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I wish I was more fluent in Vietnamese, and also I wish my dad knew how to speak Chinese. I would have been able to speak three languages, but I can't
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hfawk:but chinese is an awesome language to know...especially for business :hs:
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:edit: Fuck you Carlos :angry:
It's weird the things that stick in my memory. I have a terrible memory when it comes to events and conversations except when I do something I regret (especially when I get in an argument with someone since I am anti-confrontational by nature). Here goes:
I got in an argument with my brother about lord of the rings (when we were youngerh: ) we had both read all the books, but it had been a while and we argued about how part of it went. I actually stood up for my opinion, which in the end turned out to be wrong, but you know how arguments between siblings can escalate.
I got in an argument with one of my homies and another homie's gf about a historical figure (I wont say who) and pulled the "I'm a history major, fuck you" card. Turns out we were both a little off in our arguments. Pretty ashamed of that one.
When I was a little kid and those troll dolls were going around, I thought they were kinda coolh: My mom got me one, but it was kinda a ripoff version and I said it sucked.
And this one is the biggie... I've since cleared this up, but I'm still sorry for the way I conducted myself. When I was a senior in HS, my mom wanted to get me something big as a graduation gift. She knew I was a car dork and kept dropping hints that it was something car related. Then she started dropping hints that it was something racing related. I forget exactly how it happened but she was teasing me about the surprise and I said something along the lines of "As long as it's not NASCAR related." Instantly I could see her heart sink. She had signed me up for the Richard Petty racing school where you get to drive a real nascar around PPIR. I tried suggesting she return it or something, but that wasn't possible. I was a young punk full of NASCAR hatorade and my mom had gone through such lengths to get me this gift that she thought was perfect. Well either because she couldn't get a refund or because I didn't want to make her sad, I went and did it. It turned out to be a great experience and a lot of fun. I still think back to my original comment and wish I could go back in time and punch the young me in the face. It also makes me realize just how much my mom rocks. Shit, I'm tearing up.
It's weird the things that stick in my memory. I have a terrible memory when it comes to events and conversations except when I do something I regret (especially when I get in an argument with someone since I am anti-confrontational by nature). Here goes:
I got in an argument with my brother about lord of the rings (when we were younger
h: ) we had both read all the books, but it had been a while and we argued about how part of it went. I actually stood up for my opinion, which in the end turned out to be wrong, but you know how arguments between siblings can escalate. I got in an argument with one of my homies and another homie's gf about a historical figure (I wont say who) and pulled the "I'm a history major, fuck you" card. Turns out we were both a little off in our arguments. Pretty ashamed of that one.
When I was a little kid and those troll dolls were going around, I thought they were kinda cool
h: My mom got me one, but it was kinda a ripoff version and I said it sucked.And this one is the biggie... I've since cleared this up, but I'm still sorry for the way I conducted myself. When I was a senior in HS, my mom wanted to get me something big as a graduation gift. She knew I was a car dork and kept dropping hints that it was something car related. Then she started dropping hints that it was something racing related. I forget exactly how it happened but she was teasing me about the surprise and I said something along the lines of "As long as it's not NASCAR related." Instantly I could see her heart sink. She had signed me up for the Richard Petty racing school where you get to drive a real nascar around PPIR. I tried suggesting she return it or something, but that wasn't possible. I was a young punk full of NASCAR hatorade and my mom had gone through such lengths to get me this gift that she thought was perfect. Well either because she couldn't get a refund or because I didn't want to make her sad, I went and did it. It turned out to be a great experience and a lot of fun. I still think back to my original comment and wish I could go back in time and punch the young me in the face. It also makes me realize just how much my mom rocks. Shit, I'm tearing up.
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:edit: Fuck you Carlos :angry:
It's weird the things that stick in my memory. I have a terrible memory when it comes to events and conversations except when I do something I regret (especially when I get in an argument with someone since I am anti-confrontational by nature). Here goes:
I got in an argument with my brother about lord of the rings (when we were youngerh: ) we had both read all the books, but it had been a while and we argued about how part of it went. I actually stood up for my opinion, which in the end turned out to be wrong, but you know how arguments between siblings can escalate.
I got in an argument with one of my homies and another homie's gf about a historical figure (I wont say who) and pulled the "I'm a history major, fuck you" card. Turns out we were both a little off in our arguments. Pretty ashamed of that one.
When I was a little kid and those troll dolls were going around, I thought they were kinda coolh: My mom got me one, but it was kinda a ripoff version and I said it sucked.
And this one is the biggie... I've since cleared this up, but I'm still sorry for the way I conducted myself. When I was a senior in HS, my mom wanted to get me something big as a graduation gift. She knew I was a car dork and kept dropping hints that it was something car related. Then she started dropping hints that it was something racing related. I forget exactly how it happened but she was teasing me about the surprise and I said something along the lines of "As long as it's not NASCAR related." Instantly I could see her heart sink. She had signed me up for the Richard Petty racing school where you get to drive a real nascar around PPIR. I tried suggesting she return it or something, but that wasn't possible. I was a young punk full of NASCAR hatorade and my mom had gone through such lengths to get me this gift that she thought was perfect. Well either because she couldn't get a refund or because I didn't want to make her sad, I went and did it. It turned out to be a great experience and a lot of fun. I still think back to my original comment and wish I could go back in time and punch the young me in the face. It also makes me realize just how much my mom rocks. Shit, I'm tearing up.
It's weird the things that stick in my memory. I have a terrible memory when it comes to events and conversations except when I do something I regret (especially when I get in an argument with someone since I am anti-confrontational by nature). Here goes:
I got in an argument with my brother about lord of the rings (when we were younger
h: ) we had both read all the books, but it had been a while and we argued about how part of it went. I actually stood up for my opinion, which in the end turned out to be wrong, but you know how arguments between siblings can escalate. I got in an argument with one of my homies and another homie's gf about a historical figure (I wont say who) and pulled the "I'm a history major, fuck you" card. Turns out we were both a little off in our arguments. Pretty ashamed of that one.
When I was a little kid and those troll dolls were going around, I thought they were kinda cool
h: My mom got me one, but it was kinda a ripoff version and I said it sucked.And this one is the biggie... I've since cleared this up, but I'm still sorry for the way I conducted myself. When I was a senior in HS, my mom wanted to get me something big as a graduation gift. She knew I was a car dork and kept dropping hints that it was something car related. Then she started dropping hints that it was something racing related. I forget exactly how it happened but she was teasing me about the surprise and I said something along the lines of "As long as it's not NASCAR related." Instantly I could see her heart sink. She had signed me up for the Richard Petty racing school where you get to drive a real nascar around PPIR. I tried suggesting she return it or something, but that wasn't possible. I was a young punk full of NASCAR hatorade and my mom had gone through such lengths to get me this gift that she thought was perfect. Well either because she couldn't get a refund or because I didn't want to make her sad, I went and did it. It turned out to be a great experience and a lot of fun. I still think back to my original comment and wish I could go back in time and punch the young me in the face. It also makes me realize just how much my mom rocks. Shit, I'm tearing up.
is your name Larry?
