So this was me (╯°□°）╯ ┻━┻
━┳┳━ q(´∇｀) and this is JamesAB
He restored my account! Lol many thanks James I guess I'll be around for another year LOLOLOL
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━┳┳━ q(´∇｀) and this is JamesAB
He restored my account! Lol many thanks James I guess I'll be around for another year LOLOLOL
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My days are limited on this website. The account is going to go grey and I do not have the funds nor the will to renew it. Let's see what happens. (╯°□°）╯ ┻━┻
Name dropping blog because I explored a little bit of L.A. today.
Feeling a little cooped up within this house, I decided to hit up X to go to her coffee shop that she found. I had gotten there before she did so I was sitting in the van waiting for her phone call. The next thing you know, I found the bag of kettle corn my brother left behind when we were at the fair. SCORE! Almost stale, yet sweet; it was delicious, the best kind of popcorn out there.
It was a nice little place on the corner with plenty of tables. Inside and out with a huge back room seen through visible glass. There was huge machines! The service there was very exquisite. Plenty of workers walking around to give out food, serve, help, do anything that you might need that is within their bounds. X and I conversed for briefly an hour before she had to go to work.
FUCK boring.
Feeling a little cooped up within this house, I decided to hit up X to go to her coffee shop that she found. I had gotten there before she did so I was sitting in the van waiting for her phone call. The next thing you know, I found the bag of kettle corn my brother left behind when we were at the fair. SCORE! Almost stale, yet sweet; it was delicious, the best kind of popcorn out there.
It was a nice little place on the corner with plenty of tables. Inside and out with a huge back room seen through visible glass. There was huge machines! The service there was very exquisite. Plenty of workers walking around to give out food, serve, help, do anything that you might need that is within their bounds. X and I conversed for briefly an hour before she had to go to work.
FUCK boring.
Sunday June 26, 2011
Tl;dr: questions and thoughts. It doesn’t make sense, don’t read it.
Another weekend has gone bye. It has been two months since I last held a proper position that I have called employment. It was on a movie called Rock Jocks. There was a good cast but that’s not the blog to write about right now. But I guess it does relate as to my current situation. I am unemployed. Although I do not want to admit that it is not affecting myself, but it has.
There is a personal judgment that goes through my mind every single day. ‘Why do you not have a job?’ ‘Are you not a capable person that you don’t have a job?’ ‘What is wrong with you?’ It is a broken record that plays in my mind. Find a job. Do something with your life. You have a degree. Everyone has graduated; you had a semester before them, yet you still do not have a job. Why?
‘You go through the same routine day after day.’ I avoid my parents shop. There it is, I will admit it. I avoid it. Why? I do not want to work with my brother, mom, dad and uncles. I did it for three months. I have tested that water. The outcome was unsatisfactory and one of the main reasons I do not go back; my brother. Although with me working for them the family was happy, but I was not. I was restless. I wanted to do something with my life. I was not happy just working for the family. My brother did not like being pushed towards the back fixing the motors day after day. He felt as if he was not wanted there when I was working. Even my uncle told my parents. I want Hung to work here, I don’t care if he leaves. That statement eventually led to me working less then not showing up at all. My brother has moved from the back to the front and is now handling the paperwork and dealing with customers. For that I am happy for him. He is participating in the business.
There is a feeling though, that he does not like working here. It might just be a fleeting thought at the time, but he has mentioned it a few times. What if he goes back to his old company? He sure as hell would make a lot more money. Every time he mentions it though, as selfish as it may seem, I think about what will happen to me. At the age of 24 still living under my parent’s roof, what if I had to work for them for the rest of my life. ‘Can I do it?’ ‘Will I do it?’
‘Why do you not just pick up and leave?’ Leave it all, fuck it, be homeless. If you are so unhappy with everything leave. Cowardice? Culture? Tradition? Family? Responsibility?
There was an answer to why I stayed home still. Last week an incident happened in this house, in the room next to me. ‘What would have happened if you were not here.’ This would have happened. Consequences would have been dire. Your little brother is barely 17, smarter then all of us, but he is not that strong. ‘What if something happened.’
Tl;dr: questions and thoughts. It doesn’t make sense, don’t read it.
Another weekend has gone bye. It has been two months since I last held a proper position that I have called employment. It was on a movie called Rock Jocks. There was a good cast but that’s not the blog to write about right now. But I guess it does relate as to my current situation. I am unemployed. Although I do not want to admit that it is not affecting myself, but it has.
There is a personal judgment that goes through my mind every single day. ‘Why do you not have a job?’ ‘Are you not a capable person that you don’t have a job?’ ‘What is wrong with you?’ It is a broken record that plays in my mind. Find a job. Do something with your life. You have a degree. Everyone has graduated; you had a semester before them, yet you still do not have a job. Why?
