Feel like yesterday'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-9220548983579736968</id><published>2007-08-18T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T07:50:35.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another weekend</title><content type='html'>1. Thời tiết: giống như những lúc viết mail cho ba mẹ, khi không biết viết gì thường hay kể chuyện thời tiết. Tình hình là trời mưa suốt cả tuần nay. Trời mưa làm con người bệ rạc ra. May là hôm nay trời nắng, hy vọng mai trời nắng, mốt trời nắng, kia trời nắng, còn sau đó ở đây mưa nắng ra sao mặc kệ.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sau 3 tháng mỏi mòn chờ đợi, tui nhận được cái thư, which makes many ppl happy. I'm happy, too.&lt;br /&gt;3. Vào Tiger Airways quậy, cuối cùng tốn thêm 38sgd.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tuần vừa rồi ko tập thể thao, người lúc nào cũng mệt mỏi. Giờ có cảm giác đau bao tử. Hên là đã hết đau răng rồi. Giờ phải tận hưởng những giây phút đó, ko biết khi nào đau lại.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ngã mũ chào thằng TigerAir, tuần trước xem vé thử, thấy có 49sgd, tuần này lên đến 149. Vậy cũng phải cắn răng mà mua.&lt;br /&gt;6. Passport sắp hết hạn, tuần sau đi gia hạn, để còn yên tâm đi chơi nữa.&lt;br /&gt;7. Cà phê Trung Nguyên mua trong siêu thị dường như ko ngon bằng mua ở trong quán. Tui uống Trung Nguyên Arabica Sẻ số 3 mà ko thấy béo gì cả.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-9220548983579736968?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/9220548983579736968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=9220548983579736968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/9220548983579736968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/9220548983579736968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/08/yet-another-weekend.html' title='Yet another weekend'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-7164539914586377401</id><published>2007-08-12T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T16:33:54.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chủ nhật buồn</title><content type='html'>1. Nhớ vợ, nhớ con&lt;br /&gt;2. Dạo này hết biết viết gì ở đây. Ai đó cho tui ý tưởng nào đó để viết tiếp đi.&lt;br /&gt;3. Singapore nắng quá, nắng từ sáng đến chiều, trong khi đó ở Sài Gòn thì mưa hoài. Phải chi lấy được một tí nắng ở Sing đem về Sài gòn, từ 7-8h sáng mỗi ngày.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tối hôm qua được coi "cú nhảy thần kì" do diễn viên amateur Huân trình diễn, "tiếp đất" ở dưới ...  cống. May mắn là không có chuyện gì nghiêm trọng xảy ra.&lt;br /&gt;5. Memory card, USB... bán ở Giant (IMM) rẻ hơn ở SimLim (limited period only)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-7164539914586377401?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/7164539914586377401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=7164539914586377401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7164539914586377401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7164539914586377401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/08/ch-nht-bun.html' title='Chủ nhật buồn'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-6334468584901102585</id><published>2007-08-05T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T12:22:50.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RrVQPJhGxxI/AAAAAAAAACA/M1hMLIvBX7A/s1600-h/P1080238+%28Small%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RrVQPJhGxxI/AAAAAAAAACA/M1hMLIvBX7A/s400/P1080238+%28Small%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095066774622619410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Trời nắng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khát nước&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mới chơi thể thao xong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;được uống một ly bia mát lạnh vậy còn gì bằng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-6334468584901102585?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/6334468584901102585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=6334468584901102585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6334468584901102585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6334468584901102585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/08/refreshment.html' title='Refreshment'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RrVQPJhGxxI/AAAAAAAAACA/M1hMLIvBX7A/s72-c/P1080238+%28Small%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2429958551016403162</id><published>2007-08-04T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:18:12.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nghe lén tại sân bay</title><content type='html'>Thực ra cũng ko phải nghe lén, vì họ nói ngay lỗ tai tui, trước mặt tui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Số là khi làm thủ tục hải quan ở sân bay TSN, một nhân viên (tạm gọi là A) tiến lại một nhân viên khác (tạm gọi là B) đang làm thủ tục cho tui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;A: Hồi nãy như thế nào rồi mày?&lt;br /&gt;B: Dẫn nó vô chỉ huy rồi, ổng còn xuê xoa nó rồi cho đi&lt;br /&gt;A: Nhưng đầu đuôi như thế nào?&lt;br /&gt;B: Nó làm thủ tục, tao hỏi tên nó là gì, nó nói là "tên tao ghi trong passport đó". Tao nói "nhưng mà tôi hỏi anh thì anh phải trả lời". Nó nói là "tên tao ghi trong đó, bộ mày đui ko thấy hay sao". Tao nói là "anh ko trả lời thì tôi sẽ đưa cấp cao hơn đến giải quyết với anh". Nó chìa ra cái thẻ.&lt;br /&gt;A: Vậy sao mày ko nói nó đi qua làn bên kia (A chỉ qua một nơi xa tít, dành cho passport công vụ hay đại loại...)&lt;br /&gt;B: Nhưng nó chỉ xuất cánh bình thường thôi.&lt;br /&gt;A: Vậy à&lt;br /&gt;B: Tao dẫn nó vô chỉ huy (tạm hiểu là ông xếp của đám này), ông chỉ huy còn xuê xoa nó, nói là "anh thông cảm, tại em nó còn nhỏ nên chưa biết". Thằng đó còn nói là "chắc tại mày mới vô làm nên chưa biết tao!". Bó tay.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Đến lúc này B hổi tên, địa chỉ nhà tui. Vì sợ ông chỉ huy một ngày la thằng B 2 lần, nên tui đọc tên và địa chỉ cho nó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lời bình: chắc thằng đó là nhân viên an ninh cao cấp hay đại loại&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2429958551016403162?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2429958551016403162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2429958551016403162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2429958551016403162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2429958551016403162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/08/nghe-ln-ti-sn-bay.html' title='Nghe lén tại sân bay'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1416176850511955879</id><published>2007-07-30T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:54:44.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New news</title><content type='html'>I'm in Vietnam now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a fly in my room this afternoon, I attempted to kill it a dozen of times, but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1416176850511955879?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1416176850511955879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1416176850511955879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1416176850511955879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1416176850511955879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/07/update.html' title='New news'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1772517444734950566</id><published>2007-07-18T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T14:16:42.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet it rains again!</title><content type='html'>1. It hasn't rained for a while. Except yesterday it was raining for 5 minutes right at the moment I left the house. It delayed my trip for 15 minutes as I came back home twice.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's raining now.&lt;br /&gt;3. It was the 1st time I went to Orchard Road early in the morning. First time I saw an empty Orchard Road.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have to come back there once again now.&lt;br /&gt;5. Benefit of a non-budget airline: can change flight date among the same class. Flexible but subject to availability. However, it can take up to 6 months to get a refund if you want to return the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;6. Nokia phones are durable against drop. However, keyboards are not. My two Nokia phones' keyboards are insensitive at 7,8,9 buttons (i.e. pqrs, tuv, wxyz). I am really angry if I have to hit these buttons when smsing.&lt;br /&gt;7. Get high-blood pressure now, as I drank much fish sauce during lunch (grilled pork dry noodle @ Business canteen)&lt;br /&gt;8. This is my niece, taken recently. I saw it on my cousin's &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tuankiet/"&gt;Flickr gallery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1338/842822648_c43464a0ce_d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1772517444734950566?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1772517444734950566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1772517444734950566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1772517444734950566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1772517444734950566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/07/yet-it-rains-again.html' title='Yet it rains again!'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-897139223590225559</id><published>2007-07-13T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:19:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thứ Sáu ngày 13</title><content type='html'>Tự nhiên cái counter không làm việc. Tự nhiên sau mỗi entry hiện lên chữ Read more, mặc dù click vô đó chẳng có gì cả.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trưa nay nổi hứng ăn cơm Muslim. Kêu xong rồi mới hối hận. Ăn được cái đùi gà với mấy muỗng cơm. Còn nhiêu cho chim ăn hết. Đúng là thứ sáu ngày 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tự nhiên chiều nay cái điện thoại trở chứng. Đang trao đổi với khách hàng thì điện thoại ré lên e e e như tiếng kêu khi xoay cái micro vào cái loa mỗi lần hát karaoke. Rung nữa. Lúc đó đang xạc pin nữa. Sợ nó nổ bất tử. Lật đật rút dây ra, cầm ra ngoài, tắt nguồn, cứ sợ có tiếng "bùm" bất tử vang lên. Vậy mà chút xíu cũng lanh chanh bật lên lại, sms tùm lum. Không dám cầm cả cái điện thoại mà chỉ dùng mấy đầu ngón tay cầm vào nó như là đang cầm cục xương giò heo nóng hổi vậy. Sợ nó nổ bất tử, vì hôm nay là thứ sáu ngày 13 mà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mà không biết pin điện thoại nổ thì sao nhỉ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-897139223590225559?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/897139223590225559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=897139223590225559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/897139223590225559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/897139223590225559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/07/th-su-ngy-13.html' title='Thứ Sáu ngày 13'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-3782046104594280878</id><published>2007-07-13T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:43:59.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No need lah</title><content type='html'>Today is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" class="mw-headline" &gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friday_the_13th"&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnecessary, impractical, unrealistic decisions made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have done things more practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the first time such superficial decision made,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hope in the end of the day, a proper game plan seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go with the wind, anyway.&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-3782046104594280878?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/3782046104594280878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=3782046104594280878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3782046104594280878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3782046104594280878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-need-lah.html' title='No need lah'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-5497035545431432029</id><published>2007-07-12T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:51:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sầu riêng</title><content type='html'>Hồi nãy bước ra khỏi phòng, tui bỗng nghe mùi sầu riêng thoang thoảng. Lúc đó có mấy ông thợ đang quét vôi bên ngoài, tui cứ tưởng là vôi có mùi sầu riêng, hay mấy ổng mới ăn sầu riêng thay cơm. Đi thêm tí nữa, đến góc hành lang, một cảnh tượng hãi hùng phơi bày ra trước mắt: có khoảng 20 staffs đang bu quanh một cái bàn, trên bàn bày la liệt trái sầu riêng, vỏ sầu riêng, hột sầu riêng (mà chẳng còn thấy múi nào cả). Dưới chân bàn có không dưới 5 bịch bự đựng đầy sầu riêng (loại bịch giống như bịch của IMM mà phải đến Customer Service counter xin nó mới cho) và vài bịch bự măng cụt. Vài ông đang hì hục vận hết nội công tách vỏ, vài cô đứng bên mút ngón tay liếm mép động viên mấy ông.