20.1.14
17.1.14
Sometimes you can't help but feel that the world is a bad place.
I have a few things that I am certain about and when that feeling comes it is usually strong enough to compel me to trust it.
The world is such a strange place with forces so bad you can't even imagine the amount of Ugly that prompted such behavior. On this I felt feelings that I never knew I could. I miss home. I miss comforts. In Vietnam, I never really had such a strong feeling like this. Perhaps because I considered Vietnam to be home.
7.1.14
This is what I see.
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| My favorite story teller in Vietnam! <3 td=""> |
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| The princess |
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| Looking down for once. |
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| Rooftops |
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| Glows. |
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| Dry. |
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| New heights. |
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| Let it |
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| My favorite meal in Vietnam. |
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| Durian, Papaya and friend Giang = best combo. |
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| Miss this little munchkin. |
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| These amazing ladies warm my heart. |
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| Fuckin' bamboo and duck soup. BUN MANG VIT TO MY HEART. |
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| Stacks on stacks. |
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| Mangosteen my belly. |
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| Delighting in broken bones. |
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| How I feel about studying. |
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| Yes yes and more yes. |
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| The moon ain't full tonight. |
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| Train station views. |
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| Rustic vs modern. |
