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Tôi vẫn vào được Facebook mặc những kẻ khác hack? :D

Anonymous (Anon) là một phong trào theo “hacktivism”. Anon tương tự như các nhà hoạt động xã hội hay chính trị khác (activists). Họ dùng các phương thức tấn công qua mạng để thể hiện sự phản kháng của mình đối với các thể chế mà họ coi là kẻ thù đối với tự do thông tin.

Tuy nhiên, Anonymous không hẳn là một tổ chức hay một nhóm hacker nào đó, mà là một phong trào. Không có lãnh đạo, không có tổ chức rõ ràng. Họ có thể là một chuyên gia máy tính ở Mỹ, cũng có thể chỉ là một thằng nhóc đang ngồi cày game ở Việt Nam. Tự tập hợp, tự tan rã. Họ không là ai, mà là tất cả :). Khi khởi xướng một hành động tấn công vào một đối tượng nào đó, họ sẽ biểu quyết, đưa ra thông báo, và tấn công. Ai tham gia là tự nguyện. Nên mức độ của từng cuộc tấn công rất khác nhau.

“We are Anonymous.
We are Legion.
We do not forgive.
We do not forget.
Expect us.”

Khi truy cập vào một số trang thông tin “hỗ trợ” cho Anonymous, ta rất dễ dàng thấy rằng việc tấn công Facebook đợt này không được nhiều sự ủng hộ. Điều đó cũng thể hiện trong sự thiếu nhất quán trong các “tweet” của họ trên Twitter. Thêm vào đó, để tấn công một đối tượng lớn như Facebook là không đơn giản. Thông thường chỉ có thể gây gián đoạn truy cập trong một vài giờ, hoặc cùng lắm là một vài ngày. Việc sao lưu dữ liệu với một công ty, và lại là một công ty sống nhờ dữ liệu người dùng như FB là sống còn. Nên theo tôi chúng ta không phải quá lo lắng.

Bài viết thể hiện quan điểm riêng của tác giả. Viết ở công ty để thể hiện sự phản kháng cho việc phải đi làm cả ngày thứ 7

It’s just a wrong way

Weeks ago, I had a cafe date w/ Huy or some of my other friends. Took a normal way to Huy’s cafe, the familiar turns, the get-used-to everything… then I just found out that I was going to Hacinco student village. If it was the day time, it should be of my years spending in ISVNU; however, it was definitely not. It was @ the evening and it should be ‘cos of SHE.

I just took a wrong way.

Then I realized that she meant a lot to me. And I get used to that way - the way to Hacinco, the way to her…

It’s just a wrong turn. And I miss you, Chubby!

I swear!

I swear. Tao thề. :)

Chubby. You are studying rite next to me. And you are eating beef. And I love you.

Chubby. You’ve made lots of effort to reach your dream, and to go to France, to leave me :). I’m JOKING. And you have made a little but important steps on that long way. You are studying and eating simultaneously lol :).

I swear, not to wait for you but wait for the day of us. I am still an unemployed old man. But I will. No, I have to find my own way.

I swear “by the the moon. And the stars in the sky I’ll be there. I swear like the shadow that’s by your side, I’ll be there.”

And I swear.

A Promise-breakologist

Actually I did consider a lot before writing this piece. I know that it will hurt him quite hard and I should not write this way about one of my closed friend. Wait, hmmm. No, I am just kidding. I will write in any way I like as it is MY place, not anyone else’. And I don’t dare play trick on him; even though he is twice bigger than me. hohoho.

The moments that completely change our life

I still remember that day as it happened yesterday. Three years ago, my closed friend got a long-term contract to work for a China-based corporation located in Shenzhen, China. One day before his departure, we did hold a small goodbye party and even bought him a warm coat. The weather there was quite cold. Two days after the party, I called him to ask if everything was ok for him. He told me that he must stay in Hanoi as his father got cancer. His family called him while he was crossing the borderline. Then, he had to stay in the hospital to take care his father for more than one year. My mom said to me his eyes are so deep and the deep-eyed is usually granted the sadness. Actually I do not believe in such a thing but I can see the sadness in his eyes when I visited his father. When his father passed away, I called him to comfort and share with his loss. He said to me that he started to stutter as he did spend too much time in the hospital and had not talked much with others for such a long time. His words haunted me a lot. And I still wonder how the second his family called him to announce his father’s sickness change his life. From the young who want to explore a new country full of different things, he now has to stay in Ha Noi to take care his mother – who has become a widow.

A meatologist

Even in the urban dictionary (@ urbandictionary.com), I did not find the description of this word. Talking about this dictionary, I did find the full explanation of shitologist when we give that nick name for Mr. Hoang Shit (He will be angry today if you call him “shit”, so be careful :D). However, urban dictionary or shit is not the topic for this piece of writing, it’s about one of my best friends’ - Huy’s philosophy.

When we were @ “his own café” some weeks ago, Huy was extremely interested in the philosophy which can be summarized as follow: the one who eats meat will be huger, more beautiful and stronger than the one who does not. He gives us several supporting ideas. For instance, meat-eating animals (carnivore) are almost bigger, stronger and more beautiful than the grass-eating ones (herbivore) such as tiger, lion and so on. And even we the human beings are not exception. The westerners are bigger, taller and more civilized than Asian where most people eat rices and grow rice in the past. Then he insists that we should eat meats as much as we can.

Of course I love meat (any kind of meat lol) then I agree with him to some certain extents. So I give him the new nick name: The Meatologist or Nhà Thịt Học (or Nhà Xôi Thịt Học) hahaha.

Update @ 05/11/2011: when i share this entry to his gf, i find out that when we argue that there are some very big herbivore such as hippopotamus (?), elephant or something else. He insists that despite their huge body, they look stupid and ugly :D. I said to him that elephant is quite ok and good looking. He might argue that it is exceptional and there are some abnormal in a even distribution (that’s my own words inspired with his thought :D. I don’t think that he now can remember anything related to statistics and so do I lol).

As if it is mine :P

Sometimes I wonder what is the meaning of life. Trying so hard to escape from our hometown, to get a small piece of land in a crowded and dirty city, to get a house without garden. And have to be extremely smart to own a house with garden which is regarded as a villa. A villa with small garage and garden to grow some plants and vegetable when we are retired. We can easily have a house with good view, a large garden where we can plant whatever we want, a lake if we want to have a lake-viewed house, a field for the running dog and so forth. I just wonder what is the point…

It is not a caption. It is a piece of writing about SHE.
I am on the way to my hometown, to visit my daddy and uncle. And I am looking at this picture to see my love’s fingers. Lovely fingers which I do not dare to chew or bite (like she does :P).
My girl, I love you…

My Dinh car park