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tui không thích ăn măng cụt cho lắm, vì tháng trước tuần nào cũng ăn 3,4 kg, nhưng tui thèm sầu riêng. Nhớ lại tuần trước vừa ăn một trái sầu riêng không hột, giờ vẫn còn thèm. Mà ăn sầu riêng một mình không ngon, phải có người giành giựt với mình mới hấp dẫn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Không biết chừng nào mới được ăn lại sầu riêng đây...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/7273e936.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/7273e936.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hình chụp tuần trước&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-5497035545431432029?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/5497035545431432029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=5497035545431432029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5497035545431432029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5497035545431432029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/07/su-ring.html' title='Sầu riêng'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-5427200579819652681</id><published>2007-07-11T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T15:35:39.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tại sân bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;- Ai đi?&lt;br /&gt;- Em đi.&lt;br /&gt;Nó trợn mắt lên nhìn, bảo là&lt;br /&gt;- Ai đi?&lt;br /&gt;- Ô, tôi đi&lt;br /&gt;Nó cứ bảo là&lt;br /&gt;- No, ai đi?&lt;br /&gt;- Tao đi. Thế tao ko đi tao vác xác ra đây làm gì?&lt;br /&gt;Nó vẫn cứ không hiểu, nó kiếm người giúp. Cuối cùng người ta tới đưa passport của tui cho nó coi thế là nó cho đi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(Đồ sưu tầm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-5427200579819652681?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/5427200579819652681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=5427200579819652681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5427200579819652681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5427200579819652681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/07/ti-sn-bay.html' title='Tại sân bay'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-4335445192742286872</id><published>2007-07-10T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:49:53.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tui về Việt Nam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lượt đi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phải chi lúc nào đi về VN chỉ xách có nhiêu đây. Lần nào cũng tự nhủ với lòng là không mang nhiều đồ về đâu, nhưng mèo lại hoàn mèo, đâu lại vào đấy. Đây chỉ là hành lý xách tay thôi, còn một vali to tướng + lố kí nữa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/cdb45148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuyến bay của tui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/9e543fcc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chơi "Chiếc Nón Kì Diệu" ngoài sân bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/a9dba131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngồi ngay cánh máy bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/58424a37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Máy bay đang bay bỗng nghe mùi hôi hôi, nhìn lên hàng ghế trên cùng, thấy cái này:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/d306484d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nhìn kỹ lại:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/5b22303c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lượt về&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mặc dù sáng đã đi ăn cơm tấm với thằng em, tui vẫn thủ sẵn 2 cục xôi cúc cho chắc ăn. Tiếng rao của bà bán xôi vẫn như xưa, nhưng người thì già đi nhiều rồi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/8a919e73.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lần này đi ra phi trường thằng taxi chở đi đường mới, không có đi đường thẳng như mọi lần tui vẫn thường đi (đường số 4 - Đỗ Xuân Hợp - đường đất đỏ cũ - Quốc Lộ 1 - Bạch Đằng - Phan Đăng Lưu - Hoàng Văn Thụ - Sân Bay) mà nó chạy loanh quanh mấy con hẻm nhỏ xíu, viện cớ là "hôm nay thi đại học, mấy đường chính bị tắt đường, với lại đi đường này ngắn hơn đường kia". Thôi kệ, tui có thói quen đi sớm trước giờ bay vài tiếng, nên đi lòng vòng xem đường phố cũng không sao. Nghĩ trong bụng là nếu nó đi đường xa hơn thì chút nữa khỏi "bo" cho nó. Đi đường này cũng bị kẹt, may mà taxi ở đây ít tính thời gian chờ. Tranh thủ chụp vài cái hình trên đường:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/fcaf01d5.jpg" width="400"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/d07f04ce.jpg" width="400"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vào check in, cân hành lý thấy lố 10kg (28kg), năn nĩ miết không được, đành lấy ra xách tay. Mở vali ra 3 lần, mỗi lần lấy ra vài kí, mà nó vẫn không chịu. Khổ nỗi cái tật ỷ i (hay ỉ i, hay ỉ y :-), không mang cái bao nào bự bự theo cả, nên tống hết đồ dư vào trong một cái bao bé tẹo. Còn dư đôi giày không biết nhét vào đâu nên treo tòn ten sau lưng. Vào phòng đợi, đang đứng xếp hàng đợi qua kiểm tra an ninh lần cuối cùng thì thấy cái bảng thông báo này (mà tui thấy giống như mấy cái bảng ở mấy tiệm ăn bình dân trong thành phố - ga quốc tế mà làm cái bảng thông báo không ra hồn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/78487a41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2h sau, tui tới Singapore an toàn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-4335445192742286872?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/4335445192742286872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=4335445192742286872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/7e4f41a0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/71252cbb.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chợ Xóm Chiếu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nhớ Nhà ... nhớ Vợ ... chứ không phải nhớ chợ Xóm Chiếu ...&lt;br /&gt;Hình này tui mới chụp trên sân thượng nhà Ngoại tui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-108457774176127984?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/108457774176127984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=108457774176127984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/108457774176127984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/108457774176127984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/07/nh-nh.html' title='Nhớ nhà'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-5501925793619312021</id><published>2007-07-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:17:21.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cái khó ló cái khôn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/P1070767Large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/P1070767Small.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Tiger Airways doesn't allow me to put those shoes in check-in baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-5501925793619312021?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/5501925793619312021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=5501925793619312021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5501925793619312021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5501925793619312021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/07/ci-kh-l-ci-khn.html' title='Cái khó ló cái khôn'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-876002532785258353</id><published>2007-06-29T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:38:54.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beckham and us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/070602-IMM-Beckham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/070602-IMM-BeckhamCustom.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken about one month ago, at IMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-876002532785258353?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/876002532785258353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=876002532785258353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-7452234469516964168</id><published>2007-06-21T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:22:38.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vietnam newspaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Mùa chuyển nhượng 2007-2008 mới bắt đầu nhưng gia đình nhà Gladơ đã chi ra gần 50 triệu bảng Anh để mang về sân Âu Tra-phớt ba hảo thủ: Hắc-gri-vơ, Na-ni và An-đéc-xơn. Trước động thái trên của MU, HLV Văng-giê (A-xê-nan) cho rằng: “MU đang phá giá trị trường chuyển nhượng”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;QĐND Cuối Tuần&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Vietnamese Government Newspapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-7452234469516964168?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/7452234469516964168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=7452234469516964168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7452234469516964168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7452234469516964168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/06/vietnam-newspaper.html' title='Vietnam newspaper'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-4060320374968556658</id><published>2007-06-14T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T06:00:51.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me</title><content type='html'>I'm Vietnamese.&lt;br /&gt;I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;I have one little cute son.&lt;br /&gt;I like playing tennis.&lt;br /&gt;I like watching tennis, football, formula 1.&lt;br /&gt;I like internet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I like to sleep more, but I can't spend my luxury time on it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-4060320374968556658?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/4060320374968556658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=4060320374968556658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4060320374968556658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4060320374968556658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/06/about-me.html' title='About me'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-5089942720428977031</id><published>2007-06-12T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T11:55:47.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To an old friend...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I chatted with an old friend for some minutes. We were close friends. But yesterday I could not stand this way of talking anymore. This friend talked so ignorant, ********, unmanerly. When I was with this friend some years ago, maybe I talked this way, but yesterday I realized that it disturbed me. So for those I've known for long, I'm sorry if I used to make you uncomfortable, angry and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-5089942720428977031?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/5089942720428977031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=5089942720428977031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5089942720428977031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5089942720428977031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-old-friend.html' title='To an old friend...'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2790148781803425556</id><published>2007-06-09T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:28:49.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess I have to write something for my faithful readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roland Garros:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is in Paris now. I wish I were there. I would go right to Philipe Chatrier Stadium to see my favourite player. I envy with some small children sitting there with their parents and ... sleep. When will an ATP tennis event be organize in Singapore? The F1 will be there next year, I guess a A-tier tennis event will be here soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RG Final: Federer - Nadal&lt;br /&gt;Q: What does Roger need to beat Nadal? A: First serve in. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is advertised "The Biggest Parenting Extravaganza of the Year! ". After 50 minutes sleeping on MRT, we arrived there. The biggest anything of the year condenses in the sale-off of some diapers in an area of 12 m2, and nothing more! Nothing "extravaganza" that met our expectation. We walked out hungrily, cashlessly, spoil our noses smelling the charming flavors when walking by the pop-corn stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the John Little Expo Sale is in the next hall, we spent all the time there and grabbed my first Pierre Cardin shirt ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tasted the new chips? Go to McDonald, order any meal, put all the fried potato into a brown paper bag and shake. A nice formula from McDonald, but it taste like the powder in vietnamese noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought a Braun Coffee Maker. It can make 10 cups a time. Only me that drink coffee, so I "have to" drink two cups per day. Taste less-intensively from filter coffee, but similar to coffee from "Drink &amp;amp; Beverage" that I tried to find their formula. So it pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a big day. I'll try a new combination of swing in early morning. Absolutely I'll be home before 9pm, as the big match is on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2790148781803425556?