Simple discourse breaks you clean, it breaks you clean in half.

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 04:08:01 GMT

Happy birthday Hanh.

Thanks Hanh.

I love you Hanh.

I love you too Hanh.

-Hanh

Tue, 24 Jul 2007 18:21:30 GMT

Europe was FUCKING AWESOME. Everyone was great and we had a great time and I met a bunch of really cool kids and there was beautiful beautiful music. Man. It only gets better in retrospect.

Will upload pictures when I get back from Vietnam. We leave at 2 AM tonight (or this morning, rather).

-Hanh

Fri, 29 Jun 2007 15:05:56 GMT

Peace out.

See you in August.

-Hanh

Sun, 17 Jun 2007 04:18:13 GMT

I love having Giao and Khanh home. Now all our beds are filled and I am the happiest.

-Hanh

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 17:49:48 GMT

I'm so glad to be leaving.

Leaving work, leaving home, leaving school, leaving friends, leaving EVERYTHING and EVERYONE that EVER made me feel like less than I am.

And I am not sorry for one goddamn second,
not in the least.

-Hanh

Thu, 24 May 2007 19:01:34 GMT

I guess, in general, I'm okay. Yeah, I'm pretty okay.

But I want to be more than okay.

I want to be fucking great.

Is that possible?

-Hanh

J T L U K

Thu, 03 May 2007 01:41:01 GMT

SUMMER '07 PLANS.

-Touring Europe with The Sound of America Chorus
(Germany, France, Switzerland, Belgium, Italy, Luxumbourg)
June 29 - July 23

-Home to Vietnam with Mom and Dad
July 25 - August 11

Wed, 25 Apr 2007 03:11:50 GMT

Family has always been the most important thing to me. More important than school or money or friends. Always.

And I'm so scared. I am so scared that everything that made me who I am, that made me so strong and so grounded, that made me feel so safe and protected and loved, is starting to crumble too.

And what do I do?

What can I do?

-Hanh

Sun, 08 Apr 2007 03:08:13 GMT

Jeeeeeeezzz.

I sat down this morning and made a list of everything I have to do this spring break and took up the entire page. College-ruled.

It feels nice though. I like being busy, I like to keep moving. Because I know that if I stay idle for too long, I just get depressed. It's like, if I can keep swimming (metaphorically, of course) and keep my head above water, I won't drown.

Because things have been so hectic, I've just been spending a lot of alone time. And a lot of family time. I only go out for colorguard/chorus rehearsal and work, if course. I've been trying to make plans, but they never seem to work out. I just gotta focus on my own stuff for now, and get my life all ironed out.

But while I've locked myself in my room, to get my life together, can you just promise that you'll wait? That you'll be there when I'm ready to come out?

I mean, if you don't want to wait, that's cool too. But. I don't know. I'll be out soon. I promise. I'm working hard. I'm really trying to fix it all. I am.

I just need some time.

-Hanh

Thu, 22 Mar 2007 03:41:53 GMT

This is how to determine the people you love: when they're having a good day and you feel like absolute shit and you can be happy for them and maybe you even feel a little better because they are doing well, even if it has nothing to do with you at all.

I can honestly say there are less than five people in this world that I can feel this way towards. LIKE SAM AND DI!

Everyone else just pisses me off with their good moods.

-Hanh

hppy brthdy.

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 03:01:26 GMT

I

am

absolutely

terrified.

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 03:54:52 GMT

I miss you.

I miss you so SO much. And I took you for granted and thought that you would always just be there and we could pick up where we left off, like we did after fourth grade.

I hope you can just forget about everything else and everyone else because it's not important. It doesn't matter. It doesn't make a difference.

It comes down to just me and you. Friends. Period.

Please?

-Hanh

Mon, 08 Jan 2007 05:09:20 GMT

Yes. I do.

-Hanh

Mon, 01 Jan 2007 03:18:55 GMT

I was going to write a poem about 2007, using only words that rhymed with 'seven', but I could only come up with this:

In 2007, we will all go to heaven.

