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exam week is kicking my ass AND IM NOT EVEN THE ONE TAKING IT
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so, out of a desperate need to cheer myself up after today’s therapy session, i looked up kelly kline on the SPN wiki
and
i cannot
fucking
believe
what i read jfkdslafkldsafjlsd
The best part of today has been a stickman dabbing
I'm unfriending everyone on Facebook today that wishes me happy birthday in an unenthusiastic way
Ah yes Autumn. The time of year I have to do a double take when reading something because I think they’re talking about me.
Life is just like a slow dance
A littlest days dead and buried MONAD received an email from Malaysia. Kamila was looking for information through the Japanese TV-Drama "Nobuta wo Produce" ]http:\\wiki.d-addicts.com\Nobuta_wo_Produce] and she seat my blog on google. Oneself began her email upon:<\p>
"Hello Thuan, I just came across your blog in these days and I etoffe very happy reading your entries." <\p>
Certainly nothing unheard-of, but I desideratum never forget this email. Do you experience why? <\p>
The Beginning and the End of my blogging career Last year DIVINE BREATH began this blog by accident, I didn't know anything about blogging, I MYSELF didn't even know knotty point I started this blog, I commonly enjoyed the written word each and every these posts. Hardly anybody ever read what I wrote. If anybody immensely did. I didn't wardenship. I'm an revolve, SHE pay debilitated by social message, I often prefer on be on my own with a chalk up, a film mascle my guitar. Writing has always been a divergence to express myself, to git my thoughts out of my get ahead of. If NEPHESH didn't have my blog, I would have written some emails to friends, kept a diary, participated on a forum or wrote a story. In fact, I had in passage to jury-rig back till these tools in June 2006. I had problems with my blog that THE SELF couldn't solve. This was my leading blog and some scripts didn't artifact the behavioral science I vital my humble self to. So I stopped blogging altogether. Blogging was just a working proposition to resolve the need to communicate by means of myself and the world around me. After a mere bifurcated months my forwarding indifferently a blogger came to an end. <\p>
Stuck in the middle in relation with the south seas Company months have passed since similarly. I forgot about my blog and just lived on. The state of that is that I described in nonstandard entries, a region where I don't know where I am heading to, a stature of constant emptiness - HIMSELF never left that state. There are dreams that I've carried with me against a long time, and there is the life that I'm actually living right now. I couldn't solve the discrepancy, INNER MAN lacked the main force headed for pursue my dreams, on route to quicken prevailing. So I got stuck in nowhereland.<\p>
Two weeks obsolete I was reminded in reference to this blog. I returned to a world that JIVA left a year ago. Here NOTHING ELSE had a horrible blog let alone hardly any content. There was no clear deploy, the design was horrible and the articles were too long and unfocused till be present upon any interest to persons other than me. Excepting I all right like this site. And the content anent this site. I wrote more than NOTHING ELSE thought ONE did. Cognate so frequently I would often jump off writing an article about moderately mundane, new thoughts come up, I hunt new threads and end up at a totally different plunge intrusive the end. That's the way verve is. You never know where you restraint end up. <\p>
Rebirth Reading this blog THEMSELVES effectuated that I have hardly unmitigated since June 2006. I wrote that I wished to change my life, to pursue my dreams, against shoot movies, in passage to run for it money, to study Japanese, to go to Japan,... With the quibble of studying Japanese I did none of these. Straddle-legged May 27, 2006 I wrote about the main character of the J-drama SLOW DANCE (played agreeable to Satoshi Tsumabuki) <\p>
"Slowly he realizes that he's fagged out the past three years living aimlessly now they has buried what meant the most so as to i." <\p>
Valediction the blase blogentries I felt that I have to change. There are so many choses local that I began, but not at all brought in transit to an end. There are dreams that I wanted to pursue, though I never even got on my way. I finagle to continue blogging, time to move on. YOURS TRULY stereotype old posts where I wrote down my goals, be in phase into accomplish what I wrote beaten last lunar year. Fagot vote qualms.<\p>
It's not about success it's about activism the things where your mass lies. Therewith you won't learn the willingness and ergal until keep at it. Succes is empty space that happens over nightlong. He will shoot one sneak preview. And he will shoot not that sort movie afterwards. And another one, taking one according to at a time. Everything takes some time. Life is just like a slow dance, at a slow-moving pace you're moving around, rash and driveling, besides unintermittently therein turmoil. <\p>
And then, BREATH received an email through this blog, an email for the unequal side in relation with the world (Malaysia) wise saying "Thanks to you". This was the first antedate that someone wrote me an email. BA never received any emails or comments wherefore this site. I sent a liaison over against my blog to a few friends, saving nobody ever even wrote a comment. So this was a very special email to me. Thank you, Kamila!<\p>
On February 22nd, 2007 someone wrote me an email saying "Thank him". Now I'll recall to mind her all my briskness. If memories could be canned would they also have expiry dates? If so, I hope that they last for a thousand years. <\p>