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2790148781803425556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2790148781803425556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2790148781803425556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2790148781803425556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/06/events.html' title='Events'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-3193943369162868655</id><published>2007-06-03T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T15:27:06.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special One in WWE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just seen this photo in Daily Star Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's gone to WWE, isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-3193943369162868655?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/3193943369162868655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=3193943369162868655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3193943369162868655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3193943369162868655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/06/special-one-in-wwe.html' title='Special One in WWE'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8728242962302020143</id><published>2007-06-03T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:52:57.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Đồ nhà quê</title><content type='html'>Trưa nay vợ chồng tôi đội nắng bắt bus đi IMM tiếp. Sở dĩ chúng tôi lặn lội đi IMM trưa trà trưa trật như thế vì chúng tôi ko biết cách nào để lắp cái giường mới mua cả. Đọc manual cả buổi, tốn cả lít mồ hôi, rủa bọn bán hàng mỏi cả miệng vì cái tội dám bán hàng dỏm cho tôi. Định bụng lên đó sẽ la cho bọn đó một trận, còn định vác cái giường lên đó để cho nó lắp cho mình coi nữa chứ. Lên tới đó, la cà lảng vảng quanh mấy tiệm bán đồ thể thao một hồi, bụng đói meo, leo lên lầu 2 vào Kopitiam ăn một bữa ngon lành (nhưng ko no nê).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dạo này tôi mắc phải hội chứng thích "áo thấm mồ hôi", lúc nào cũng muốn mua vài cái cất làm của, mỗi lần đói bụng lôi ra mặc hết vào người hoặc nhìn một hồi thế nào cũng phê, hết đói bụng. Nhưng mà lúc nào nhìn price tag + vài chục phần trăm discount, hì hục tính nhẩm một hồi (nhưng tôi không tính mà vợ tôi tính rồi nói tôi nghe), lại lắc đầu lè lưỡi bỏ lại chổ cũ rồi tiu nghỉu đi ra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ăn xong chúng tôi đi vào cửa hàng bán giường. Đi lân la một hồi chúng tôi tiến lại chỗ bày vài cái giường mẫu. Tôi tiếp tục hì hục dùng sức tháo cái giường mẫu ra, nhưng không được. Lúc đó một người bán hàng đi tới. Vợ tôi hỏi làm thế nào để ráp cái giường được? Dường như là người bán hàng có quá nhiều kinh nghiệm với loại câu hỏi này, cô ta mỉm cười vui vẻ dịu dàng tiến lại cái giường, nhẹ nhàng tháo ra, rồi chỉ cho chúng tôi cái trick. Dễ ợt! Ôi quê quá, nếu mà lúc đó tôi mang theo cái giường của mình theo chắc tui nhảy vào đó trùm mền lại quá. Anyway, tại cái manual chỉ sai chứ bộ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Để chữa cháy, sau đó chúng tôi vào Giant, mua khoảng 6kg măng cụt về bỏ đầy tủ lạnh. Ở bên này tôi  được ăn măng cụt nhiều hơn ở VN, mặc dù ăn ở VN tôi ko phải trả tiền. Về nhà vợ tôi xử lý hết 1kg đầu tiên. Tôi ăn có một trái à, vì tôi thấy ăn đường hoàng chính chính như vậy ko ngon bằng ăn ngay tai chỗ ở siêu thị.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tháng vừa rồi tôi sụt 2kg. Mặt hóp lại, tóc tai rũ rượi, nhưng mà cái bụng vẫn bự. Hic. Số là mặc dù ăn trên trường ko ngán lắm, nhưng tôi chỉ ăn đủ phần thôi, ko kêu cơm thêm như hồi đó vẫn thường kêu khi ăn ở quán Việt Nam. Kết quả là 12h ăn, 3,4h chiều đã đói rồi, khoảng 4h30 tôi được cung cấp một miếng bánh biscuit nhỏ nhỏ ăn cho vui, lê lết đến 6h mới về, 7h mới ăn, nên giảm 2kg. Giờ còn có 66kg thôi. Hy vọng ko bị đau bao tử.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giờ lại đói bụng nữa rồi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8728242962302020143?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8728242962302020143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8728242962302020143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8728242962302020143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8728242962302020143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/06/nh-qu.html' title='Đồ nhà quê'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-624369627661632379</id><published>2007-06-01T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T12:45:02.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention all passengers in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Another death by a broken tree branch – a Vietnamese man in his 20s was killed when he was struck by a fallen branch on Thursday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident happened at the exit of the Tree Top Walk trail (Petaling Trail) near MacRitchie Reservoir at the Central Catchment Nature Reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more from &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/279525/1/.html"&gt;Channel News Asia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;May you R.I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-624369627661632379?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/624369627661632379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=624369627661632379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/624369627661632379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/624369627661632379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/06/attention-all-passengers.html' title='Attention all passengers in Singapore'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-6082864102619608490</id><published>2007-05-27T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:01:31.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend story (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Once upon a time, there were a certain cat and a certain mouse. The mouse was afraid of the cat, and try to hide the cat once it knew the cat was around. Times after times, the mouse was tired, and did not hide anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Couple on a bicycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple on a mini bicycle, is it strange? I always carry my wife on her bicycle from home to bus stop, sometimes to supermarket. And people stare on us as if we are UFO, or they've never seen this before. Do they have the practice to carry another person behind on a bicycle? Once, there was a woman driving pass us, suddenly she slowed her car down, even stopped, in a middle of a desert street, just to show this phenomenon to her children sitting behind. I often see fathers, mothers carrying their children on their bicycles, but I rarely encounter any couples on a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bus stops at Clementi MRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the MRT station we visit frequently. The one on McDonald side is more crowded and people are more friendly than those on the opposite side. We always wait for IMM shuttle bus at the former bus stop. This bus never comes on time according to the schedule. Recently, the newspaper and accessories stalls on both sides have been removed, passengers have more place to stand waiting for the bus, we have more space to cycle pass the crowded bus stop. Every time we cycle pass the latter bus stop, people always look at us with a lot of questions. They never give way for us. Although we ring our bell loudly enough that all other people can here, but the ones who stand in front of our bicycle never move. 98 out of 100 attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, the IMM-Clementi-Boonlay-Jurong East shuttle bus schedule is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/DSCN5113cut1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/DSCN5113cut-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eating outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now eating outside is not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;big problem with us (now it's still a big problem, not "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very" &lt;/span&gt;anymore). We even find delicious food somewhere. The problem now is to find a table to eat. In every crowded shopping center, it can take you some 10 minutes to find a table. And when you find one, your hunger is over. Available table is very rare on dining time (around 7pm), if you are alone, maybe eating while standing is your first choice, of course you can share a table with someone who is alone like you. However, the Kopitiam at IMM is not so crowded, empty tables are everywhere, food is good. Recommend for anyone who find it difficult to eat in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first victory ever! We won first set 6-4, lost second set 1-6 and won tie-break 7-5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football season is over, I don't miss it much. Tennis is just halfway. F1's just begun. The RG starts today. Last chance in the year for Rafael to dominate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's story this week. Hope you enjoy my story. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-6082864102619608490?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/6082864102619608490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=6082864102619608490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6082864102619608490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6082864102619608490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend-story-2.html' title='Weekend story (2)'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-6158128144877900377</id><published>2007-05-25T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T09:51:59.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone number</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I deleted a name+phone number on my hand phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him again last week since his departure, several months ago. Suddenly he came back, for 10 days. It's a surprise to see him again, so soon. I think maybe after several years we will meet but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, suddenly he was there, sitting at his old temporary place, next to some oxygen tanks (that we usually call "bomb") and surfing the web. I came in to say hello, and knew that he came back to amend his thesis, some minor details that he told me he can do it online, but he chose to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to delete many numbers on my hand phone, but not the person that I was speaking to right there. The numbers I delete can belong to those who don't use theirs anymore, those who go and settle down abroad. So nothing important this time when I deleted his number. I should have done this several months before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of people who use a new number everyday, and lots of numbers are lost everyday. I believe there numbers will never be used again. My wife also replaced her sim-cards three times. So they will disappear forever. These numbers are our IDs, once they are replaced, we have a new ID, new representative, and they are useless. Nobody remembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel strange about these numbers once they lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone too far...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-6158128144877900377?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/6158128144877900377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=6158128144877900377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6158128144877900377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6158128144877900377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/05/phone-number.html' title='Phone number'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-5995619573860306811</id><published>2007-05-19T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T15:42:45.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend story</title><content type='html'>An email costs 100USD plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I received such email and lost 100+USD. Look on the bright side, however, nothing comes for nothing. Hopefully MU will win this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt asleep early today, at ... 5:00pm. I wanted to take a nap because under this situation, I couldn't watch two important events tonight; FA final and Hamburg Semifinal. I made an ice tea, and things are better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, I accessed a hosting site by a recommendation. They have domain name on sale! I bought a couple of domain names for 0.99 USD each. Lời to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had an interesting evening at IMM. The downside was the carrot cake. This was the second time in IMM I was cheated by the advertisement. The photo shows some nice and crispy pieces of carrot cake on a plate, in reality, I received a plat with soft, black thingy inside. It can not be compared with carrot cake in Vietnam. Only two places in Singapore I find acceptable food are in food court near Bouna Vista MRT, and NUS Art Canteen, but The Deck was down, and I've never visited that food court ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federer is vulnerable now. He also parted his part-time coach. In my point of view, he lacks of matches. He drops some non Master-Series events that he participated in some last years. He's not very confident on court as I used to see him be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I saw at World of Sport that my racket costs $300 plus. I can't believe the sale-off system here. Last time I bought it at $128, so it's REALLY sale-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it seems we never "gain" anything if we buy goods in buck. For example, 1 bag of 3kg Breeze, or Fab, or Top costs $6, and 1 bag of 5kg costs $10. So why do we have to buy bigger bag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this week. Now I'm watching MU-Chelsea. