"I’m fed up to the ears with old men dreaming up wars for young men to die in."
"Our daughter was five months old when I got a scholarship to Johns Hopkins. My wife came with me to Baltimore so that our family could stay together. I will always be thankful for that sacrifice, because I know it was the toughest three years of her life. She didn’t speak a word of English. We lived in a tiny studio— so tiny that many times I did my studying in the bathroom. In Vietnam, she had a job where she was getting phone calls all day long. But in America, the phone never rang. She wasn’t allowed to work because of visa requirements. Vietnamese holidays were regular days in America, so I’d be in class during New Year and we could never be together. Sometimes when I’d come home from school during wintertime, she’d look at me with tears in her eyes and say: ‘Tuan, I want to go home.’ But she still stayed with me. When I finally got my degree, many of my friends asked if I’d look for a job in the US. But I wouldn’t do that to her. She had done enough for me. So I said: ‘We are going home immediately.’ And as soon as we got back to Vietnam, she was like a fish back in the pond."
Me as a good friend: *supports and encourages ur hoe activities*
5AM, two hour drive to Bakersfield and two hours of suffering later, we have another triathlon under our belts😎😬. & somehow placed 2nd in my division. The training is finally starting to pay off. 😭 feels so good. Cheers to the last Tri of summer ‘14, buddy! #triathlon #bakersfieldtriathlon #swimbikerun
Last night I had one of those long and extensive dreams…
I got set up with a shy and quiet girl that was suuuuuuuuuppeerrr sweet. And I started falling for her hard.
And then one day I found her in bed with some other guy and it turns out she was secretly an ABG rave girl and broke my heart.
Last night we camped out on a giant disc structure on top of a mountain that overlooks all of Los Angeles county. It was a good night.
our his & hers 💕