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Thao Nguyen
Artist | Hobbyist | Photography
Vietnam
Bunny. Pisces. Taking photos, sketching, reading, dreaming. Strolling around Hanoi with my old rusty bicycle. Empty streets, early morning. Cloudy and rainy or sunny but windy days. Hanoi winter. Summer rain. Stars on summer sky. Smells. Feelings, ideas and abstract thoughts. Looks timid, secretly rebellious, isolated and tend to be reckless.

Seize ans et demi.

Current Residence: Hanoi, Vietnam
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  • Mood: Compassion
  • Listening to: Avril Lavigne
  • Reading: Harry Potter and the half-blood prince
  • Eating: nails
It's been two months. And a half. I'm fine, after all. I hope she knows I'm trying. But I know what she will say. I'm not trying hard enough. Try harder. Even if I have to sacrifice everything.
I afraid of this word, sacrifice.

I write something somewhere, somehow I don't feel it real.  I write down my thoughts thinking how people will response it. Then I correct the words, fix things. Still I'm trying to be something cool. It bothers me. I log on to my dA page and strangely, I feel like home. Even though I don't really know anyone here. This place is peaceful.

I'm don't have deep thoughts, I don't know things. Just a common girl with common thoughts. Most of them are questions. Questions that I would never dare to ask, questions that have no answers. There're a mist in my mind. I know the colors, I know the shapes, I know the feelings, but I don't know what they really mean. What are their definitions? Everything is just an abstract, blurred picture, hide behind the mist.

She tells me I should care more about others.

Is that related to the question how I can define myself?


May. Sounds as gentle as a breeze. I should get some flowers.

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:iconblackdennie:
thanks :aww:.

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I'll be really happy, if you visit my web and my blog .)!
Love, Dennie.
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:iconextraball:
Thank you for the fav =)
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:iconlordnexus1:
Thank You for the :+fav: :D

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Have a grrreat day :squee:
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:iconrikitza:
Thanks for the fave
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:iconkarthikvj:
hey.. thanks for the fav on "Love" [link] :D
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:iconcarlosbecerra:
¡Gracias!. Thanks for the fav...! Best regards.

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:iconentre-les-vents:
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clic :fish: on the fish
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:iconpszczolabzzz:
thanks for the fave:) I invite you again to my gallery:)

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I invite you to see my so-far modest gallery:) I will be very nice:D

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Thanks for the :+fav:!
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:iconmeeeo:
thanks for the fave (:
lovely gallery!

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we drift deeper into the sound
and life goes on...
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