And then I ran out of words that rhymed with 'seven'.

So I tried to write a poem about 2006, using only words that rhymed with 'six'. But I could only come up with bad ones. Like, dicks and pricks and licks and... shit. So. I gave up on that too.

This entry comprehensively summarizes how I feel about 2006 and 2007.

-Hanh

Mon, 25 Dec 2006 21:37:34 GMT

For Christmas, I got a bunch of scarves, a couple sweaters, and some shoes. And a magic 8 ball. And I had a wonderful time with my family, even though a lot of them weren't there this year. It's all good, though.

I hope everyone is merry.

-Hanh

"Leh me dell somedin to djou."

Wed, 20 Dec 2006 01:20:58 GMT

God, is it just me? Do you feel like you're waiting for something, guys? Like. You're just... so close to reaching something, something huge, something you once thought insurmountable, and here you are, climbing and climbing, and your fingers have reached the very top and you're pulling yourself up. Slow and shaky, you're pulling yourself up.

I feel like I'm seriously so close.

BUT TO WHAT? AND WHY CAN'T I JUST FUCKING GET THERE ALREADY?

-Hanh

Mon, 11 Dec 2006 04:54:34 GMT

I read through some of my old journals from two, three, four years ago...

And my writing was so much better back then.

-Hanh

Fri, 03 Nov 2006 03:07:42 GMT

Okay so my iPod is broken and my cell phone was stolen.

And I didn't think it would suck so bad, but my God. It does.

-Hanh

Wed, 30 Aug 2006 06:09:29 GMT

I need more friends, yo. Seriously.

-Hanh

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 20:55:24 GMT

Broken Social Scene - All My Friends

"All my friends are magazines
who got addicted to the word 'leave'.
And they all wrote songs that they believe;
little lives and massive dreams.

And they all request that you slow down.
And may I request that you slow down?
You've got to turn it around
and make a save.

There’s a whore inside their bed
and the duvets wish they were still wet.
And all the songs they wrote instead:
your ex-lover is not dead.

And they all request that you slow down.
And may I request that you slow down?
You've got to turn it around
and make a save.

All my friends are magazines
who got addicted to the word ‘leave’.
And all the songs that you believe?
Once they stop you can’t repeat.
Yeah, once you stop... you can’t repeat."

"One more time?"

"...sure."

-Hanh

Wed, 23 Aug 2006 03:55:15 GMT

Okay there was definitely a bug crawling along the edge of my glasses. While they were on my face.

-Hanh

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 03:36:14 GMT

CTY, you know, it was probably the one experience of my life I should have gotten more out of than I did. And it was amazing and really eye-opening. Not because of the people I met, because I never talked to them since. And it's not because of what I learned in class, because I can't remember a goddamn lesson. And it wasn't really anything that really happened that I should have milked. It was really just my being there. Thrown into this new place, not knowing anybody, not knowing anything. And I was really curious to see how I would do. To see how I would handle it. And I observed myself do things, as I talked to people and reacted and created. To see if I could become a better person for it and from it.

And I guess I did fine. I laughed a lot with those temporary friends you make at those sorts of places. But it didn't change me. And maybe I was wrong to expect it to.

But I'm gonna tell you something. I have changed more in this past year, just being here, than any three weeks at any school in any summer could have done. But it will take some time before I can decide if I am better for it. Largely, I am too distracted by how much sadder it has made things.

-Hanh

Fri, 18 Aug 2006 00:26:16 GMT

I tried to write something today. It was ugly. I used to be really good, guys. I would like, sit down and just write and write and after digging through the poop, something in there would be like Whoa. But now I write and write and it sounds mad gay.

-Hanh

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 14:04:23 GMT

I'm in it to win it.

IN IT. TO WIN IT.

-Hanh

J T L U K

Fri, 04 Aug 2006 02:48:47 GMT

It's just a livejournal, guys. It is made for the melodramatic bullshit that you are too self-conscious to share with people directly. None of it matters. You can consider it all fiction. It's as good as, anyway.

-Hanh