Faux Feminist

Of course there’s such a thing as love. Everything’s made of love. But I think what there’s no such thing as, is the love that other people tell you about. The love that you hear about from movies or from songs or from your friends or from your parents. I mean you can take what you want and leave the rest from those notions of love, but there’s no love except the one that you feel for yourself, and it’s different for everyone.

Phụ nữ cũng như phần mềm máy tính.
Giao diện đẹp chưa chắc đã chạy ổn định.
Chạy ổn định chưa chắc đã xử lý thông minh.
Xử lý thông minh chưa chắc dễ bảo trì.
Mà nếu một phần mềm có đủ hết các yêu cầu trên thì chắc gì mua được,
mà dù có mua được đi nữa thì chưa chắc gì chúng ta có đủ trình độ quản lý,
nếu có đủ trình độ quản lý thì cũng luôn phập phồng lo sợ mấy thằng hacker nó hack mất!

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.