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anti-phonies
An. Hanoi, Vietnam. I've been stirring this planet my own way for 16 years and been living to the fullest. I have a serious distaste for phonies and those with whom I can't even have a conversation with. A normal boy living in a nice neighborhood, a normal dream reaching out for a utopia. Sarcasm all the way rushes in my blood, but i just can't help falling in love with that bitch. Will i ever trade anything for this present? no i won't. Dilemma doesn't count on such infinity. And i'm proud to be an optimist,
I don't smoke, i don't drink (red wine n san francisco don't count), I'm not officialy spoiled, I do curse, I do have perverted thoughts.
I love the sound of Mediterranean sea, of tidal waves. I love the vintage of European picturesqueness. I love my piano and I love the smell of old books.
I'd love to be Holden Caulfield from 'The Catcher In The Rye'. Truly inspiring, rebellious and somewhat melancholy.
so freaking bad
Anonymous asked: Do you love Thuy' Hang =)) answer truthfully plz
oh my god #dead i can smell you.
Anonymous asked: what the fuck are you doing here
hmm who are you?
Neat.
Alicerocksyoursocks: I would be Stephanie Meyer. First I would make a public apology for the damage I have done to women, teen literature and the human race in general. Then I would take back everything I ever said about vampires being sparkly and werewolves not being cool and Remus Lupin-like and not really being werewolves at all but just boring old shapeshifters who don’t even transform at the full moon. Thirdly, I would decree that every book I wrote should be confiscated and never printed again. And finally, I would never, in my whole life, ever used the word ‘murmured’ ever again. Ever.
I agree. This sickening saga deserves a boycott. I adore Kristen, but… just no.
The self we expose to reality is too deceptive.
iSuck
really my optimism is right here packing its stuffs and about to leave me for good. i never thought it could get down to this point, where all of my hopes and dreams are nowhere to be found. been trying to convince myself that ranting doesn’t help. NO IT DOES RANTING DOES HELP. I’d rather bitch this out than sleep in an uncomfortable state. querky me. sense of shamefulness spreads through my body. i’m a humilation to this family. i’ve turned my back to my parents’ gazing eyes on me. the feeling never lasts. it’s a joke. i’m a fiasco. i’m no longer the joyful and elated boy (at least for now). the borderline between innocence and maturity is fading away. am i fancying? this must be reality because i can only taste bitterness.
Nothing can stop me from being subaquatic, where I can think deeper and let go of the sizzling hot confusions that keep overwhelming my brain.
Now i feel a lot better because I have school-work and friends to wash away nostalgic silly consciousness.
Fine.
I am no longer a firefly bursting out of no where in the night. I am no longer a vulnerable misfit creature in the world of freaks. I, myself, declare to be heard. Yeah. It feels great.
I found things to keep my mind busy, to keep my mind from thinking about those times we shared together. Bet you must be flying high up in the sky, that’s your heaven, Angel.
Class won’t be the same, bus won’t be the same, kem xôi won’t be the same, lotte won’t be the same,… without you. And songs you always sang to me, though they are annoyingly annoying, will all be here in my heart.
