LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL
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“But you know what’s funny, why is that so important? That’s not important to me. I’m a great fan of art. I love Michaelangelo, if I had a chance to talk to him or read about him I would want to know what inspired him to become who he is, the anatomy of his craftsmanship, not about who he went out with last night.”
PREACH.
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For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
– The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (via davidstecklair)
You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold on.
– Bob Marley (via carunderwater)
The middle of a novel is a state of mind. Strange things happen in it. Time collapses. I sit down to write at 9 a.m., I blink, the evening news is on and I’ve written four thousand words, more words than I wrote in three long months, a year ago. Something has changed…If you go outside, everything flows freely into your novel…You open the paper – every single story in the paper is directly relevant to your novel…You cannot believe how in tune the world is with your unfinished novel right now and if it isn’t published next Tuesday maybe the moment will pass and you will have to kill yourself. Magical Thinking makes you crazy – and renders everything possible…Every writer has a Magical Thinking tale to tell, or several.
– Zadie Smith, “Magical Thinking” in her 2009 essay collection, Changing My Mind (via janetmock)
I have the feeling of hope. I have the feeling that something good will come, I have the feeling of just getting up and dancing; however I also have the feeling of not knowing. Not knowing if it’s true, not knowing what to expect from you. The feeling of uncertainty. But maybe that’s where I went wrong. Wondering and getting worked up about what hasn’t come yet isn’t gonna make things happen the way I want them to. Nothing is. And even if it gets you nowhere, dreaming and hoping is better than worrying. So dream for what you desire, because things don’t always turn out the way you want them to. Sometimes they turn out so much better.
Oliver: This isn’t about who I am. It’s about what I do. And I don’t think I’m the first rich boy who felt that way. It was John F. Kennedy who once said, “ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.”
Reporter: So now you’re comparing yourself to a fallen hero of this country?
Oliver: Why not? He saw the hero in all of us. I’m not dwelling on revenge for past atrocities or looking ahead to what I can personally gain from a few tax breaks, drilling oil wells in the ocean, putting up razor-wire fences to keep out immigrants who only want what our grandparents wanted. In this world of armchair bloggers who have created a generation of critics instead of leaders, I’m actually doing something, right here, right now, for the city, for my country. And I’m not doing it alone. You’re damn right I’m a hero.
Ever wonder what the walking man looks like in Beirut? How about Estonia, Luxembourg, or Nepal? Now you can find out!
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You showed us how to share our feelings, and thats just what were going to do.
I fell in love with Hanoi the minute that we left the train station. The city itself is beautiful. It was raining when we got there, and when you looked out the window of the bus you couldn’t ignore the huge numbers of children in the streets. Almost all of them were mostly or completely naked. Very few of them had a complete set of clothes on. But I learned while I was there that the amazing thing about Vietnam is that a good majority of them don’t try to use their poverty for sympathy and most of them are doing everything they can to improve their lives.
I was very taken by the people. We went to the National Museum and then on a sunset boat down the Halong Bay. When we got to the Youth House, the children immediately jumped on us and started leading us around, wanting to talk and play. What struck me is that in their culture many children are deemed orphans when they lose just one parent because a single parent can’t support a family. I made friends with many of the children, who all go to school at the facility as well. One girl in particular,Hy`unh,she is 11 and had been there for 6 years. She spoke perfect English and wanted to show me everything.
Im really lucky too to know Patrick here. He is my senior and leader as well in this camp. We are such a very good friends, like we’ve known each other for a long time. He said I was so clueless. What?
If only these picts could tell everything..
Look at Patrick, all those girls like him so much! haha
Now that the trip is almost over, I feel like a totally different person. I thank God for all of His guidance. This trip reinforced the notion that it is possible to do good and have fun doing it. Vietnam made me appreciate what I have even more. At the same time, I realize that there are others out there who could use our help too. My desire for fighting for their rights is stronger than ever . hehe. I hope I can come back and join the same camp again. :)
(sorry Dad for the lack updates! xo)
