FIFTY-TWO

test it

FIFTY-ONE

bottles of beer on the wall...

i absolutely hate finals week.
stress piles like horse shit.
i unsuccessfully attempt to cram
3 months' worth of knowledge into my brain
only to have it regurgitate all its contents onto paper
for two hours at a time.

FIFTY-ONE [TWO]

on a much happier note:

Figgy Pudding
was
fantastic.

Ca Đoàn Cêcilia.
you rock
my
socks off.

$435
is much better than the
$0
of last year.

next year:

we are going to WIN
the big cha-hula-ing prize
that i have no idea as to what it is.

$1000
WILL BE
our goal.

CỐ LÊN CÊCILIA!!

FIFTY

cents will buy you a wedding ring =)

...from the dispensers at Fred Meyer, of course.

toothbrushes and more

FORTY-NINE

pounds of turkey doesn't really go that far, you know.

grievances

FORTY-EIGHT

an angry, angry, little girl

FORTY-SEVEN

"tên thánh của Nhi"

FORTY-SEVEN

FORTY-SIX

SUNDAY
23 NOV 2008
9 25 AM



"ngày tháng"

FORTY-SIX

FORTY-FIVE

"bê thô vân"? ờ- "bê thô vân" là ai?

FORTY-FIVE





wada kai & mega shroomy- i loOoOoOove you~

FORTY-FOUR

"






"

what the hell is missing, huh?

FORTY-FOUR

FORTY-THREE

ha. like you'll get it.

dynamic duo, baby =)

FORTY-THREE

FORTY-TWO

"한 고마, 두 고마, 세 고마 ---"

FORTY-TWO

FORTY-ONE

ART 190 final: John Singer Sargent, Nonchaloir (Repose), 1911


Suzallo Graduate Library, Grand Staircase


i miss my art.

i miss creativity.

i miss crits.

i miss subjective grading.

Nhi ghét khóa học này:
sarah stroup,
astronomy,
cs freaking e.

at least i have asam media to comfort me.
lớp đấy sao lâu quá!
hai tiếng~
mà chỉ có một tiếng interesting thôi.

AU '08, nhanh lên đi.
Nhi chán quá.
Nhi muốn vẽ,
Nhi muốn sơn,
Nhi muốn khóa học này xong nhanh.

Khóa tới:
ART 124,
ART H 202,
REN ARCH,

i'm excited <3>

FORTY

times the effort.

can you at least try?
because it doesn't feel like you are.
it can't be just me in this, you know-
we both have to take that extra step.

at this time,
please don't make me
stretch myself further than i have to.

i don't have the time,
and i don't have the patience.

i don't want to regret this.

i really don't.

THIRTY-NINE

<'): TWENTY-FOUR

i can't sleep at night
thinking about this.

as much as i want it to end
as much as i want this
overly extended nightmare to end
if i had a choice
i would never let go,
i would never give in,
i would never allow it,
not for the slightest second.

dì ơi-
con thương dì nhiều,
thật là nhiều.
nếu con mất dì,
đời con sẽ vắng,
đời con sẽ cô đơn,
và con sẽ rất là buồn.
Con biết dì phải đi.
Một ngày nào đó,
Chúa sẽ kêu dì về,
ở với Chúa,
ở trên Thiên Đường.

Nhưng, dì ơi,
con chưa muốn dì đi,
con chưa muốn dì xa con,
con chưa muốn xa dì.

Lúc dì đau,
lúc dì cần con,
con không có thể ở gần dì được.

Những việc con làm cho dì
đâu có được bao nhiêu đâu.
So với đời cực khổ của dì,
so với những đau đớn của dì,
tay nhỏ bé của con chẳng làm được gì cả, dì ơi.

Giờ này,
giờ phút cuối cùng của dì,
con vẫn không làm được một cái gì
cho dì thương yêu của con.

Dì ơi,
con xin dì đừng lo.
Con sẽ cố lên,
con sẽ ráng hết sức con,
học hành,
lo cho và vâng lời má con,
hai chị con.