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-5995619573860306811?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/5995619573860306811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=5995619573860306811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5995619573860306811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5995619573860306811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend-story.html' title='Weekend story'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-7334016631570549638</id><published>2007-05-18T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:44:34.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of pile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/Rk0B-1oJebI/AAAAAAAAABw/P2a0TKHXEvE/s1600-h/DSCN5185Smal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/Rk0B-1oJebI/AAAAAAAAABw/P2a0TKHXEvE/s400/DSCN5185Smal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065707334920665522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I made a terrible coffee. Only three spoons of coffee left. I put the milk on the microwave oven for two minutes. After two minutes, I poured the milk into the filtered coffee and tasted. I felt a terrible odour. The reason might be the microwave oven, as a lot of rubbish inside. The carelessness spoilt a morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-7334016631570549638?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/7334016631570549638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=7334016631570549638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7334016631570549638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7334016631570549638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/05/art-of-pile.html' title='Art of pile'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/Rk0B-1oJebI/AAAAAAAAABw/P2a0TKHXEvE/s72-c/DSCN5185Smal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-46830073326163598</id><published>2007-05-17T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:29:51.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staffs in headquarter</title><content type='html'>There are 7 staffs in my headquarter: a commander, a cute guy, a talkative guy, a silent guy, a big guy, a nice lady and another lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commander is the one who stays very late at the station. He keeps control of all decision in the station. I don't know whether he's married, I hope he is, but he is at the station all the time, so I wonder how he can save his time for his family. On weekend, he always appears late, about 11:00pm, wearing shorts, wet hair (it means that he's just had a bath, that I can deduce that he lives near the station). I don't know at what time he comes to the station everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cute guy is the one that I find him cute. He always looks at me tenderly (or friendly, if you think 'tenderly' is too sexy). He doesn't talk to me much. He always hides himself in a remote room near the big scale and the fridge. Only on lunch time and off-office hour that I can see him appear after that room. I like him the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talkative guy is the guy who talks to me most of the time I see him. Even I hide myself in my room, he breaks into the room and finds something to talk, although he talks most the time. This guy will visit Vietnam next month, and he asked us everything about HCMC. Not less than 5 times he asked me about Vietnamese currency, the exchange rate. I told him to go to Vietnam first and exchange the money, he didn't agree. Fine! Today, he happily told us that his wife finally exchanged 100sgd to VND, and she brought home a big bag full of 500 vnd and 10000vnd. He intends to spend 500.000vnd for gifts in Vietnam, and he thinks that's too much. The commander never wants to talk with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silent guy is the one I talk less. He (and the nice lady) take care of everything less important that the commander doesn't. My wife said that this guy never does other things except work in office-hours (except going out for tea-break). Even he is free, he just sitting at his table paralyzingly even without reading a newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big guy is another guy we did not like him at the beginning, but later on he shows his care about us and is helpful (in some extent). He is the one who consistently leaves the station at 11:30 pm everyday to catch the last tank, and the last ship. I was once told that he had an airplane, but he hasn't used it recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice lady is the one has the same power with the silent guy. She is nice, helpful and understanding. Maybe she doesn't know how to fly, as my wife often sees her husband or son waiting to pick her up after work in an airplane parking at the street besides the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one is the biggest of all. We didn't like her much, as she seemed to have "national" behavior. Last week, she cared about my wife very much. She even gave me a new cup, and told me to take hot water in the headquarter. Hmm, we don't know what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, there is a couple that temporary occupies one of the room there. They never come there early, but always want to go home early. The lady always complains about electronic/electric devices, sometimes she sneezes. The gentleman always listens to her, without speaking, as he works non-stop with his computer (with internet connected).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. If there's some more, I'll tell later. Now I have to sleep, as we go to school early tomorrow (I hope so).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-46830073326163598?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/46830073326163598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=46830073326163598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/46830073326163598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/46830073326163598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/05/staffs-in-my-station.html' title='Staffs in headquarter'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1715531852650438447</id><published>2007-05-15T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:43:02.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN UTD - EPL Trophy Presentation 06-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Video was removed due to content violation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched this presentation until now. On that day, I fell asleep at second half of MU-Westham. After the match, ESPN only aired about 2 minutes of the presentation then it showed other matches' highlights at the same day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1715531852650438447?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1715531852650438447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1715531852650438447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1715531852650438447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1715531852650438447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/05/man-utd-epl-trophy-presentation-06-07.html' title='MAN UTD - EPL Trophy Presentation 06-07'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8124048275756066714</id><published>2007-05-13T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:21:31.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Formula One 2007: The 4 horse race.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The Formula 1 of 2007 season is thrill and unpredicted with three different victors in the first three races. No one is brave enough to say who is the champion with what has happened in the first three races.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually only 2 out of 11 F1 teams involve in the championship race: Ferrari and McLaren-Mercedes. Last season, the title race was between Ferrari and Renault, but the main driver of Renault moved to McLaren this season, so Renault is out of the championship race. Four horses this season are Kimi Raikkonen, Fernando Alonso, Pelipe Massa and Lewis Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seasons were more interested than this one. The four divers continuously occupy four first starting positions in every race so far. 3 of them finished first in the first 3 races, with Kimi in Australia, Fernando in Malaysia, Felipe in Bahrain. And Lewis: he was in top three in the first 3 races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pre-season analysis, experts predicted that the championship title is between Kimi, Fernando and Felipe. Lewis is a newbie, and they thought he needed more time to adapt in the harshest and most prestige competition in sport. Lewis has proved how fast he can get acquainted with the race. With 3 finishes in top three, he only needs more races in order to have his first win ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Fernando performs steadily to prove why he is the reign champion of F1. Kimi is great, with the victory in the first race, that's why Ferrari team bought him to replace the great Michael Schumacher. Filipe improves since last season's move to Ferrari with two wins last season in Turkey and Brazil. He is in great form and has potential to dismiss Fernando this season. Lewis is phenomenal. He dominated F3 Euroseries with 15 wins in season of 2005, was champion of GP2 of 2006 season. He's now putting his first attempt on F1, and I'm sure he will be the champion of this race soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8124048275756066714?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8124048275756066714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8124048275756066714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8124048275756066714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8124048275756066714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/05/formula-one-2007-4-horse-race.html' title='Formula One 2007: The 4 horse race.'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-4673520023152743339</id><published>2007-05-12T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T09:42:09.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>I've found out recently that internet is really an attractive girl. This is a long story, I'll reveal when time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally I know that KFC means Kentucky Fried Chicken. It's so simple! I used to think that KFC is Kentucky, and now it is confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I've had McDonald many times in NUS in my first year in Singapore, esp. on weekend, because the Terrace was closed on Saturday's evening and Sunday, I had to wait for over one year to taste the first KFC meal. That's time after my wife came to Singapore. From NUS, we crossed the Clementi Hill to visit West Coast area, and had the first ever KFC meal at Ginza Plaza. We had a bicycle at that time with a carry, which was stolen during the innovation of my block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that KFC meal, I always opted to choose KFC while my wife preferred McDonald. We were not familiar with food in NUS and we did not have the habit of dining out at that time, and unfortunately, there's no KFC in NUS, hence McDonald is the only place in NUS that we could spend our miserable and poor dinner time. That period was difficult. Although I did not detest the food in NUS, it was a big problem for my wife to eat happily. We tried many ways, even bringing our own food, but we did not have the mood of eating inside NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly things have changed now. After some trips to Vietnam and some times cooking at home, we started to dine everywhere we can around Singapore. We finally find some good sides of Singapore food besides the bad opinions that we address to it conventionally every time a discussion about Singapore's food arisen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too hard to change a habit, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-4673520023152743339?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/4673520023152743339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=4673520023152743339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4673520023152743339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4673520023152743339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/05/memory.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1691902808987808569</id><published>2007-05-09T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T11:41:24.