American food = fast + fat + food

In my opion, American food is fast and fat food. In my country, if somebody says, "Let's go eat American", then it should be meaning "Let's go eat Kentucky Fried Chicken". Because we do not have any franchises of Mc Donald's, KFC is the king of the "taken away" food industry there. More and more Vietnames are getting addicted to KFC. Admittedly, American food is addicted. Although I am also a big fan of it, I have to restrain myself from consume it everyday; otherwise, I'll get "super size".
The reason is American food contains too much fat and calories, especially the American fast food. It is far different from Vietnamese cuisine. The American's common diet is usually more focused on bread, meat (chicken, pork, beef), eggs, milk, dairy products such as yogust, cream, sauces, and less on vegetables. Even when the American use vegetables for their meals, they serve their salad with creamy sauce, which is also a high-fat diet. In contrast, the Vietnamese cuisine is in favor of using as much fresh vegetables as possible. It is shown clearly that rice or subproducts from rice (vermice celli, noddles) are our must-have dish everyday. Also, In a tradional Vietnamse dish, lattuce or flavored herb or fresh vegetable is a must-have ingridient, and we use lemon juice and sugar to make salad's sauce.
In addition, the American don't use much seasoning. Their key flavors are salt, pepper and oil; while the typically Vietnamse contains a bunch of seasoning flavors. Beside sugar, salt, and pepper, we also use soya sauce, fish sauce, seasame oil, and even dried herbs.
Although there exists differences between the two countries' cuisine, I must confess that the American food is delicious. It's easy for people to get addicted to the American food. And once they are addicted to it, they can't stop eating it. In general, no matter what country the food comes from, people should be aware of eating right because "delicious" does not always mean "heathy".
PS: In the quotation "Let's go eat American", is American an adjective standing for American food? What if someone takes it as a Noun??? Then, I guess the meaning will change drastically from eating American food to eating the Americans

Is the glass half empty or half full?

When you want to find out if a person is a pessimist or an optimist, just simply ask him/her this question: "Is the galss half empty or half full?". If the answer is "empty", then that person must be generally pessimistic now. In constract, you are talking to a fully optimist.

Then, the next question comes to your mind is " How does a pessimist's perspective of life differ from an optimist's one?". Well, the answer lies right in the quote by Winston Churchill: "A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty". And I think it is true. In the pessimist's view, everything becomes a huge obstacle that he impossibly overcomes. It is obvious that this negative view lets him down and sucks his energy. Thus, the pessimist sees the worst in the best and waives his opprtunities away. However, it is a different story for the optimist. The optimist sees the whole world in pink, and considers everything as "being as light and easy as feather". Thus, life becomes easy in the eyes of the optimist. Then, the free feeling she has for life, the less stress she suffers, which makes her mostly energetic. She, of course, does not want to miss any opportunities offered to her, no matter how challenging they are.

In general, we cannot come to conclusion whether the optimists are more successful than the pessimists. But it is clearly that optimistic people are less suffering from stressful life and more energetic then pessimistic ones.

PS: _ Someone: "Is the galss half empty or half full?"
      _ Me: "I dont know. Give me a glass of water, and I ll let you know if it is empty, full, or just simply half :) "

CAN BIRDS OF DIFFERENT FATHERS FLOCK TOGETHER?

Some people might cite "birds of a feather flock together". Some think "opposites attract". In my view, birds of a feather do flock togerther, but then one day they realize they have so many things in common that they feel no opposite attraction for their peers.Thus, I tend to come to friends who have something different from mine, and my best friend is among them. Although we are best friends, we usually have clashing opnion on different aspects from characters to tastes.

The first contrast is our personalities. My best friends is an extrovert. She can easily have smooth conversation with people for the first time she meets them. As a result, she has a big circle of friends. However, it is another story for me. I am quite introverted, and I only feel comfortable when I listen to people. I like to listen to her stories, and I think it is an useful way which helps my friend relieve her stress. In turn, she is always the person I come to for some tips when I am in trouble because she is sociable and has experience in solving problems.

