July 2011
50 posts
internalogic: 50 questions that will free your... →
internalogic:
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
Which is worse, failing or never trying?
If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?
What is the one…
its not wrong for me to get upset
When people who are “filming” at my house stay til 12:30am. People who are loud and keep my father up when HE’S ALREADY IN BED. People like that are inconsiderate. People who do not respect their “set” as someones home. A place where a family lives.
Is it not enough that we let you in the sanctuary of our home to film your little web series? You have the gall to...
Definition of love
Chery: How would you define love?
JenK: It's a boner in your heart.
Chery: What about heartbreak?
JenK: Well, then that's blue-balls.
Late Night Chat
Me: FB is my worst enemy
Cassie: ahha
Cassie: facebook kills us
Cassie: and lets us live
Cassie: it is my vice and my treasure
Cassie: I feel poetic
my lack of camera
has made me realize that there is no such thing as candid anymore. le boo
It hurts...
when you find yourself in 2nd. ESPECIALLY over a Facebook message sent to you from him.
Double Booked
I have tried so hard to stop my bad habit of mine. Double Booking. It reflects on me my fickle and indecisive tendencies.
I don’t want to call it flaking, I want to call it people pleasing.
I have such a hard time saying no :(
The Fresh Prince Created...
datphileho:
The Cat Daddy:
The Shuffle:
The Single Ladies Dance:
The Stanky Leg:
The Cyclone:
The Dougie:
omg.
By far the greatest post to ever surface on Tumblr.
My Father
If my Father were to be described as a car, I would describe him as a minimalist car that would be coasting on neutral.
So hearing my dad saying anything vicious, heated, passionate, or just any ol’ plain emotion is pretty shocking.
I remember a couple years ago, I was hanging out with some cousins and they kept calling my Uncle, Bo (the equivalent of Dad in Vietnamese). What threw me...
My fondest old-house memory
In between the two avocado tress in my old house, one which held the most EPIC tree house as I was growing up, was strung up a hammock.
It had a pinkish beige tinge to it, and two huge white wooden pieces that kept the hammock in its shape.
I used to lay it with my dad. It doubled as a “wall” that countless play times was used on hours at end. I used to demand my mom to stand there...
Went to bed at 10pm, and woke up at 7am
PERFECT! Because I got 9 hours of sleep, and I feel more than rested to begin my July 4th festivities starting in t-minus 2 hours and 30 mins!
I’ll be jetting over to Lauren’s for her day time rager right after work (memo to self: buy the cups) and then SLIP’N’ SLIDING ALL DAY! Well, really only until 4:30, I have to go back to work and finish of this weeks of lessons...
