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coaibiet:

5 giai đoạn khi Facebook ra mắt một tính năng mới.
1. Phủ nhận: “Chả có gì. Nó chỉ thử vài ý tưởng quái đản với một nhóm nhỏ rồi trả lại giao diện cũ của FB thân thương thôi mà”
2. Giận dữ: “CLGT??? Có biết thế này là vi phạm quyền tự do cá nhân không? Anh sẽ Like bất cứ page ký tên nào để đưa thằng Mark ra Tòa án quốc tế.”
3. Van lơn: “Anh thề anh sẽ không stalk của gái và post những thứ nhảm nhí lên FB nữa. Làm ơn đừng phơi bày nhất cử nhất động cuộc sống đồi trụy của anh với bạn bè.”
4. Suy sụp: ” Thế là quá đủ, FB đã trở nên biến thái không chấp nhận được. Anh thà deactivate account của anh và cho nó chết dí ở đó còn hơn.”
5. Chấp nhận: “Chưa tới giờ ngủ mà mẹ!!! Nhìn cái Tài nó vừa post hình party lên FB kìa. Trong khi con lại phải đi ngủ á???”

coaibiet:

5 giai đoạn khi Facebook ra mắt một tính năng mới.

1. Phủ nhận: “Chả có gì. Nó chỉ thử vài ý tưởng quái đản với một nhóm nhỏ rồi trả lại giao diện cũ của FB thân thương thôi mà”

2. Giận dữ: “CLGT??? Có biết thế này là vi phạm quyền tự do cá nhân không? Anh sẽ Like bất cứ page ký tên nào để đưa thằng Mark ra Tòa án quốc tế.”

3. Van lơn: “Anh thề anh sẽ không stalk của gái và post những thứ nhảm nhí lên FB nữa. Làm ơn đừng phơi bày nhất cử nhất động cuộc sống đồi trụy của anh với bạn bè.”

4. Suy sụp: ” Thế là quá đủ, FB đã trở nên biến thái không chấp nhận được. Anh thà deactivate account của anh và cho nó chết dí ở đó còn hơn.”

5. Chấp nhận: “Chưa tới giờ ngủ mà mẹ!!! Nhìn cái Tài nó vừa post hình party lên FB kìa. Trong khi con lại phải đi ngủ á???”

taitran:

Life!
thatsgood:

:D đời nhiều lúc chi mà tệ dữ :))
dzunglv:

quynhnguyen212:

9gag:

At least it tried…

toi nghiep qua co, tranh vo dua lai gap vo dua`

taitran:

Life!

thatsgood:

:D đời nhiều lúc chi mà tệ dữ :))

dzunglv:

quynhnguyen212:

9gag:

At least it tried…

toi nghiep qua co, tranh vo dua lai gap vo dua`

staff:

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staff:

Happy New Year, Tumblr!

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Đàn ông có vợ thật là tuyệt !

vukidrock:

binhb00ng:

tmhung:

Đang say giấc nồng, anh nghe thấy tiếng “Hòang tử bé” oe oe khóc. Lồm cồm bò dậy, mắt nhắm, mắt mở, ôm con vừa cưng vừa nựng, con lại khóc dữ hơn. “À, nhớ ra rồi”, bỗng mắt anh sáng quắc như thể vừa phát minh ra điều gì vĩ đại.

Anh vội mở tủ đồ của con. Loay hoay một hồi tìm tìm, kiếm kiếm, anh bới ra một bịch bỉm. Với đại một cái, anh hì hục thay cho con. 

Cu cậu khoái trá, vừa mút tay vừa ê a. Anh vỗ về, hát ru con, rồi tranh thủ chợp mắt một cái. Nhưng mí mắt vừa kịp kéo xuống, Hoàng tử bé đã lại gào. Lần này dữ dội hơn, còn kèm theo những cơn ho sằng sặc. Dỗ kiểu gì con cũng không nín. “À, con đói chứ gì. Ngoan để bố pha sữa nhé.” Anh thì thầm ngọt nhạt. Chẳng rõ cu cậu có hiểu gì không mà ngưng hẳn. Cái khoản thông minh và háu ăn này, sao mà giống anh đến thế. 

Cẩn thận đặt con, anh lúi húi với chai lọ dưới bếp. Chà, thì ra pha sữa cũng không quá khó như anh vẫn hình dung. Anh đưa lên miệng nếm thử một ngụm xem sữa đã đủ ấm. Mắt thiu thiu, anh thấy bụng đoi đói, sẵn tiện anh thử thêm một hơi nữa. Chậc chậc, ngon ngon, anh đăm chiêu mơ màng. Lại có tiếng Hoàng tử bé, anh lập cập: “Bố đây, bố đây”. Ấm bụng rồi, Hoàng tử bé ngoan hẳn, anh ẵm con lòng vòng quanh nhà. Mấy lần định đặt mình xuống giường, gà gật ngủ thêm 5 - 10 phút nhưng cái “loa phóng thanh” quen thuộc ấy chỉ trực chờ anh dừng là lại kêu inh ỏi. 