THe second contrast comes from our different tastes for fashion. My best friend is an active girl, so her fashion style must be sporty. For me, I am in favored of classic. We usually have jokes on each other's style, but we never take it so serious. When I need sporty clothes, she becomes my best advisers; then, when she goes to parties where classic style is always the best option to think of, she comes to me as her mastermind.

To sum up, it is not always true that people with clashing personalities cannot get along well with others. My best friend and I are a good example of this exception. Though we are different from appearance to characters and tastes, and sometimes we have debates to support our opinion, we never end up in fighting because we know there is no right or wrong answer for opinion. We are different and together we help complete each other. That is the point we should consider when we decide to "flock" with "a bird" whose feather is different from ours.

I HAVE GOOD DAYS, BUT I DO HAVE A BUNCH OF BAD DAYS!!!

Yes, I sometimes have a good day, but I do usually have a bunch of bad days; and "Bad Day" of Daniel Powter sounds like mine. Thus, I fell for this song for the first time I listened to it, and it now becomes my favorite song that's always present in my playlist.
I sometimes pose a question to myself if the song's writer is such a  good mind reader that he can express the exact feeling a person suffers when she has spent a day long with all bad luck. The "she" in the song starts her day with "a kick up the leaf", "faking a smile with the coffee to go", which brings a picture of a new boring day without energy. Admittedly, I find myself be in the line with the lyric so much that I am supposed it were written for me. Everyday I wake up at 5am, step out of my house at 6am, and do not come back home until 9pm. With a hectic schedule at school, I do not have time for myself anymore. At the end of the day, I also pose a faking smile to my uncle when I meet him at home. It is not because I do not love him, it just because I am too tired to give him a big bright smile. My professor once told me that in advance, and honestly, I did not believe it. Now, "I DO, SIR!!!". What a freaking hurry life!!!
However, Daniel Powter with his gentle voice turn the song into a soft tune. It just like he is telling a story, not a suffer, about a chain of memory for those bad days. In addition, the video clip illustrating for this song is so interesting. Two people who see "no blue skies" in their everyday get stuck in their lives so much that they sketch what they think about this life on the post sign at the bus stop as the only way to express themselves, which then magically leads them to the love they are looking for.
So, although life is tough, but it is still magical like a fairy tail if we believe and do not give up, right???

I M SICK OF BLOOD !!!

Im sick of blood. Yes, it's true. Blood is a vital part of my life, but I must confess that I hate to see it. However, my fear for blood has just occupied me lately. When I was young, I used to be a naughty child. Thus, it is usual for me to get minor injuries every day. There was nothing wrong with me until one day when I myself witnessed a terrible motorbike accident. I was riding my motorbike from school to home on that day, paying attention on the ride but didn't forget to take a grasp view of an early beautiful Friday evening. People were dressing up, rushing out, riding motorcycles, taking their beloveds out for a lovely weekend night. I especially put my attention on a couple in elegant suites. I guessed that they were on their way to a party. It seemed that they were late because they were speeding up with carelessness. They passed by me, they passed by other motocyclists, and they crossed the trafic light when it was red. Then, "what will be will be". The man lied there under the truck's wheels at the intersection while the woman was blown 3 meters away from the motobike when the couple hit a truck while trying crossing the red light. I was right there at the coner of the trafic light where the accident occurred. Yes, it's me, an expected witness. The man was lying there with all his brain spliting out of his skull, and the woman was in her own blood bond, unconscious. I almost vomited when I HAD TO witness that scene. Then, when I came home, I could hardly eat anything for a few days because I was obsessed for what I had seen that night. Since then, I have also had obsession for blood. Everytime I cut myself when I cook, I feel like my gut being cut with a sharp knife. I also freak out when I have to get injection. In general, I am sick of blood, totally sick of blood!!!