“According to astrologers, typical Pisceans do not have great physical stamina. Pisceans can be delicate and vulnerable, especially when under emotional stress. However, they are capable of great strength, in part because they are adaptable and can maneuver around difficult situations. They also have the ability to take life as it comes. Professions associated with Pisces are music, film, dance, and other arts; charitable work; counseling; jobs involving water, chemicals, oil, or drugs; clergy; and nursing.”
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Từ ngày 20/2 đến 20/3 là cung Pisces( Song Ngư) – cung hoàng đạo của mình …hiz , 1 năm trôi wa nhanh thật, sắp đến SN thứ 19 của mình rùi, chỉ còn vài ngày nữa thui, sắp già đến nơi, chán ghê . HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! 
Xin gửi đến những người quan tâm , đăc biệt là các bạn thuộc cung Pisces những bài thơ.
Pisces girl 
We've been fishing
for the stars
on moonlit nights,
finding ourselves
in some fishy
situations, searching
for that romantic
ideal --
you were soft
and dreamy,
dressed in black
like the night,
charming and alluring
all around you --
Oh Pisces girl,
you've taken all
the clocks
and removed
the hands, sending
me into an unknown
time warp --
you have turned
the world into
an ocean of souls,
dancing to the music
of constellations,
while I watched
your heart blossom
into a field of
violets --
Oh Pisces girl,
planting your
dreams deep
inside my soul.
for the stars
on moonlit nights,
finding ourselves
in some fishy
situations, searching
for that romantic
ideal --
you were soft
and dreamy,
dressed in black
like the night,
charming and alluring
all around you --
Oh Pisces girl,
you've taken all
the clocks
and removed
the hands, sending
me into an unknown
time warp --
you have turned
the world into
an ocean of souls,
dancing to the music
of constellations,
while I watched
your heart blossom
into a field of
violets --
Oh Pisces girl,
planting your
dreams deep
inside my soul.
PISCES' SONG
I am Water.
I am Water
I am the Well
Deep and cool,
That never runs dry
In thirst or drought
Always some to give
Whatever the need.
I am Water
I am the laughing Brook
Playful and light
Cheerily calling
Turning rocks and snags
Into laughter and smiles.
I am Water
I am the Pond
Shaded and serene
I am the calm, the listener
I am the mystic
I seek the solace of the soul.
I am Water
I am the Geyser
Eruptive force of pressure built
Of hours, days, months, years
I am the vent of frustration
I am the release of pain.
I am Water.
I am the Whirlpool
I am the conflict of opposites
The struggles of confusion
The challenge to resolve.
I am Water.
I am the River
Flowing through the ages
Ever moving, ever constant
Lazy eddies, impetuous rapids
But always flowing
Steadfastly to the sea.
I am Water.
I am the Ocean
I am that which spans
The length and breadth of the world.
I am untold depth, untold mystery
The echo of ages serenading the shore
The Collective Conscious, the Spirit
Part of all that is, and was,
And shall be.
I am Water.
I am the Torrent
Strength of purpose,
irresistable flood
Driven by the force
Of the heart's pure will.
I am Water.
I am Tears
I live in sorrow and in joy
I am the empath
I am the self-undoing
I live in the healing
As well as the pain.
I am Water.
But it is I
Who long to drown
In You.
Hayseed © Will Chassereau
Các bạn download và thưởng thức bài “ Aurora” và “Bamboo” nhé …….. Click on the song to listen --> Aurora and Bamboo
Và dưới đây là bài You’ve got a friend – 1 bài hát rất hay mà bạn Quân send cho P 
, thank bạn Q tốt bụng rất nhiều .Xin gửi đến tất cả những người bạn của P bài hát dễ thương này .Chắc chắn các bạn sẽ rất thích
Download --> You've Got A Friend
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PISCES POEM
a wise and crafty woman and a clever queen
with sunset hair and ocean eyes.
I think I may have danced for princes
using my bare feet, my silk scarves and satin palms
to cast a spell, to grant their wishes.
I think I may have died at sea,
some sort of poignant drowning
in a storm before a calm—
water water everywhere with no indication
that I burned, although I may have smoldered,
smoked, and started fires—some details
are no longer clear, some memories appear
as prayers, surprising meditations,
languages spoken in another land.
I think I might have been a sorceress,
a siren with a velvet voice,
sunning on a rock, seducing sailors,
pirates, kings, explorers . . .
answering their questions, offering them a choice
to dance or dream, to rule or serve.
I must have seemed a goddess in those lights,
an angel in the afternoon, a nymph at night.
I must have taken many down
without a single cut or bruise.
They must have all been willing—
fathers, sons, only brothers—to abandon
wives and quests and kingdoms for the sound
of my sweet singing, plaintive, pure.
I must have been their muse
and there must have been a reason
or a premonition ringing in our ancient ears,
a rationale for all that dying.
This compassion for the wounded
must surely ripple from a stone
skipped long ago across a lake.
I must have loved to give them joy
and then to take their hands in mine
and lead them, man and boy,
to islands somewhere off the map,
to gardens they would grow to love
but never find the strength to leave.
I must have married through the ages—
knights and pawns, priests and mages,
switching names, surviving losses,
waiting centuries to grieve.
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…hiz , có cảm tưởng mình vừa tăng thêm 5 kg, khủng khiếp
, có lẽ 1 phần đúng , vừa mới hôm trước mình bị chôm pass. Có lão nào đó vào nick mình gửi cái link âm nhạc nhưng lại là spy cho các bạn trong list
, định thu âm để nghe thử luôn nhưng thấy mình hát ẹ wá lại còn vấp lung tung nên thôi ….hiz , tội nghiệp nếu ai đó có lỡ nghe P tra tấn( he he , thật đáng tiếc cho An đã được “thưởng thức “ , dzui ghê)
. Chờ khi bé mèo lớn thêm 1 chút, wen chỗ ở mới sẽ không còn sợ nữa lại chịu chơi đùa với P, đáng yêu wá 
Vậy là hết tết rùi, nhanh ghê…hiz, lại sắp đi học. 
, sau đó 2 đứa chào nhau được 2 câu rui` bb luôn , chán thía ,hiếm có cơ hội gặp lắm mà chẳng nói được j. 
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...hiz , cuộc đời wả thật k0 phải lúc nào cũng màu hồng như mình nghĩ). Vào Yoko lại gặp bạn Nhật và các bạn khoa mình, nhìn loanh quanh 1 lúc lại thấy anh Trung manager của Hiền Thục và Hứa Vĩ Văn . Ngồi nghe nhạc 1 cách vô tư mình chẳng nghĩ là đã mất đồ , chẳng biết là có 1 con người kia đang hớn hở vì nhặt được , ác độc ở chỗ còn bắt mình phải chuộc lại, đến khi về đến nhà biết được thì lo sợ không thể tả, cứ thế mà bù lu bù loa ....hiz sao mà xui thia' k0 bít, vừa mất mấy cuốn sách văn mình rất quý , bây h lại mất đồ , sao mình chưa già mà lại hậu đậu , lẩm cẩm thía nhỉ