Con biết
con đã làm dì buồn nhiều lần.
Giờ, con hối hận.
Những lời con nói mà làm cho dì buồn,
làm cho dì đau,
con xin dì bỏ qua.
Những lúc đấy,
con còn bé quá, dì ơi,
con còn khờ khạo quá.
Con hy vọng
bây giờ
con khôn thêm một ít.

Cả đời của con có dì.
Con đâu có nghĩ
là sẽ có một ngày nào đó
mà con không có dì.

Dì ơi,
dì là dì thương yêu của con,
là mẹ đở đầu của con,
là mẹ thứ hai của con.

Lúc nào con cũng nghĩ đến dì,
lúc nào con cũng cầu nguyện cho dì,
lúc nào con cũng nhớ đến dì,
và con sẽ không bao giờ,
không bao giờ
quên dì của con.

dì ơi,
con thương dì nhiều lắm.

THIRTY-EIGHT

dammit.
I had a fucking record, too.
douche.

dammit.
of all people in the world,
why does God have to stick him on the sidewalk?
turd.

dammit.
why does it have to be this night,
when I'm exhausted?

but then again,
I thank God,
that no one was hurt.
especially the pitter to my patter
who was directly at the place of impact.

live another day
to see the sunshine
behind the gloomy
gloomy Seattle weather.

I fucking hate driving in the dark rain.

THIRTY-SEVEN

what I can't say out loud
will come from here.

is it intentional

this shift in attitude,
this change of behavior,
the nostalgia,

you seem to keep having?

I hope you know
this feeling
of inferiority
I get
every so often.

don't think
it comes at random
or
that I make it up.

don't think
I enjoy
making drama.

but just know
this one thing:

what I do know
I will not understand

but my pride
ever lasting
ever dominant

will prevent me
from the actions
that are right

and will lead me
to the misery instead.

can you find me there
or will you misunderstand as well?

BA MƯƠI SÁU

tuần về trước, anh đã từng hứa.

nhưng giờ,
anh đang nhìn về quá khứ.

anh tiếc lắm,
anh nhớ lắm,
anh mong lắm,

hay sao?

đừng giấu em.

em đã biết hết rôì.

vì vậy lòng em mới buồn

THIRTY-FIVE

I ain't got no money
But I got some time
What's mine is yours
and what's yours is mine
We are what we are
No need to apologize
Now tell me what you have in mind

♥

You know I do
I do love you
지쳐가는 모습도
작아져가는 그대 뒷모습도
사랑해요
I do love you
Every litte piece of you
Every little piece of you
사랑해요

♥

Hold me
Whatever lies beyond this morning
Is a little later on
Regardless of warnings
The future doesn't scare me at all
Nothing's like before

♥

We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Oh images
And when you left, you kissed my lips
You told me you would never, never forget
These images

♥

차가운 도시 위에 퍼져가는 이 밤
그대와 나만의 꿈을 위해서

♥

em yêu anh.
anh có yêu em không?

BA MƯƠI BỐN

Em nhớ anh
thật là nhiều,
anh có biết không?

Những ngày vui ấy
đi đâu rồi?

Kể cho em nghe
những câu chuyện vui của anh đi.

Xin anh
đừng đi xa.

Hãy đợi cho em, nhé?
hãy đợi cho em.

THIRTY-THREE

Tell me:
how does the world work?
Why does it spin so,
forever turning,
forever moving.
Why does the sun rise every day
and set every night?
Why does space move
with the flowing fabric of time?
Why does everything seem to happen without notion,
continue without thought,
and constantly, constantly advance,

and yet
we are still here,
still in the same place as yesterday,
as a thousand yesterdays ago?

Does it not concern you,
does it not bother you,
does it not affect you,
to think about the future,
to think about how all are interrelated?

A thousand thanks and praises should flow from you daily,
for the stable loving family,
for the considerate loving friends,
for the gifts that have been given to you
from the one that is highest.

And yet,
here you are,
pining, desiring, reaching
for the lowest, mistake of a creature.

What good does it do you to include me
in your life,
in your love,
in your happiness?

Do I not bring grief?
Do I not bring sorrow?
Do I not consume energy and time?

My selfish thoughts and actions
are what causes dissent.
The hurtful words I spit
are what causes pain.

But even more selfish,
even more hurtful,
even more paining
than the harsh bite of my words
is the ingratitude I see
every second
of every day.

