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Oh how you’ve changed
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It’s amazing how much people can change in a year. You don’t speak to one another but you happen to stumble across their MySpace or their Facebook and you get a little curious…
You flip through their pictures and think to yourself… damn this wasn’t the person I knew then. You start doing a reanalysis of your own life and how much you’ve changed yourself.
To all the people I haven’t spoken to, who might read this… this is what I want to say… I’m on to you. Lol. Jk. I’m glad you’re doing well and I hope your life is full of good times and laughter. We might not have spent that time together, but I still thought of you. I hope you thought of me too.
To those of you who see me all the time and read this… I’m glad you’re a part of my life. 
Song of the day:”Samba Saravah” by Karrin Allyson
It’s a light cheery French jazz/piano song. It makes me happy and it reminds me of my trip to gay ol’ Paris. Maybe it’ll make you happy too.
The Momsies.
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I need a tub of ice cream and some chocolate.
I miss my parents a great deal and I’ve been thinking about them a lot here lately. Yesterday I found myself cleaning the house listening to Little Saigon Radio. Somehow between washing and drying the dishes, I felt a little more adult.
I live alone with my brother and although we have the same house since 1994… this is probably the most freedom I’ve ever had…
I think about mom every morning when I wake up and at 4PM everyday. I’ll think about her randomly at odd times of the day and find myself checking to see what time it is so I can call her. Working on a 12hr time difference is a pain in the ass sometimes. I guess they’re right when they say you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.
I used to be an unbelievably picky eater, but now that she’s gone, I’ve tried just about everything I’ve rejected prior to her departure back to the motherland. God knows I can’t cook worth a crap, but I’ve picked up a couple things since she’s been gone. She still insists that I learn how to cook because no decent man would marry a woman who doesn’t know how to cook. Boo to that I say. Booooooo…
Anyway, hopefully she’ll come back to the States for good. I miss her dearly.
I would post a silly picture of me and my mom here, but I haven’t had the time to scan it. Hooray for being lazy. Maybe later, yes?
