A Dalat postcard for all y'all

Dear Friends,

I have been fed up with all the implemented horseshit that's happening to our world, and so.., I have decided to go back in time, to Dalat. Here's a 1960s post card from that region and that era to prove it. Please note, things aren't so much better here. Although beauty is abundant here like smog is back in our times, chances are: if that brave pedestrian falls into the creek, the seeping chemicals of war will one day (perhaps our days) strip his child of something precious. That's just a hunch now, but one day (our days), it'll be a denial, and then.., an excuse. Things are crazy here, but at least over here, it's like it is over there. youknowwhatimean? Over here in Dalat, you can't run away from it; so u just gotta cherish it all. miss ya much, be back when the smog lifts.

ur friend,

Ty

Get Happy

Finally, after a few hours of neglecting sleep, I've created and linked all the necessary accounts together (emails, blogs, videos, ebay, amazon,libary, safeway, you-name-it-accounts); all so I can do this:
get my favorite (and most inspiring) claymation on this blog. If you haven't seen it, enjoy. or rather, Get Happy.

two in the morning

i can't sleep, so consumed with a thought.

Someone i now know told me at work

this girl i used to know, dyed her hair blonde

"I was like: 'oh damn, yar one of those sexxxy asian girls with blonde hair now.'"

i told him, yeah, till it grows out and you can see the black roots, then its just ugly

i suddenly awaken to this thought:

when the dark roots regrow, that's when she's most beautiful.

blah blah blah....blah

it's been way to long since i blogged. i've forgotten what it's like to write for myself. finally, don't have to worry about grammar, syntax, tenses, or readership. the last eight months kinda erroded my once-strong desire to rant. so many unrecorded thoughts. but im back, and i'm planning to make up for lost time. so...

I think:
I complain ALOT about the fog in the city. it has always been a good way to strike up a conversation with a stranger. and true, it's gloomy, wet, and cold pretty much all the time, but if its' good for one thing, it does make me cherish the sun that much more when it finally shines. like today.

I miss:
fried chicken with trans fat (if you're reading this and you feel the same, please post a comment, and i'll marry you)

My Updated Life in Fragments:
resumes aren't hooking; motocycle ain't working; claymation still in intro scene; new shoes and phone; work sucks; waiting for fantasy football draft; camping tomorrow; one friend extremely mad at me; one friend who has just forgiven me; a to do list to write; and one blog finally written.