I can’t remember the last time a random group got together and had the time of their lives, every time. Now everyone is selective. Just being your younger child. Too much has changed.
I wish my ceilings weren’t so high. I want to reach up and tear this thing to pieces. It won’t stop beeping at least twice every minute. The vid didn’t even upload Oh well. lol.
So driving back from the city yesterday, i get a...
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I love having conversations with strangers. It’s intriguing. You never know what connection they will be to you for the future. Just met a guy who works at the VA hospital. He asked me if I was studying to be a doctor, told him I was studying to be a speech pathologist (I guess you can call it a doctor). And he gave me encouragement. If only those who we know most were like this to us...
I like how Vietnamese people never think I’m Vietnamese.
talldecaf: my kids will never know.
RIP Anthony Germany. Support and prayers for your family Niko. <3
“You can’t trust people because you want to. You either do or you don’t.”
I need more hanging with friends buddies. -> Fiftycynt.
Exactly one month until my birthday!! Holla.
I’d kill for a massage right now… so who wants to die first? ;)
I need a drank. It’s only Monday.
buidesign: First time to ever sell my paintings! email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you are interested! 4”x4” acrylic on canvas awesome trinh!
options options. boston. dallas. austin. philly. boulder. florida. or stay here.
Musings: Perceptions →
dlizcious: People are never what they seem to be…only how they want to be seen. Unfortunately, how you project yourself and how you appear to be can get lost in translation. How others see you just isn’t the way you see yourself, whether you like it or not. Sometimes you feel like people just don’t… Ameeeeen. We’re always on the same page.
I love how most people don’t know someone until they die, let alone care about what kind of impact they have made on our lives. It only becomes a reality when someone dies or when some kind of disaster happens for us to even come to some common ground of, dare I say it, love-passion. Post, post, post. Tweet. Blog. Facebook. And the story of history begins to play into all of that. Anything...