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently many people lose many things. At my block, a child lost her pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/ad98672c.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, a student lost his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/cdf3d4b6.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Fairprice, customers lost belief. This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obligated voluntariness&lt;/span&gt;. It was ridiculous when the sale assistant asked me whether I brought my own bag. Now I know, so that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/0d380efb.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Copyrighted number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a number be censored? I guess you know this series of numbers: 4, 8, 15, 16, 23, 42. This is a fictional series taken from Lost series (which now in its 3rd season). This is an important number (in the series), but unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which number is more important than the social security number? Recently I found another series of arbitrarily generated number, but copyrighted. It's a magic HD-DVD processing key used to decrypt and play most movies nowadays. This number's shaken the internet world recently and people keep talking about it. Want to find more, google for "HD-DVD number". Even in Flickr, there are many illustrations, humorously and seriously. Check them out &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/09f911029d74e35bd84156c5635688c0/pool/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1691902808987808569?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1691902808987808569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1691902808987808569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1691902808987808569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1691902808987808569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/05/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-47112962985125607</id><published>2007-05-01T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T06:50:32.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it keeps raining like this...</title><content type='html'>Every Saturday night, I prepare "eagerly" (according to my wife's remark) for the tennis session the next day. I have to "prepare" my "tools" on Saturday because I have to get up early on Sunday. When I get up early, I cannot prepare anything fast, because my mind is not "clear" at that time (it's still sleepy), and I often miss something. Usually I don't have much time to prepare, because I never get up too early, just earlier than normal. Also, the bus to university is rare on that day, and I have to catch a bus at a particular time (8:07am), if not, I have to wait for another 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I suddenly woke up at  7:05. Getting out of the bed, I woke my wife up, because she planned to experiment on Sunday, and she wanted to go with me to the university. She told me it was raining. I approached to the window to confirm, and sadly it rained. It didn't rain accidentally on this day, but almost every day last week, it always rained in the night, kept going until morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside, it's now raining (c.f. Big big world), and it's 6:46am. I don't play tennis today, but listening the raindrops falling to the windows make me unhappy. Hope that it never rains on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-47112962985125607?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/47112962985125607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=47112962985125607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/47112962985125607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/47112962985125607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-it-keeps-raining-like-this.html' title='If it keeps raining like this...'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-6873936828738773787</id><published>2007-04-28T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T07:23:45.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MU survived a two-nil down scare: What I was doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/79bc288c.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the preview show, a commentator said that Chelsea would win and MU would draw. Hmm, I was preparing the dinner at that time. Leaving all for my wife, I sneaked off to see the kick off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10 minutes later, MU conceded 1st goal. I had to have dinner after that. I was having dinner but my eyes stuck on the 21" TV screen 8 meters from me, over Tâm's shoulder. Wish I had a 42" plasma TV at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes later, I stretched on the sofa once again for the rest of 1st half. My wife was baking some cake, and she sat next to me on waiting for the cake to be ready. No more real chance for MU, and I could not concentrate on the game as my wife kept talking and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the break, I sadly (but not desperately) went online,  as the second half was coming soon. Chelsea led 2-1 at the break. Never mind, MU used to be down 0-1 at haft time, and came back to win 4-1 against Blackburn. Tâm left to pick up his friend at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the break, hoped that Ronaldo was on duty, but he wasn't, instead, Richardson prepared to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of chances were created for MU, but either the goal keeper was fast to block the run of striker, or strikers were too slow to convert to goals. I shouted a couple of times and looked back to my room, as I thought that my wife would react by showing herself at the door. But she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so long after that, Everton scored the 2nd goal. The scorer got the skill (and later in the game he showed off once again, but unsuccessfully. Maybe ManU should pay attention to him, a talented player). I thought of some terrible consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some opportunities were missed, again. I thought that the goal keeper had his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59th minute: Finally the turning point came. Giggs floated a corner kick in and the keeper looked to have caught the ball with ease before destiny stroke: he dropped it at the feet of O'Shea, who banged the ball in the net. A gift wrapped goal and a lifeline for United. This time I shouted loudly and received a complain from my wife who was in the kitchen for the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things looked like routine now. An own goal from Neville. The commentator said "Neville scored for Man. United". Poor him. He was too unlucky to be at the wrong place (at the post) and wrong time (goal). A fast switch to Star Sport and I was too happy to know that Bolton leveled with Chelsea. My wife said that I was greedy, as I wanted to see two channels at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo started to involve in the game. Smith was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two goals were indispensable. Full time: Everton 2 Manchester United 4. At the same time, Chelsea were held by Bolton. Sir Alex celebrated the victory soon, as he shook hand with his opponent coaches &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before the game finished&lt;/span&gt;. I remembered Moaninho last year, at the final minutes during the game against Man United, he shook hand with his members, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the final whistle, The Red Devils were very happy as if they have already pocketed the EPL championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Moaninho? Chelsea were denied a 'Jose' penalty for a handball outside the area, something that we'll be hearing about soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what was happening during the classic game between Everton and Manchester United at Goodison Park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-6873936828738773787?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/6873936828738773787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=6873936828738773787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6873936828738773787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/6873936828738773787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/mu-survived-two-nil-down-scare-what-i.html' title='MU survived a two-nil down scare: What I was doing'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-2581079489727278650</id><published>2007-04-27T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:25:20.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat with doctor</title><content type='html'>I went to University Health &amp; Wellness Centre (UHWC) this morning to have a doctor check my fingers (fingers: long story). A nurse at the reception desk entertained me with a smile and asked me some questions. She has strange accent (according to my ears) and I could not understand her well, or maybe at that moment I hold a lot of things in my hands: backpack, umbrella, "the Ridge" magazine and the queue number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading half of "the Ridge", my Q number appeared on an electronic board informing me my turn and I went to a designated room. The doctor that I met I met him 3 years ago, in the same room. At that time I did a medical check up to register to the University. This time, I showed him my injured fingers and he did a thorough check of my ... blood pressure and heart rate. He asked me in details of my injury, including place and time. "Everything's fine. Don't worry." "How's about my fingers? Do I need a scan?" "No need, it will fully recover." Then he showed me a catalog that I believed he showed all the patients. There is a photo of a hand like mine, and a lot of description. He showed me some highlights in this catalog, and stopped at a line "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fully recover in 9 to 12 months&lt;/span&gt;". So that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time I thought I would stand up and quit the room, like I did in all hospitals in Vietnam, he started asking me about my leisure time, in details. He asked me whether I had other problems &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from head to toes&lt;/span&gt;. I said no. He kept asking as if I probably had some problems on my body, and I, in order not to discourage him, thought of something I had occasionally. Maybe he's happy to ask me about that or he thought that the sole prescription of injured fingers did not worth to pay a doctor visit and basing on this occasion, he did a full check for me. Anyway, I was happy about it because this was the first time I encountered such friendly care from a doctor. Fine! I told him everything about me that he asked. He let me go 20, 30 minutes later after giving me a name card and reminding me to call him if I have any problem. ANY problem as he emphasized it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the doctor in Vietnam was right when he wondered why I needed to check my fingers (that story is &lt;a href="http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-see-doctor.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). But they treated me like an animal (maybe I exaggerate, as I deduce from the queue number of that hospital - will show that photo when I have time). Here in UHWC they treat me as a long-time friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went home in the evening, I was stunned when I didn't see my bicycle at my usual parking slot. After a while, my wife told me that we took the bus in the morning because it rained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-2581079489727278650?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/2581079489727278650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=2581079489727278650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2581079489727278650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/2581079489727278650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/chat-with-doctor.html' title='Chat with doctor'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-4137913031563561611</id><published>2007-04-25T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:33:00.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Ship</title><content type='html'>Tonight we wandered to the opposite side of the channel, and my wife took a series of photos. Finally, I stitched them and produced a scary photo, especially in dim light. Literally, there are some "ghosts" inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/9a187689.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/ed941dd2.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-4137913031563561611?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/4137913031563561611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=4137913031563561611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4137913031563561611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/4137913031563561611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/ghost-ship.html' title='Ghost Ship'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-3630861991171495470</id><published>2007-04-24T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:23:24.