tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90889394139217822872011-08-01T09:59:40.914-07:00but i fear i won't say clearly enoughflorence luonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224359228893241313noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088939413921782287.post-38460060773994353132009-09-18T21:14:00.000-07:002009-09-18T21:34:11.842-07:00i'm good at starting things; terrible at keeping them.<br /><br />www.floorrinse.tumblr.com<br /><br />come follow me<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088939413921782287-3846006077399435313?l=havingpurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florence luonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224359228893241313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088939413921782287.post-32529410276117512262008-11-05T19:10:00.000-08:002008-11-05T19:11:18.438-08:00remember remember the fifth of november<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088939413921782287-3252941027611751226?l=havingpurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florence luonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224359228893241313noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088939413921782287.post-77439610616823476602008-07-25T23:12:00.000-07:002008-07-25T23:33:44.572-07:00during the first few weeks of my internship, i walked around the area to see what i could eat for lunch. i walked into a deli, saw the prices, and started to leave. my hand was on the door, but a man was coming in and we did those split second looks and fumbles of deciding whether one of us should side step or open the door. he ended up opening the door for me with a smile and said, <span style="font-weight: bold;">"only cause you're gorgeous."</span> and i walked out of the deli feeling pretty good about myself :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088939413921782287-7743961061682347660?l=havingpurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florence luonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224359228893241313noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088939413921782287.post-25454234827472900262008-06-19T22:14:00.001-07:002008-06-20T15:56:56.367-07:00<span style="color: #003366;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: #003366);">a note for the previous entry ----</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: #003366;">it wasn't meant to be posted late, but i couldn't post this when i actually wrote it. i had to be okay again, before i revealed this to the world.</span></span><br /><span style="color: #003366;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088939413921782287-2545423482747290026?l=havingpurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florence luonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224359228893241313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088939413921782287.post-56642443530321314402008-06-06T23:11:00.000-07:002008-06-06T23:35:01.270-07:00in my room:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">mom:</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> ithan's getting married and i'm invited to the wedding</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">me: </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">am i invited too???!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">mom: </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">of course</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">me:</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> realllly?!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">mom:</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> of course not. i meant of course not. i forgot the not. </span><br /><br />in my room again:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">mom:</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> omgosh! look at this eye shadow makeup! it's expired!! it says 2004 in the corner!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">me: </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">nooo that's the number code for the eye shadow color!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">mom:</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> OHH HAHAHA well look at this one! it expired in 1205!! [she winks] HAHAHA!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">me and freddy:</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"> oh ha ha ha ha</span><br /><br />at the dinner table:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">mom: </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">your goojea (some variation of aunt in chinese) went to europe for a business trip but she wanted to stay longer to have some fun and i suggested that we can go with her next year during the summer</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">freddy:</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> vacation in europe?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">mom:</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> yeah, in french</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">[me and freddy look and laugh at each other]</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">me: </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">you mean, france??</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">mom:</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> yeah, france. and british too<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />she's a keeper : )<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088939413921782287-5664244353032131440?l=havingpurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florence luonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224359228893241313noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088939413921782287.post-39870976939927518762008-05-25T22:09:00.000-07:002008-05-25T23:08:58.529-07:00yesterday, i was buying groceries in brooklyn chinatown with my mom and when we went to put the groceries in the car, lo and behold! a mister softee's ice cream truck! and that ice cream song was playing. when i used to live in brooklyn, that melody was summer's song and the ice cream was refreshingly delicious. i remember that i tried not to think about the rumor about the ice cream man and him not washing his hands after peeing. maybe it wasn't that delicious but it was just the childhood excitement of having ice cream before dinner that made it so so good. anyway, i really really wanted to get one but i was going to eat dinner soon so i made a responsible decision not to spoil my dinner. but yesterday was just one of those moments that nostalgia just happened to happen. i still kind of want one.<br /><br /><br />here is a picture of bay belt parkway in brooklyn. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1150/1219566624_576057526e_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 142px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1150/1219566624_576057526e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />that tiny strip next to the roadway is where i used to bicycle, fly kites, fish, crab, and eat that mister softee ice cream.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: left;">..... let's go! :D</div> </div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">summer 2008, please don't disappoint me</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088939413921782287-3987097693992751876?l=havingpurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florence luonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224359228893241313noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088939413921782287.post-63897454425316580792008-04-21T21:32:00.000-07:002008-04-21T22:06:45.003-07:00<a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=s7sFW8CWJJY">http://youtube.com/watch?v=s7sFW8CWJJY</a><br /><br />click it. watch it. sing alonggg~<br /><br />this link is a video of the performances of norah jones' "don't know why" and john mayer's "your body is a wonderland." i loove these two songs respectively, but what gets me is the smooth musical transition from her song to his, from piano to guitar, and her jazzy blues voice to his raspy, also blues-ish voice. when they're in transition, her piano playing accompanies his guitar playing and i think that is pretty cool :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088939413921782287-6389745442531658079?l=havingpurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florence luonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224359228893241313noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9088939413921782287.post-55996428420065794512008-04-02T19:42:00.000-07:002008-04-13T20:43:00.558-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" >yes, i am 20 years old.</span><br /></div><br />this will be my last post as a <span style="font-weight: bold;">20 year old</span>. it's depressing, exciting, sad, happy, sorrowful, joyful, all kinds of confusion and gladness. as i am writing this, my heart is pounding at the thought of being vingt et un. the next time i post, i will be 21 years old and full of wisdom!! ;) anyway, i've always kind of had a list of things to do before i am an <span style="font-weight: bold;">x</span> amount of age. seeing that 21 is a milestone, let's see what i still need to do:<br />1. travel the world<br />2. be a GOOD photographer<br />3. fall in love with a boy<br />4. get married<br />5. have kids<br />6. adopt kids<br />7.<br /><br />too lazy to finish. numbers 3 - 6 kind of go along. that stinks.<br /><br />it's 10:54 p.m. i have an hour and 6 minutes left until i am an adult forever.<br /><br />i'm going to try to be graceful about this. no crying allowed. a person only turns 21 once. cheers <3<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9088939413921782287-5599642842006579451?l=havingpurpose.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>florence luonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09224359228893241313noreply@blogger.com5