This narrow scope of yours
is so sheltered,
so blocked,
so naive,
so fresh to this world,
how can you possibly understand pain,
sorrow,
fear,
emptiness?

I had to dig,
scratch,
claw my way through the nasty mix
of emotions and thoughts.
Those dark times were some of the most difficult.
To even just hope for a better life,
for one filled with happiness,
where all are content
was unthinkable.

But we pulled through,
we banded,
and we prayed constantly
for the help we could not receive anywhere else.

That is just the start,
love,
of a truly new beginning.

How many countless hours
were spent on pondering life,
to conclude with one value,
one moral of mine?

The same cannot be said of all,
but this level of understanding,
this level admired so,
must take time.

Be patient,
for if He truly deems it,
it will happen.

Turn to Him,
call to Him,
and ask
for that forgiveness,
for that intelligence,
for that knowledge,
for that understanding,
you so crave,
in this forsaken world.

THIRTY-TWO

weeks too many this injustice has existed.

Lạy Chúa từ nhân

Xin cho con biết mến yêu và phụng sự Chúa trong mọi người.
Lạy Chúa xin hãy dùng con như khí cụ bình an của Chúa.

Ðể con đem yêu thương vào nơi oán thù
đem thứ tha vào nơi lăng nhục
đem an hoà vào nơi tranh chấp
đem chân lý vào chốn lỗi lầm.

Ðể con đem tin kính vào nơi nghi nan
chiếu trông cậy vào nơi thất vọng.
Ðể con rọi ánh sáng vào nơi tối tăm
đem ủi an đến chốn u sầu.

Lạy Chúa xin hãy dạy con
Tìm an ủi người , hơn được người ủi an.
Tìm hiểu biết người, hơn được người hiểu biết.
Tìm yêu mến người , hơn được người mến yêu.

Vì chính khi hiến thân, là khi được nhận lãnh.
Chính lúc quên mình, là lúc gặp lại bản thân.
Vì chính khi thứ tha , là khi được tha thứ.
Chính lúc chết đi , là khi vui sống muôn đời.

Ôi, Thần Linh thánh ái
Xin mở rộng lòng con , xin thương
ban xuống những ai lòng đầy thiện chí
ơn an bình.

Xin hãy cầu nguyện cho bình an đến với đất nước Việt Nam mình.

http://www.vietcatholic.net

THIRTY-ONE

and more

i could spend months with and never tire

of those amazing souls i have come to respect and love.

i include in my prayers each and every day

some small words that

i hope will keep them safe.

THIRTY

+ days i will wait for it.



it is that good.

i'm excited. i missed it last year, but i'll be damned if i let anything ruin it again for me this year.

fuck work. fuck school. phantom of the opera~where are you??

TWENTY-NINE

turns, i fucking swear.

GAMEWORKS.

you suck monkey fucking balls.

i hate kilik. why does your fucking weapon have to be so long?

and stupid nasty, grimy, players.

sweating all over the controls.

my hand felt disgusting after i was done.

i'm a bitter bitter bitch today.

TWENTY-EIGHT

1978: bore witness to the a magnificent movie.



'summer nights'

i love how the guys try to act all pimp and comb their hair

and then they dance.

loses all credibility.



'you're the one that i want'

I got chills.
They're multiplyin'.
And I'm losin' control.
'Cause the power
you're suplyin',
it's electrifyin'!

You better shape up,
'cause I need a man
and my heart is set on you.
You better shape up;
you better understand
to my heart I must be true.

Nothin' left, nothin' left for me to do.

You're the one that I want.
You, ooh, ooh, honey.
The one that I want.
You, ooh,ooh, honey.
The one that I want
You, ooh, ooh
are what I need.
Oh, yes indeed.

If you're filled
with affection
you're too shy to convey,
meditate in my direction.
Feel your way.

I better shape up,
'cause you need a man
who can keep you satisfied.
I better shape up
if I'm gonna prove
that your faith is justified.

Are you sure? Yes, I'm sure down deep inside.