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food maniac</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I was served with lots of delicious food last week, maybe I was well-behaved, and the food was my presents. Anyway, just looking at these photos makes my mouth drop and my stomach ravenous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click on photos for big sizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/b199e15b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/9ef5fc6a.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/9854dff3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/3234cbab.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried shrimp cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/d61b535a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/228ea6a9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sliced shoulder cut pork meat, green bean paste and pepper are mixed up in the middle of this Khuc cake. The outside is a mixture of bean and sticky rice. (c.f. &lt;a href="http://vietnamesegod.blogspot.com/2006/01/khuc-cake_12.html"&gt;vnesegod&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/b30c7b2d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/5e946490.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/343f3133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/8c15c369.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you open a restaurant and want to advertise your food, don't hesitate to call me. I can take photos as nice as above and your food will be more delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-3630861991171495470?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/3630861991171495470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=3630861991171495470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3630861991171495470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3630861991171495470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/food-maniac.html' title='Food maniac'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-7741347878581033749</id><published>2007-04-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:16:44.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Singapore Universe 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of them will be Miss Singapore Universe 2007. 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Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catch 'em 'live' on Channel 5 on 22 April, Sun, 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ch5.mediacorptv.com/wassup/ch5announcements/view/828/1/.html"&gt;Full story here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/93904934_735be98928_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="wassup_bodytxt"&gt;Jessica Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Final question is: "If your mother violently disagree with the man you truly love, what would you do?" The answer I like is something like "I will ask him to go to the heart of my mom like the way he goes to mine" by Peggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner of this competition seemed to be decided before the competition, as no. 7 (&lt;span class="wassup_bodytxt"&gt;Jessica Tan) &lt;/span&gt;got outstanding marks compared to others'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-7741347878581033749?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/7741347878581033749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=7741347878581033749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7741347878581033749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7741347878581033749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/miss-singapore-universe-2007.html' title='Miss Singapore Universe 2007'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/93904934_735be98928_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-1298366857632698722</id><published>2007-04-18T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T23:10:28.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Rice with Mung Beans</title><content type='html'>She likes to cook. Lucky enough for me that she doesn't invent any new recipe but only popular meal. And usually I am the one who cleans everything, from the food to the utensils. She can cook immediately almost everything that she thinks of, and I must say that most of her products are delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/b5d38e96.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/806b5f86.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, being tired of eating expensive and tiny &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but delicious &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/32.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; "fast cake" bought outside, she decided to make "sticky rice with mung beans" (bánh da lợn). I wonder why people don't call it "pork's skin cake" for simplicity. In fact there is no sticky rice in the ingredients but tapioca and rice powder. . After finishing it, she told me "Cooking is easy, eating it is more difficult"&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/31.gif" /&gt;. This was the first time she cooked it (so I didn't expect a very HQ cake) but it is edible (which is important &lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/30.gif" alt="Image" /&gt;). The cake is sticky at first, and it's difficult to cut it apart or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chew&lt;/span&gt;. I put it in the refrigerator, hoping it be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drier &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet other good food from her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/2b6b288e.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/469a910e.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/a684e580.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/4b72e9a4.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/ea199ec9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/8259ab89.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bánh xèo (hmm, fried cake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/233f1766.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/dda560d9.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all-time favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-1298366857632698722?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/1298366857632698722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=1298366857632698722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1298366857632698722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/1298366857632698722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/sticky-rice-with-mung-beans.html' title='Sticky Rice with Mung Beans'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8636398520878849250</id><published>2007-04-14T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:37:39.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In one thousand years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RiDnIdgM0yI/AAAAAAAAABg/wEitze7pGnc/s1600-h/DSCN4914+%28Large%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RiDnIdgM0yI/AAAAAAAAABg/wEitze7pGnc/s400/DSCN4914+%28Large%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053292914454352674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what's happening, read &lt;a href="http://www.vietscientists.net/?L=blogs.blog&amp;article=15"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-otOr2540a7U2asYwx7KqeVdnTU5y?p=152"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my under-graduate &lt;a href="http://www.google.com.sg/search?q=%22nguy%E1%BB%85n+thi%E1%BB%87n+t%E1%BB%91ng%22&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ie=utf-8&amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;aq=t&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a"&gt;supervisor&lt;/a&gt; will retire in 3 months, but they forced him to retire sooner, due to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ridiculous &lt;/span&gt;reason that he does not have enough ability to lead the department. (The word "department" in this context means "bộ môn", not "khoa" as defined carelessly by somebody sometime ago in this university). Looking 10 years back, when our department was established, no one could think that this was the cradle of potential talented engineers, researchers, or whatever they call... that will succeed at major academic or industrial areas all over the world. Their contributions, in many ways, more or less help the name of this &lt;a href="http://www.hcmut.edu.vn/english/"&gt;university&lt;/a&gt; be known by more people all over the world. The impact of our department is obvious, but they do not (or dare not) see it. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supervisor does not have the ability to flatter or wheedle anybody. That's why ppl hate him, and try to put him down. In three months he will retire, and they don't have anymore chance to do this, that's why they set up a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;decision to make him retire early. He has lots of experiences and connections which can help students a lot when he is still in command. The university must see that, and keep him by all means, but they didn't. It's not their duty to keep him and keep flourishing the dept, as well as the university. Students are those who bear the consequences. In Singapore, professors, who are in their 60s, 70s, still work hard and the universities really need those people and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prevent &lt;/span&gt;them from retiring. What a contradiction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, someone said that Vietnam needs over 150 years to catch Singapore's current development. I think Vietnam needs more than that, maybe 1000 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8636398520878849250?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8636398520878849250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8636398520878849250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8636398520878849250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8636398520878849250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-one-thousand-years.html' title='In one thousand years'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RiDnIdgM0yI/AAAAAAAAABg/wEitze7pGnc/s72-c/DSCN4914+%28Large%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-7940049453415779855</id><published>2007-04-14T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:17:22.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news for the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RiBFV9gM0xI/AAAAAAAAABY/pd1T-6URWCA/s1600-h/Cristiano+Ronaldo+and+Alan+Smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RiBFV9gM0xI/AAAAAAAAABY/pd1T-6URWCA/s400/Cristiano+Ronaldo+and+Alan+Smith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053115025498886930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that Cristiano will stay at MU until 2012. No more rumors about his leave to Real or Barca. He is the key to the success of MU this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;CRISTIANO RONALDO FACTFILE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;1985:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Born February 5 in Funchal on the Madeira Islands, Portugal.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Begins his career at Nacional Madeira before moving to Sporting Lisbon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;2002:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Makes his debut for Sporting in the Portuguese Super Liga at the age of 17 after winning international caps for Portugal's youth sides.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;2003:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;August - Scores in pre-season friendly against Manchester United, which marked the opening of Sporting's new stadium. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;ugust 12 - Completes a £12.24million transfer to United, taking the number seven shirt following the sale of England captain David Beckham to Real Madrid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;August 16 - Makes his debut as a second-half substitute in opening-day 4-0 win over Bolton at Old Trafford, impressing in his 29-minute run-out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plays for Portugal full national side in 1-0 win over Kazakhstan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;September 21 - Caught up in post-match melee after the final whistle of United's goalless draw with Arsenal at Old Trafford, following Ruud van Nistelrooy's late penalty miss which had brought manic celebrations from the Arsenal players. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;September 24 - Along with team-mate Ryan Giggs, is charged with improper conduct by the Football Association following his involvement in the Old Trafford fracas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;November 1 - Scores his first goal for United in the 3-0 victory over Portsmouth at Old Trafford. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;December 1 - Fined £4,000 penalty and warned as to his future conduct at an FA disciplinary hearing into Old Trafford fracas after charge of improper conduct against him found to be proven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2004:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;May 25 - Scores the opening goal in United's 3-0 FA Cup final victory over Millwall at the Millennium Stadium. