tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66495380490546308252011-12-13T14:57:28.971-06:00Nancy Nguyennoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6649538049054630825.post-67912013079839383202011-01-10T14:16:00.004-06:002011-01-11T23:43:03.566-06:001. witness the Northern Lights<br />2. play guitar on a boardwalk<br />3. own concert venue for local music scene<br />4. get a completely bad ass tattoo<br />5. sky dive<br />6. be at peace with myself<br />7. start a band called The Sensual Narrators<br />8. smoke a blunt with complete strangers<br />9. smoke a blunt in the most beautiful places in the world<br />10. make amends to the people I hurt<br />11. witness beautiful music as much as I possibly can<br />12. long board on campus<br />13. exchange hugs for smiles<br />14. hop into a random taxi cab and say, "follow that car"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6649538049054630825-6791201307983938320?l=twentysevens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Nguyennoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6649538049054630825.post-63245776542960125012010-11-03T21:45:00.009-05:002010-11-13T18:09:36.210-06:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">New Slang - The Shins</span><br /><br /><br />I watched Garden State last night; It's a beautiful movie. I'm a sucker for romantic comedies and almost cried a few times. It made me think of my family- mainly my mother. In the movie, Zach Braff's character at the age of 9 pushed his mother and she hit her neck on (i think?) the dishwasher door causing her to be paralyzed from the neck down. Well, that's what I feel like I did to my mother, even though it's not remotely close. I fuck up with almost everything I do. She has had a difficult life. She has never put herself first- never. What absolutely destroys me is that I'm a priority to her. That she deserves an infinite amount more gratitude than anything I can show for, but I am grateful, it makes me cry every time to know how fortunate I am. It also makes me cry every time knowing what a fuck up I am. All she wants to make her happy is to know that I can be successful in life and I can't do that. I'm petrified because I don't know how to prioritize, I don't know how to give myself that drive. <br /><br />Zach Braff's character couldn't cry. It's not that he didn't care, maybe it just hurts too much the point where the only way to cope is to repel any sense of feeling. He meets Natalie Portman who shows him genuine kindness. She shows Zach emotions throughout the spectrum and he regains life. Well, that's pretty much the plot. lol. I use to think I knew everything, but the way I dealt with it all was by being indifferent all the time. I didn't realize the damage I was doing to myself and most of all the people I sincerely care about. 4 years later and I'm like 'holy shit, what did I do.' Disappointment struck down on me and it fucking hurts. It hurts that I can't have my friends like I use to but I don't want to be that person because everyone I care about deserves the best. No, really- these are some amazing people. I'd rather act like I have life figured out but I can't, I just know better and am now more confused now than ever. Maybe it's because time just slapped me in the face and said 'wake up, i'm not going to slow down for you' and before i know it, I'm wondering where my life has gone. I know that much, though. I don't know if the way I process my thoughts is the best route to take but it does seem the most logical. I over analyze, over think, and not take initiative. <br /><br />It's almost mine and Anthony's anniversary. Exciting! I'm very much so in love. I know because he has this immense positive energy that compels you to radiate this energy towards others to let them experience this genuine love that you feel. I'm at a stage of complete vulnerability; you have to in order to have open-mindedness. This is also the stage where you want change, the milestone to strengthen yourself and progress on. I'm somewhere around there, you can't gain back everything you lost without making amends to the ones affected by the lost. I'm sorry I've been lingering in this stage..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6649538049054630825-6324577654296012501?l=twentysevens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Nguyennoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6649538049054630825.post-89383738375957571302009-05-15T02:01:00.000-05:002009-05-15T02:42:13.627-05:00<blockquote>Hello insomnia,</blockquote><br />On most nights I would stay up for no apparent reason, tonight is different- in less than 8 hours my life will change in an instant due to you, Ticketmaster. My favorite band in the world is returning to Dallas and for the first time in 19 years, I will witness Tool and all their drug induced glories. Tool is the only commonality that remains between my brothers and I and in some sick way, I hold this bond dear to me. On that note, I'm stopping here to smoke a cigarette.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/shortstuh/10000days2.jpg?t=1242373233"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 455px; height: 126px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v379/shortstuh/10000days2.jpg?t=1242373233" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6649538049054630825-8938373837595757130?l=twentysevens.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nancy Nguyennoreply@blogger.com0