‘You go through the same routine day after day.’ I avoid my parents shop. There it is, I will admit it. I avoid it. Why? I do not want to work with my brother, mom, dad and uncles. I did it for three months. I have tested that water. The outcome was unsatisfactory and one of the main reasons I do not go back; my brother. Although with me working for them the family was happy, but I was not. I was restless. I wanted to do something with my life. I was not happy just working for the family. My brother did not like being pushed towards the back fixing the motors day after day. He felt as if he was not wanted there when I was working. Even my uncle told my parents. I want Hung to work here, I don’t care if he leaves. That statement eventually led to me working less then not showing up at all. My brother has moved from the back to the front and is now handling the paperwork and dealing with customers. For that I am happy for him. He is participating in the business.
There is a feeling though, that he does not like working here. It might just be a fleeting thought at the time, but he has mentioned it a few times. What if he goes back to his old company? He sure as hell would make a lot more money. Every time he mentions it though, as selfish as it may seem, I think about what will happen to me. At the age of 24 still living under my parent’s roof, what if I had to work for them for the rest of my life. ‘Can I do it?’ ‘Will I do it?’
‘Why do you not just pick up and leave?’ Leave it all, fuck it, be homeless. If you are so unhappy with everything leave. Cowardice? Culture? Tradition? Family? Responsibility?
There was an answer to why I stayed home still. Last week an incident happened in this house, in the room next to me. ‘What would have happened if you were not here.’ This would have happened. Consequences would have been dire. Your little brother is barely 17, smarter then all of us, but he is not that strong. ‘What if something happened.’
I know some people hate that I'm listening to rap, but this song has been stuck in my head.
Marvin's Room by Drake.
Perhaps its the slow melodic beat or the bold lyrics Drake has written (or a ghostwriter, but I heard he writes most of his stuff. Even for Lil Wayne) This song seems, for me at least, calls forth some thought process.
Don't you ever feel like this when you're drunk? This is what a drunk dial is all about right? When you're drunk you speak what's on your mind. Have you ever called a past lover, girlfriend, friend that you wished you still had some connection with.
"I'm just sayin' you could do betta
Tell me have you heard that lately"
“Fuck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had”
Do you ever wish to do this with a sober mind? Do you even think that you could do it with a sober mind?
I'm not talking about a bad past love, but one that you wish you had still maintained. It was a good relationship that ended. I do not know if the correct word here would be regret. Would you consider it regret even. What if the number that you had in the phone book still worked, or they replied to your Facebook message. What would happen then? Would you start anew, rewind the clock of time and restart your relationship?
What if you still kept in contact with that person. Would you tell them that they've got the wrong person? Tell them how you really felt, that they should be with yourself.
I certainly do not have the answers to my own questions, so I am throwing it out there to whomever reads my blog. So many questions.
Reply below
tl;dr: I'm asking questions about if you can amend a good past relationship, would you?
p.s. heres JoJo's reply and Rochelle Jordan's reply
to Drakes song
Marvin's Room by Drake.
Perhaps its the slow melodic beat or the bold lyrics Drake has written (or a ghostwriter, but I heard he writes most of his stuff. Even for Lil Wayne) This song seems, for me at least, calls forth some thought process.
Don't you ever feel like this when you're drunk? This is what a drunk dial is all about right? When you're drunk you speak what's on your mind. Have you ever called a past lover, girlfriend, friend that you wished you still had some connection with.
"I'm just sayin' you could do betta
Tell me have you heard that lately"
“Fuck that nigga that you love so bad
I know you still think about the times we had”
Do you ever wish to do this with a sober mind? Do you even think that you could do it with a sober mind?
I'm not talking about a bad past love, but one that you wish you had still maintained. It was a good relationship that ended. I do not know if the correct word here would be regret. Would you consider it regret even. What if the number that you had in the phone book still worked, or they replied to your Facebook message. What would happen then? Would you start anew, rewind the clock of time and restart your relationship?
What if you still kept in contact with that person. Would you tell them that they've got the wrong person? Tell them how you really felt, that they should be with yourself.
I certainly do not have the answers to my own questions, so I am throwing it out there to whomever reads my blog. So many questions.
Reply below
tl;dr: I'm asking questions about if you can amend a good past relationship, would you?
p.s. heres JoJo's reply and Rochelle Jordan's reply
to Drakes song
It is the fifth of June on a Sunday at which I sit here in this musky and beaten room thinking about how I got here in the first place. I don’t even bother turning the tv on. It’s a little humid; the tiny fan barely helps cool me down. The streets are beckoning me to save them, but I am trapped in this room. Sirens go off every so often as the seconds tick on the clock not giving a damn about the lives of others. I lit up a cigarette, the smoke drifting up caressing my face. These things will kill ya.
I will change names for the sake of identity. This is the boring stuff.
I will change names for the sake of identity. This is the boring stuff.
Reflections.
Today has been a great insight on traditions and family even though was not my own. It reminded me that even though you’re an American, you’re still a Vietnamese. Do not forget about your past and where your family came from. Enjoy and embrace the American life, but try not to forget the Vietnamese background because however you do it, you are still Asian inside. Just think on that.
tl;dr: story, videographer at an engagement party and at a friends brother’s first mass as a priest. A very traditional day. Don’t forget where you or your family came from.
It has been a long day, I did consume some alcohol. Tired, time to end this blog. As Billy and Stan Lee likes to say,
Excelsior!
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