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;June 6 - Voted United's player of the year by supporters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;June 24 - Scores in the shoot-out as Portugal knock England out of the European Championships 6-5 on penalties after drawing 2-2 after extra-time in their quarter-final in Lisbon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;July 4 - Finishes on the losing side in the final of Euro 2004 after hosts Portugal are surprisingly beaten 1-0 by Greece. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;July 27 - Named in Portugal's squad for the Athens Olympics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;September 8 - Plays a crucial role in Portugal's World Cup qualifier in Russia just hours after the death of his father. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;October 19 - Arrested and questioned by police after an allegation of rape at a London hotel was made against him. Ronaldo asserts his innocence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;November 18 - Agrees a two-year extension to his United contract, keeping him at the club until 2010. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;November 24 - Police announce no charges will be brought against Ronaldo over the rape allegations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;November 30 - Burglars steal £30,000 worth of jewellery from Ronaldo's Cheshire home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;December 7 - Television pictures show Ronaldo making a one-fingered gesture to the crowd after being jeered during United's 2-1 defeat to Benfica in the Stadium of Light which saw them knocked out of the Champions League.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;January 14 - Sent off for lunging at Manchester City's Andy Cole in United's 3-1 derby defeat at Eastlands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;January 17 - Football Association disciplinary commission reject appeal against wrongful dismissal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;January 26 - Charged with misconduct by UEFA for making obscene gesture to Benfica fans. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;February 3 - Banned for one match and fined £4,000 by UEFA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;February 26 - Scores in United's 4-0 Carling Cup final vctory over Wigan. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;July 1 - Protests to referee Horacio Elizondo after England striker and United team-mate Wayne Rooney clashes with Ricardo Carvalho in their World Cup quarter-final. Rooney is sent off and television pictures catch Ronaldo winking towards the bench. Scores the winning penalty in the shoot-out to knock out England. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;July 8 - After losing the third-place play-off to Germany Ronaldo reveals he wants to leave United, claiming no-one at the club supported him in the Rooney incident. Admits he would like a move to Spain, having been previously linked with Real Madrid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;July 12 - United stress there is "no possibility" Ronaldo will be sold and the player remained at Old Trafford after Rooney pleaded with him to stay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;August 20 - Ronaldo scores a goal in the first match since the World Cup against Fulham.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite being on the receiving end of supporters' abuse at each game, Ronaldo is in scintillating form throughout the season. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2006:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;February 6 - Named captain of the Portugal team for a friendly against Brazil a day after his 22nd birthday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;March 19 - Again attracts controversy after claiming he was "too good" for some people following a number of contentious penalties. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;April 11 - Scores twice and is the lead tormentor as Manchester United humiliate Roma 7-1 in the Champions League quarter-final second leg at Old Trafford. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;April 13 - Agrees new five-year deal at Old Trafford.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://www.football365.com/story/0,17033,8652_2058100,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.football365.com/story/0,17033,8652_2057399,00.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-7940049453415779855?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/7940049453415779855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=7940049453415779855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7940049453415779855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7940049453415779855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-news-for-weekend.html' title='Good news for the weekend'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RiBFV9gM0xI/AAAAAAAAABY/pd1T-6URWCA/s72-c/Cristiano+Ronaldo+and+Alan+Smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8659537484713267946</id><published>2007-04-11T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:03:31.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/7ebc9041.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the most optimistic fans never dream of this result. This is outstanding.&lt;br /&gt;Final score: Man. United 7 - 1 AS Roma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8659537484713267946?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8659537484713267946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8659537484713267946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8659537484713267946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8659537484713267946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/dream-team.html' title='Dream Team'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8048284290240084948</id><published>2007-04-10T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:18:12.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/65492125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/65492125.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Time goes by, so slowly..." (Hang up by Madonna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in my case. In fact, one year passes very fast. I used to say a long time ago, in Vietnamese, that,&lt;br /&gt;"nhắm mắt mở mắt hết một ngày,&lt;br /&gt;quay qua quay lại hết một tuần,&lt;br /&gt;quắc quắc (?) hết một tháng,&lt;br /&gt;luẩn quẩn hết một năm",&lt;br /&gt;suddenly it's correct now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my wedding ceremony yesterday. In the morning, I received an offline message from a friend that I thought at first place that this would be a greeting message. But not, she queried about my injured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;toes&lt;/span&gt;, which I hope it'll never come, as I only have my injured &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finger&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year, I almost used up my reserved power for the wedding. I was tired and always sleepy. Sleeping at night was not enough for me, I even slept on taxi all the way to my destinations to complement to my thirst of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was proud of myself that I didn't sleep much. 6 hours per day is enough, and I've followed this habit for long. Now, I always feel dizzy every time I wake up, and I want to sleep a little more. Maybe I have other priorities in the nights, such as football, tennis and even internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we intended to stay together for dinner, but for some unexpected reasons, we could not make it. Anyway, I had a memorable celebration, full of ... animals (monkeys, pigs, lion, dog), water melon, mango, pears and candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year has come that gonna have lots of expectation, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"Time goes by, so slowly..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8048284290240084948?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8048284290240084948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8048284290240084948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8048284290240084948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8048284290240084948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/1st-ceremony.html' title='1st ceremony'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-3276225648947145440</id><published>2007-04-06T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T10:33:16.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have the guts?</title><content type='html'>Some of my friends started their own business a long time ago, some have just started, some are thinking about it. Most of them invest in stock, which has recently become a fashionable activity in Vietnam. I was in Vietnam some months back and met my friends for 15 minutes or less. They were all talking about stock. Even in my family, my uncle says bravely that if he was jobless, he would invest in stock, although he has limited knowledge about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don't like stock. I feel that it (stock) reserves for some old aunties who have some money, don't know anything about stock market and buy stock blindly following advice of some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloody &lt;/span&gt;agencies. Amazingly they earn some money at first, and maybe still earn money later or not, I don't know. Once in SMA, some friends invested in stock, and I noticed they refreshed their computer screen once every 5 or 10 minutes, and I wondered why they needed to keep track of stock index regularly. I thought in the end of the day, the final index will say it all. They had enthusiasm in repeating the boring habit that later I understood when I involved in some other similar things (will tell when time comes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting their own business is not a stylish trend. They made some big turns over in their lives. They quit their high-earning jobs for other dreams. If putting money aside, their dreams, as I interpret, are to contribute more to society as they don't have enough conditions and spaces in their current jobs to contribute. Their abilities are overwhelming. Only at their own business  that they can do what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really need big guts to make big decisions in their lives. How many big decisions have I made so far? Maybe not many, or maybe I cannot see how big they were, or maybe other people can see. But I know one thing, I never dream of doing my own business. That's for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-3276225648947145440?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/3276225648947145440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=3276225648947145440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3276225648947145440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3276225648947145440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/have-guts.html' title='Have the guts?'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-5498132095690593188</id><published>2007-04-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:03:01.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burin or Burine?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RhJeW_vo3PI/AAAAAAAAABI/nH3VvqDgjjM/s1600-h/collage+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RhJeW_vo3PI/AAAAAAAAABI/nH3VvqDgjjM/s400/collage+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049201881397124338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't know which one to choose!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-5498132095690593188?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/5498132095690593188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=5498132095690593188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5498132095690593188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/5498132095690593188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/04/burin-or-burine.html' title='Burin or Burine?'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RhJeW_vo3PI/AAAAAAAAABI/nH3VvqDgjjM/s72-c/collage+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-483307555642194264</id><published>2007-03-25T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:12:43.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/070324-PungolSecSch2-1-w2000.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/070324-PungolSecSch2-1-w600.jpg" alt="Panoramic photo taken at Pungol secondary school. This area is still deserted. Pungol MRT is the furthest station in violet line. It takes 15 minutes to walk 750 meters from Pungol MRT to Pungol Secondary school." border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Panoramic photo taken at Pungol secondary school. This area is still deserted. Pungol MRT is the furthest station in violet line. It takes 15 minutes to walk 750 meters from Pungol MRT to Pungol Secondary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but not so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second minute in practice time, I got injured again. This was the first time I touch a ball after 2 or 3 months. I remembered I was injured a finger during Sitex 2006 (around early December 2006) and haven't played any game since then. This morning, another finger hurts. Bad luck doesn't come alone! I cancel the tennis session today. Hope things be better in a next couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-483307555642194264?