You're the one that I want.
You, ooh, ooh, honey.
The one that I want.
You, ooh,ooh, honey.
The one that I want
You, ooh, ooh
are what I need.
Oh, yes indeed

TWENTY-SEVEN

weeks later.

i think the dad was a dick. he deserved to die.

you know who isn't a dick, though?


AMY SOREL: she's pimp, yo.

my new hero.

oh, how i wish i was like her.

no worries, though - i won't be cosplaying anytime soon.

=D

TWENTY-SIX

years could pass and i doubt i'd ever get to be able to play the whole piece through.

if i had 4 other people, however, this arrangement would be the shit:



they hella pick the best parts.

the original orchestra sounds better, though.

i suppose it always will.

TWENTY-FIVE

lines of pure goodness.

boy i hear you in my dreams

i feel your whisper across the sea

i keep you with me in my heart

you make it easier when life gets hard.

i'm lucky i'm in love with my best friend

lucky to have been where i have been

lucky to be coming home again

TWENTY-FOUR

hours in a day-

and i doubt one goes by without me thinking of them



má, dì, chị liên, kim anh:

gia đình của Nhi vẫn là nhất

<3

TWENTY-FOUR [TWO]

i can't stop thinking about him.

...and how his haircut really has not changed.

my precious, precious, Tablo.

Please fire your stylist.

on another note, however

Honey Lee. Tablo. two of the most gorgeous people i have seen.

i hope they get together.

and make beautiful babies together.

TWENTY-THREE

is apparently the second cursed number of the devil according to the movie '23'.

that's rather beyond the point, however.

i hate cháo.

it's tasteless, watery, mushy, and represents all that is ailed.

BUT, for the love of my family, i will cram it into my mouth and swallow.

painfully.

at least i can see the onions to pick them out.

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disgusting.

TWENTY-TWO

lifetimes i had hoped to be together.

i'm so so sorry.

i only hope what i'm doing will change something, will make it better.

maybe, just maybe, this is the first step back into the past that will create a better future.

TWENTY-ONE

Days Later' was a terrible movie.

i like this.

i'm content.

but if only i didn't have to go away, things would be much better.

D=

TWENTY

weeks it's been since i stepped out onto this field.

and not every moment has been fun, exciting, content,

but neither have i regretted any of them.

and because all too often i forget to thank,

and my pride staunches my true feelings,

thank you.

to the singular one that God has loved me enough to place into my life:

thank you for

accepting all about me without question; listening; becoming that solid wall for me; bearing my burdens with me; your honesty; telling me your mind; letting me hear your doubts, your concerns, your fears; running to my aid at a single word; dealing with my difficult traits; crying with me; laughing with me; sharing in my emotions;

for all of those.

i can never express the amount of gratitude i feel, the amount i want to show.

my ineptitude embarrasses me and shames me,

but you look past even that.

and because you do

i promise

to never hit you with any toothbrush ever again.

ever.

♥

NINETEEN

years and counting.

often, I wonder what it is that brings me to places like these.

often, I wonder what it is that leads me to think thoughts like these.

often, I wonder what it is that guides me to cherish moments like these.

and often, all too often, I forget to be thankful for it.

the hardships come and I constantly pray, I constantly look, I constantly work for the solutions to right the wrongs, to meet those ends.

those solutions come, and I forget all else. I forget my background, my past, the wrinkles I have overcome. Instead, I think not of the future, but of the present.

I lived only for the present.

until that one day comes, where that mindset finally shows its consequences.

and I start this vicious cycle over again. and over again. and over again.

to what end will I have to go in order to understand?

to where will I have to find myself before I can fully comprehend the error of my ways?

what will I have to give up, who will I have to lose, how much of my pride will I have to damage before I can finally take those reins and regain control of my past, my present, and my future?

however, no matter how much I lose, no matter how much I hurt,

I want to hold onto my pride: the one thing that can save me from this ailing world,

and the one thing that will ultimately be my ticket to those pits of fire we all fear.

EIGHTEEN

[or four] weeks i'll have to save up for this beauty =]



Sharp WX-t92

isn't it sexy? sigh~

SEVENTEEN

original tracks. [SIXTEEN] is amazing.