“Bố ơi, bố!”, tiếng Công chúa nhỏ phòng bên, chắc là vừa dậy. “Ra đánh răng, rửa mặt đi con”, anh nói vọng vào. Tay phải ẵm con, tay trái ngượng nghịu, anh lấy khăn mặt, bải chải và giúp con lớn đi vệ sinh. “Bố ơi, bố. Con muốn mặc cái váy màu hồng!” Công chúa nhỏ nũng nịu. “Ờ, để bố lấy”. Anh hua tay múa chân một hồi trong phòng con, cuối cùng cũng tìm ra được một cái váy theo đúng yêu cầu. “Lại bố mặc cho nào”, “Không phải cái này, con thích cái màu hồng có nơ, dì Hương mới mua cơ”. Ôi trời, vẽ chuyện, làm sao anh biết cái nào là cái dì Hương mua cho chứ.  
Ngước mắt lên cây treo quần áo bên cạnh, may quá có một cái màu hồng có nơ. Với tay lấy váy, anh vụng về chuẩn bị mặc cho con “Không phải cái này, cái có nơ hình bông hoa mà bố”. Trời, hết chịu nổi, đúng là đồ đàn bà, có váy mà mặc là tốt rồi, lại còn đòi màu hồng có nơ mà nơ thì nhất định hình bông hoa. “Có mặc không thì bảo”, anh gào lên.  

Công chúa nhỏ thấy bố như vậy, sợ hãi, ngoác cái miệng xinh méo xệch ra khóc, nước mắt nước mũi giàn giụa. Hoàng tử bé nghe tiếng chị khóc cũng vội hùa theo. Cả nhà âm vang một bản giao hưởng tuyệt mỹ. Vò đầu bứt tai, anh âu yếm: “Con ngoan, mặc tạm đi rồi chiều bố đưa đi ăn kem”. “Con đói lắm!” công chúa nhỏ mếu máo. “Ừ ừ, bố biết rồi”, ba chân bốn cẳng, anh phóng như bay xuống dưới nhà mua đồ ăn sáng cho con. 

Bây giờ đã là 9h sáng, Hoàng tử bé đang ngoan ngõan chơi cùng Công chúa nhỏ, anh tranh thủ giặt đống đồ bẩn để phơi cho kịp nắng. Đoạn lại ba chân bốn cẳng anh phi như bay xuống cái chợ cóc đầu phố. Chà, giá cả cứ leo thang đến chóng cả mặt. Ngẩn ngẩn, ngơ ngơ một hồi, anh cũng kiếm được một miếng thịt chân giò và vài mớ rau cải. Thế là trưa nay đã có một bữa thịnh soạn rồi. 

Vừa đặt chân về đến cửa, anh đã lại nghe thấy tiếng Hoàng tử bé khóc. Lại mấy việc quen quen, thay bỉm, pha sữa cho con, lần này thì anh chuyên nghiệp hơn nhiều rồi. Cứ thế này, tay nghề của anh được nâng lên vùn vụt. Xong xuôi đâu vào đấy, anh gọi Công chúa nhỏ vào ăn cơm trước. Xúc cơm được một miếng, mặt con bé xịu cả xuống “Cơm bố nấu không ngon. Con không ăn nữa đâu”. Anh cười hì hì: “Canh bố nấu ngon đấy chứ, chỉ mỗi tội thiếu muối thôi”. Thương con, anh lại cuống cuồng mở tủ lạnh lấy bánh ngọt và sữa thay thế. 

Ăn vội ăn vàng được lưng cơm cho qua bữa, anh tranh thủ đánh một giấc. Vừa thiu thiu, anh thấy Công chúa nhỏ kéo tay áo giật giật “Bố ơi, con muốn đi ăn kem. Bố hứa đưa con đi ăn kem mà”. Quá sức chịu đựng, anh gào lên thảm thiết: “ Yên cho bố ngủ. Bố mệt lắm rồi. Con ơi là con”. Hoàng tử bé giật mình, choàng tỉnh giấc khóc ngằn ngặt, mặt Công chúa nhỏ cũng ầng ặc nước. 

Mồ hôi mồ kê đầm đìa, anh bật dậy, ngó ra ngoài. Công chúa nhỏ trong đúng bộ váy màu hồng có nơ hình bông hoa đang bò dưới sàn tô màu. Hòang tử bé mãn nguyện ê a trong vòng tay bà ngoại. Có mùi xào nấu và văng vẳng tiếng cười của vợ anh trong bếp. Té ra, anh vừa ngủ mơ. Đúng là ác mộng. Anh thong thả chào mẹ, ung dung ăn bữa sáng vợ đã chuẩn bị sẵn. Sau đó, anh lăng xăng giúp vợ làm cơm trưa.  

Ồ, có vợ thật là tuyệt!

taitran:

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Stanford Report, June 14, 2005

‘You’ve got to find what you love,’ Jobs says

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505

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