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/483307555642194264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=483307555642194264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/483307555642194264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/483307555642194264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-for-good.html' title='Back for good...'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-7678095398289856230</id><published>2007-03-23T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T00:46:48.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RgKyF83pY5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ew3s0omOd8k/s1600-h/collage+%28Medium%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RgKyF83pY5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ew3s0omOd8k/s400/collage+%28Medium%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044790347916993426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Complaining again) I should have these developed one year ago, but I haven't done so. This year, new photos pile up and they also need to be developed. I don't know until when I get this done. I have returned to Vietnam a couple of time, but I didn't save a particular moment for this. Shame on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-7678095398289856230?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/7678095398289856230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=7678095398289856230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7678095398289856230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7678095398289856230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/03/unfinished-job.html' title='Unfinished job'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2s96UHZxI0c/RgKyF83pY5I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ew3s0omOd8k/s72-c/collage+%28Medium%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-307113867326898780</id><published>2007-03-14T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:18:45.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 person = the world</title><content type='html'>1 person knows about it, sooner or later the world will know :-) (I'm still in Vietnam, just finish my duty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/DSCN4870Large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/innovation/blog/DSCN4870LargeSmall.jpg" alt="Photo taken at block B4, University of Technology, HCMC, Vietnam. I'm attending a conference there. It was ACOMP2007" border="0" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo taken at block B4, University of Technology, HCMC, Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-307113867326898780?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/307113867326898780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=307113867326898780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/307113867326898780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/307113867326898780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/03/1-person-world.html' title='1 person = the world'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-3661669180071453813</id><published>2007-03-13T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:16:49.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just not my day</title><content type='html'>I should have applied for leave 9 days ago, since I came back here. But I didn't do it until yesterday. Just one day before I leave, I was still in doubt whether I could do it, or just leave in silence. My supervisor was not in his office the whole day, only after 5:45pm did he return, and sign the application that I left under his door. Unfortunately, I was at home when he called me to take the application back to submit to the department (which I thought he would do for me hehe). Fortunately I asked my friend to collect it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to school early to print sth to submit to the dept. The printer in my lab is out of ink, I intended to print in Comp Cent, but it has exam today, I had to run to CLib to print. Done, it's almost 8:30 am. Then I rushed back to the dept to submit. The lady there said I don't need to submit the document that I just printed. Fine! At least I had something to read at home (I consoled myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story is like that, that's not fun at all. I'm in the airport now and prepare to fly at 12pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-3661669180071453813?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/3661669180071453813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=3661669180071453813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3661669180071453813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3661669180071453813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-just-not-my-day.html' title='It&apos;s just not my day'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-8411274477939836557</id><published>2007-03-07T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:20:41.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAD Video Tools</title><content type='html'>Today I tried to find a way to convert a .mov file to a .avi file. I found this wonderful tool (and free, absolutely) which is called "RAD Video Tools". It can convert one movie type to another fast and easy. Try it &lt;a href="http://www.divx-digest.com/software/radvideotools.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.radgametools.com/bnkdown.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use it, it's easy. Firstly, run the software, choose file you want to convert, then click "convert a file" button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l41/deadzoners04/aa.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next windows, choose output filename and file type. Then click "convert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l41/deadzoners04/aa-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Another windows appears to ask you to choose compression type. Choose the compression type you want and then click "OK". That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot more features can be found in this software, so explore them. You can save a sum of money for alternative commercial softwares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-8411274477939836557?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/8411274477939836557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=8411274477939836557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8411274477939836557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/8411274477939836557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/03/rad-video-tools.html' title='RAD Video Tools'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-3060563786517384877</id><published>2007-03-07T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:34:03.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquake: I felt it</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after having lunch, I felt dizzy. I thought that was the effect of the tea or coffee I'd taken in the morning. I felt my body trembling for ten seconds or so, then I forgot about it. Later in the night, my dad called me to ask whether I felt the earthquake, I said no. My wife even asked me, I said no. This morning, suddenly I thought about it again, and yes, I felt it, just I didn't recognize it at first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The tremors were felt in many parts of Singapore and in some 236 buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the buildings were in Ang Mo Kio, Yishun, Toa Payoh, Woodlands, Serangoon, Sengkang and CBD areas like Robinson Road, Shenton Way and Suntec Singapore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/262286/1/.html"&gt;Official news&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-3060563786517384877?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/3060563786517384877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=3060563786517384877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3060563786517384877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/3060563786517384877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-felt-it.html' title='Earthquake: I felt it'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-7614060126054801104</id><published>2007-03-04T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T13:12:15.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>161 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l41/deadzoners04/roger_no1weeks161.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atptennis.com/en/news/2007/federer161weeks.asp"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i93.photobucket.com/albums/l41/deadzoners04/offcourt-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROGER AND JIMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From http://www.rogerfederer.com/en/)&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't this an amazing memory? The picture is from Basel, at my hometown tournament, where I actually used to be a ball boy. Between being a ball boy and playing, I got an award for best junior in Basel under 14. Jimmy Connors and Mansour Bahrami were playing an exhibition match and gave me kind of an award, which was a watch back then. I walked on court, had a picture taken with both of them, then walked off again. I was so nervous. Whoever would have thought I would break the record."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-7614060126054801104?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/7614060126054801104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=7614060126054801104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7614060126054801104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/7614060126054801104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/03/161-weeks.html' title='161 weeks'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6477439180511720668.post-453375495768333000</id><published>2007-02-18T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T07:48:38.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our society is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rude:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In less than 1 minute waiting at a red light, 3 incidents took place. Firstly, a motorcyclist ran over my foot. I looked back, he pretended nothing happened without looking at me as if I was not allowed to put my foot on the street. Absolutely no excuse was heard. Secondly, when the light turned green, a man tried to turn left but the bike shut down unexpectedly. Another man behind him crashed into his back and said "#@$!, go faster!". Thirdly, a taxi intended to turn right but unable due to traffic. Some motor-cyclists behind shouted at him angrily. Maybe he was too busy to remember a minimal human act when running over my foot, or too impatient to wait for a few more seconds before rudely barking at others, or it is normal, as it happens every day every time every where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Corrupted:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I hear about it almost everyday, and it still happens everyday. One example is traffic police. They spread over the city, work hard, work under extreme conditions such as hot weather without wearing sun glasses, gloves, masks (according to new policy applying to traffic-police). In compensation, they always hide themselves, or stand at places that we never expect them to be. They appear and disappear like ghost. And they have an ability to receive lots of money as much as water we can drink in a summer day. They love to stop cars, bikes, vans... and love to make drivers happy by not issuing fine tickets and putting a hole on driver's driving license but receiving the "voluntary and charity money" directly from drivers. Lots of instructions were issued from above, yet this problem was solved, especially  during this Lunar New Year, as we are always hurry in some last days of the year and want to be out of trouble by giving police money shamelessly. How to solve? Just fire corrupted police. No employer dares to do thing that is strictly prohibited. Especially those who receive much attention from media and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all for today, more to come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6477439180511720668-453375495768333000?l=nkhang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/feeds/453375495768333000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6477439180511720668&amp;postID=453375495768333000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/453375495768333000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6477439180511720668/posts/default/453375495768333000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nkhang.blogspot.com/2007/02/our-society-is.html' title='Our society is...'/><author><name>lhnkhang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09109985799626053363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