당신의 조각들

Dedicated to you

당신의 눈동자 내 생의 첫 거울 그 속에
맑았던 내 모습 다시 닮아 주고파
거대한 은하수조차 무색하게 만들던
당신의 쌍둥이 별 내 슬픔조차
대신 흘려줬던 여울 그속에 많았던 그 눈물
다시 담아주고파 그 두 눈 속에 숨고자했어
당신이 세상이던 작은 시절 당신의 두 손
내 생의 첫 저울 세상이 준 거짓과
진실의 무게를 재주곤 그 가르침은
뼈더미 날개에 다는 깃털 기억해 두손과 시간도
얼었던 겨울 당신과 만든 눈사람
찬 바람속에 그 종소리가 다시 듣고파 따뜻하게
당신의 두손을 잡은 시절

당신의 눈
당신의 손
영원히 당신의 눈을 바라보며
손을 쥐고 싶어
벌써 시간을 되돌리고 싶어
You know I do
I do love you
지쳐가는 모습도
작아져가는 그대 뒷모습도
사랑해요
I do love you
Every litte piece of you
Every little piece of you
사랑해요

때로는 시간을 다스려 손에 가지고파
그대가 내가 될 수 있게 보내 날리고파
난 그대 청춘에 그 봄의 노래 안기고파
나 역시 어리던 당신의 볼을 만지고파
그대 인생의 절반을 갈라 날 위해 살았고
남은 인생의 전부를 또 나를 위해 살아도
하찮은 내가 줄 수 있는 거라곤
한 평생 그대가 바라고 비는 성한 몸
언제까지나 받고 받아 이제는 건네고 싶은데
받은 건 모두 날 위해 쌓아 멋내고 쉬는게
그리고 어려워서 모두 거절할까
아직도 일에 지쳐 사는 건 또 병되고 싫은데
그대 옷자락의 묵은 때보다 더
검은 내 죄로 그대 머리에는 눈이 내려
가슴을 시리게 만들어 내 숨이 죄여
오늘도 이별의 하루가 지나
꿈이 되면 그대를 찾아갈래요
그대를 따라갈래요 당신의 발자국에 맞춰
내가 살아갈래요 얼마남지도 않은
우리 둘의 모래 시계 행복의 사막
그 안에서 우리 오래 쉬게

Every little piece of you
Every little piece of you
Every little piece of you
Every little piece of you

사랑해요
You know I do
I do love you
지쳐가는 모습도
작아져가는 그대 뒷모습도

당신의 눈
당신의 손
영원히 당신의 눈을 바라보며
손을 쥐고 싶어
벌써 시간을 되돌리고 싶어

Dedicated to you

Your eyes are the first mirror of my existence.
I see the reflection of my youth.
I want to be that again for you
The gigantic galaxy and your twin stars make me feel so ashamed.
The river flows in the place of my sadness
I want to refill your tears in the eyes where I slept and hid
During that brief time when you were my world
Your two hands are the first scales of justice.
The lies of the world balanced against the weight of the truth
That teaching is a graveyard
The feathers stuck on the wings
Remember the winter where
Both time and our hands froze
The snowman we made together
I want to hear the bells we heard in the cold wind
The times I held your hands to keep them warm
Your eyes
Your hands
I want to look in your eyes forever and hold your hands
I already want to turn back time
You know I do
I do you love you
Your tired image
Your retreating silhouette
I love you
I do love you
Every little piece of you
Every little piece of you
I love you

Sometimes I want to touch time and grasp it in my hands
So that you can be with me
I want to send it flying
I want to hold the song of Spring I heard during the joy of my youth
I really was young
I want to touch your cheeks
You cut your life in two and lived for me
And with the remaining half of your life
Even if you live for me again
The things that someone as insignificant as myself can do
The things you want and desire for eternity
A spirited body
For ever you accepted
Now I want to take back
Everything you get for me
You collect, showed it off and counted
And then for fear of rejection you
Work harder, tired of living
I dont want to be that illness
Like the dirt stuck on the train of your clothes
My dark sins fall on your head like snow
It makes my heart cold
My breathing becomes difficult
Another day passes without you
When dreams come I want to go find you
I want to follow you
Matching your footsteps
I want to live
In our hourglass where there is not much time left
A desert of happiness
So we can rest there for a long time
every little piece of you
every little piece of you
every little piece of you
every little piece of you
I love you

You know I do
I do love you
Your tired image
Your retreating silhouette
Your eyes
Your hands
I want to breathe looking into your eyes forever
I want to turn back time already

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SIXTEEN

hours it's been since I saw the best movie ever.

actually, it's only been 11, but i'd like to keep my numbering straight.



