# Fact 02
Two years ago, I took pride in myself for the ability to remain calm, regardless of outside environment (and only have tiny explosions in rare occasions that are needed).
But now, I’m proud to say it’s “self-motivation”, not calmness.
Mình hay tưởng tượng, thường là từ những tín hiệu thu nhặt được ở ngoài mình sẽ diễn giải ra rất lắm thứ giật gân. Nói chung là được quyền tự do thoải mái tưởng tượng mà, ko bị tính phí.
Thế nên dẫn đến một chuyện, thi thoảng có cảm giác lờ mờ là có người không ưa mình. Ừ thừ là mà cũng ko quan trọng lắm, nhưng mà cũng dẫn đến một chuyện khác là mình sẽ tự vấn bản thân đã làm gì để người khác không ưa mình *một cách hợp lý* hay chưa. Và động lực làm chuyện này thực ra rất đơn giản, không phải vì mình sợ bị người khác ghét, mà vì mình sợ mình đã làm gì đó sai thật, khiến người khác bị chạm tự ái.
Thế nên là, ai ới có quen biết mình thì hãy làm điều này, rất đơn giản: nói - thẳng. Mình như con gấu trúc, mình có nhiều mỡ và lông, không sợ ngã đau, mình chỉ cần luyện là quen ê mông thôi.
Haiz, cũng muốn post lên chỗ public. Nhưng tạm thời vứt ở đây cho đỡ mệt đầu. Khi nào có chứng cứ cụ thể sẽ lên kế hoạch truyền thông về sự lắm mỡ và lông của gấu trúc.
Justice is and should be enforced on and for everyone. Mercy should only be spent on those who value it.
I think it would be fun for future kids to discover this blog and find out interesting and boring things about me.
No, kidding, this is self-comforting fact series, where I can look at and laugh at myself…
I was born with a grumpy face (my Dad told me, mom confirmed). He said he was startled as though he had done something wrong and I was angry (the one-day old version of me).
So, that explains everything.
Palladio - Karl Jenkins
Heard this music via Rolex commercial long time ago (right) And today I officially know its name.
It’s Vivaldi revived plus Hans Zimmer in some way.
Hum, in the time where bull**** is all over the net and the air, suddenly think of my habit as a kid. Believe it or not, I used to stare at my mom’s head and thought what was going on inside her head, thinking like had “I” (in some form) been there, what would I feel, how would I see the world. Funny enough this habit died as I went to school, probably because kids’ brain are not as intriguing, or because of homework side-effect.
Anyway, at this age (sound like 80), I would need a list of all the heroes, and pick out one to put myself into a bit.
Awesomely rich, always play it cool, smart and lonely - face it, being a hero does not mean being public’s favorite all the time, and even if he is, hardly anyone would understand how it feels like. I guess the same goes for the others, but somehow Batman stands out on the “IM FREAKING LONELY” list. Being Batman for a day would mean extreme muscle pains and cool foxy voice, ‘hanging’ around in heavy black tank - handy for Hanoi traffic & weather. Oh, and compensation for destroying-half-the-city’s infrastructure-bill in the mailbox.
I can’t imagine myself being bitten by a spider and wake up the next morning feeling awesome (unless I have convinced half of people I know that I’d turn into Spiderwoman the next day via social network)…
Swinging around on your own automatically generated routes might be a grand idea, and an attractive one at that. But there is no point in swinging around Hanoi with webs, you might be electrified.
Another outcast I guess, too muscular, emotional (?). Being Superman for a day might be a perfect way to torture my brain. But I guess it’s awesome to be able to fly on your own, except the cape thingy - too risky, when it comes down to bird poops and washing schedule per week.
Yup, I would have an awesome place for a home, second-best to Batman’s hideout. What else, I would have to suffer from extreme events to become V (ouch). I would be speaking in Vanguage and making awesome masterplan to save the world, having cool set of knives that never run out during fights, strangely. A man of ideals, and grand idea, a philosopher himself. Oh, and mask-up all day long. Another lonely dude.
Beehee, not exactly a hero is he? But he has identity problem, which is just more of the same, it would be nice if most of the time you know who you are. Half of the time me-Hulk would be white, calm and brainy, the other green, angry and brawny. Such confusing combination for a personality. I might as well end up smashing down buses and trucks that honk loudly on the streets, be chased after by soldiers and tanks, and want to kill myself.
Oh well, I’d be like Shakespeare in the park, being extremely concerned for my adopted evil brother, wearing a cape that is as red as Gryffindor’s uniform and acting emotionally, having a weighty hammer that works out my muscles whenever I hold it, jumping up and down through time and space, calling thunders to wash off street honkers, oh, I mean villains, or whatever that is not emotional and blonde :-?
Yup, not my favorite. I’d need only his hammer.
Another extremely rich ‘kid’, smart and, luckily, actually HAVE a girl without having to get one. But I don’t mind being rich, the only problem is arrogance. I might punch myself in the face every time a sarcastic joke comes out. Other than that, having my own sky-high tower with my own name on it would not be a major problem. I could also make fun over politicians on mainstream media and gain fan groups (or hate groups?) :-? This is worth considering.
After serious consideration, I would want to be somewhere between Batman’s brain and Stark’s building, Thor’s hammer and Hulk’s green skin-suit, plus the roar. But in any case, I just have to deal with masks, hot & breath-taking suits (literally), and loneliness, unless I have little more of Ironman and less of the others.
Oh and all of them have identity problem, except for V the man, he does not even remember who he is.
Well, having felt much better with the scene of electrified spidersuit in mind, I can now bring this to an end and open the imaginary door for another day with Villain list *British accent*~