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Yesterday I had a fight with one of my guy friends. Let’s call him Lonely Boy because our friendship is a lot like Dan Humphrey and Blair Waldorf friendship from Gossip Girl. And we all know I am a lot like the vain bitchy Blair Waldorf who idolizes Audrey Hepburn, classic movies and upscale traditions. Lonely Boy is not the typical type of guy I would hang out with. We are very different but we get along very well. Back to the fight, it was my fault. I was moody and unreasonable as always. A kind friend of mine was trying to be peacemaker. She was trying to convince me that Lonely Boy likes me and I should ask him out. LOL That was kind of cute. She is so sweet and kind. It does not matter if my friend is right or not, I would never ask Lonely Boy out. If he likes me, he needs to learn to ask to get what he wants. Plus I don’t even think he likes me. Read more…
I don’t blog for money. I don’t bother to put any ads on both of my blogs. I write because I like sharing my stories. Maybe one day I can look back and see how silly I was.
It really means a lot when you take your time and read my posts. Yesterday I got this tweet from @_thatsheart, and it made my day.
I was at a party and I almost cried when I read the tweet. It means a lot to a blogger like me because now I know that I have been doing the right thing. No page views, number of RT, likes, +1s would make me this happy. At the end of the day no number is really matter except the number of people who actually cares.
Thank you all for all the support.
Thanks @_thatsheart for your love. You taught me a lesson
If you care about something, show it; because it might mean the world to someone.
“Nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.”
-Oscar Wilde
Last night, I had a chat about education with Julian Shenoy [@JulianMKTR] on Twitter and it reminded me of a story.
During my trip to Vietnam a few years ago, I met a smart lady friend of my father, Tuyet. She was so nice to me and we hung out a lot. She told me the story how she met my father.
Eight years ago, after my mother took my sister and me to Canada, my father stayed behind to rebuild his legacy. One day Tuyet and her husband came to my father’s apartment to pitch their interior design service. My father recognized that the very bright young lady was not educated, and he didn’t want the talent to be wasted. Tuyet came from a poor little town in Vietnam. She dropped out at an early age to work and support her family. Before she met my father,Tuyet did not even know when Vietnam’s Independence Day is. My father spent hours every night after work tutoring Tuyet. Few years later, he hired her as vice president of one of his companies.
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I was surprised because my dad did not teach me like he taught Tuyet at all. My parents rarely help me with school work or directly teach me anything. I only remember my mom helping me with my homework in grade one because I was struggling [ all my classmate took summer school.They already knew how to read before school started, and I didn't]. I came to my dad and asked him why he does not teach me.
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