"Fantastic Parasuicides"

watch it.

live it.

breathe it.

it's beyond worth it.

SIXTEEN [TWO]

i'm insanely excited for the next film: Blood Brothers.

i ♥ the SIFF.

FIFTEEN

i suppose i should say something.

happy two months, love

<3

FOURTEEN

days equals one fortnight.

I learned that word (fortnight) in second grade. In Mrs. Blackwood's class.

She had a severe case of osteoarthritis in her knuckles.

She used to tell us that it was from cracking her knuckles habitually.

Dammit. I stopped cracking my knuckles because of her.

Until my sister told me she lied to us to keep us from cracking our knuckles.

Cracking knuckles has nothing to do with arthritis.

Dammit. I believed her too.

Dammit.

FOURTEEN [TWO]

I hate my curiosity.

It leads me to find out things I do not want to know.

If I were a cat, I would be dead long, long ago.

FOURTEEN [THREE]

Dammit. I need to focus more on school.

Stop staring at daisies. Sunshine. Water. Sand.

I want to go to the beach.

Or to the park.

Or to a playground.

THIRTEEN

days left in this month.

and then summer ♥

hawai'i. beaches. water. sand. work. play. yay.

i will definitely get it this summer.

TWELVE

weeks into season and Warrick dies.



i'm so sad right now.

first Sara leaves, now Warrick dies.

what has become of the LV CSI?

ELEVEN

plus 6th of june.

design entrance exam.

i am slowly becoming insane because of it:

i dream only of possible layouts and compositions.

i inhale cardboard structures.

i dine on tutorials.

every waking second is devoted to furthering Illustrator fluency.

what can i do if it doesn't help?

ELEVEN [TWO]

if things continue the way they do,

i don't think i can do this anymore.

i suppose i guessed right.

<6.

i win.

TEN

acious grip.

i wonder if you know just how much

you make me think

sleep i lose

of myself i give up

more out of my way i go

in order to keep this thing that i don't want.

TEN [TWO]

is it so wrong to not try? to just wander into what God intends for us?

do we really have to give one hundred ten every waking moment in our lives?

NINE

teen weeks i've been here.

FIFTEEN weeks i've had to put up with this shit.

only four more.

restraint is the way to go.

otherwise one of us will end up in the incinerator known as "hell".

it won't be me.

EIGHT

ies look is most definitely not working.

it's not even eighties.

there are maybe fifty thousand hairstyles for men in the world, and my Tablo picks this one?



disappointment.

their new album is fantastic, though.

10/17

thanks, love.

SEVEN

days in a week.

five for school. one for God.

one for...?

did i make a mistake?

SIX

six three. thanks for getting me food, love. both times.

i went through your history.

don't be mad.

oh, and don't leave me alone with it anymore.

SIX [TWO]

I had one hell of a birthday.

cake. ice cream. carmex. socks. steak. lamb. l.a.m.b.

my life is most definitely complete.

SIX [THREE]

i want my hair off.

to the size of a turnip.

wouldn't that be great?

JOJO. JUNO. EXPO.

FIVE

Actually, i'd rather talk about 25 =D

the magical age:

insurance payments go down;

socially accepted as a responsible adult;

still young enough to pursue your life;

when i want to get married =)

since after then, it all goes downhill...O.O

FOUR

minutes to save the world.


and this is the source of the apocalypse

MY GUESS: 2 more months

THREE

days left to complete the staircase of doom.

Never again will I be able to look at the Suzzallo staircase the way I used to.

THREE

weeks left until shading.

Count it down.

TWO

days of retreat with those who care.

"Con đường mà con đang đi ngay bây giờ, con cứ đi đi. Con đừng nghĩ nhiều quá. Chúa sẽ hướng dẫn con."

-Psalm 1

ONE

for the home team.