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check out the beta of my website!

anyhoo, school is kicking my ass.. so much so i had to step up to a foot to feel anything anymore.

yes yes

so.. had another wedding yesterday. even though it was shorter than the previous wedding by 3 hours, it was absolute insanity through and through.


so, here we go again!


CH-UGH 2! from hieu on Vimeo.

damn

i haven't been this worked since i worked at a restaurant a few years ago. weddings can be rough, but it's all apart of a honest [ehhh, might be dishonest if you hook up with the maid of honor] day's work.


ch-ugh from hieu on Vimeo.

so whose truth do you believe?

here's looking at you

i'm at a personal conflict, and i wonder;

do i steer myself towards a materialized existence?

or

do i attempt to shed myself of what society has already built in?

cause a a700 does look nice paired with a zeiss 85m 1.4..

things i learned about going to the junkyard

• get bug spray. mosquitos love fat piggies with high cholesterol [ahem]
• haggling is a part of life. low ball and don't accept offers for new parts
• they serious about the dogs. be aware, real fucking aware
• don't walk past where it says 'no customers past this point', as the dude that got tackled can attest to.
  

what the fuck have you done?

'bury her out back, along with the dog. i told him, 'piss on the rug one more time, you're fucking dead.' '

face the fear

and stomp the fucker out.

dear summer

suh-weet

i hope thanh doesn't throw his neck around like his dad and his uncle :/

socks

good dress socks are a necessity. the first 4 weddings i did, both socks ended up with big-toe-holes halfway through the event.. until i bought some of these bad boys.

perry ellis, thank you. you saved me countless dollars by surviving grueling weddings which require my go beyond far beyond the duties of standard photography.

last night at the omni hotel for example, the groom's sister was persistent about how cute i was, and repeatedly grabbed me by the arm, stated to those around that she's taking me to her room, and starts to dart off in the general direction of the elevator. so i take a break to get away from the drunk people and enjoy the surroundings of the omni..



i come back, and they're taking her away because she's so inebriated. she grabs my arm and asks if i can come with, but the groom says i have a job to do and it's inappropriate. out of now where, she states that she's going to give me a kiss, and plants one smack on the lips. awesome.

the rewards of a wedding photographer; holed up socks and drunken flirtation.

w00t motherfucking w00t

i like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. this is the night, what it does to you. i had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
_jack kerouac

story of my life. have a brew on me!



they say the best revenge is living well without them. if that were the truth, then god should strike me down for having the best revenge EVER. i've gone over the past destruction of my friendship with old chum brady, and recently, another has fallen, and it was even harder [the fall, not the emotional impact on my psyche XD].



why am i posting this for the world to see? because i feel like it. the faggotry in which i've endured all these years needs some sort of release short of slugging him in the face, and this just seems way too appropriate.

you see, this is not an attack at him per se, it's more of a reminder to be wary of the immense selfishness in which we're surrounded. for me, consider it lesson chalked down. i've implemented a rule that, if i were to encounter a being who is in this relationship for little more than their personal advancement at my expense, +ahem+, they can go fuck themselves. of course that's to be taken with some liberties and a grain of salt, as 99.9% of the relationships are selfish in 1 way or another, 'tis the overwhelming selfishness i'm looking to filter out of my life, the insignificant ones i'm more than happy to let go.

on a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
_tyler durden

it's elementary, your time was up, feller, may life lead you where you deserve to go.

AND SO, another one bites the dust :D

♦♦watch your back♠♠

there's something unnerving about a person who wears colored contacts. like they're hiding something they don't want us to know, and whenever there's someone hiding, that means there's someone killing. yes, killing. killing the truth. murderous outrage at what yo momma gave you, and you rebel by altering your reality.

'my eyes are not blue, they're hazel!'

'my eyes were never black!'

'my pupils have always been fully dilated, is that so weird?'

and it's so utterly.. false. you're not fooling me, i can tell from across the room [where i was raping you.. with my eyes!] that those are colored contacts. that's like a step below wearing ugly fashion trends and a tumble down the eiffel tower below dying your hair.. about tied with plastic surgery. yes, that drastic.

i'm not trying to explain why i believe they do it, because i don't know and don't really care to. it just bugs me, here [points to penis].

[scratch me head]

my climb to 200 posts is staggering and taking longer than i imagined. considering i posted once a day for a month last year, you'd figure i'd be at 200 back in january. welp, things change, don't they? you get tied up, find new hobbies, make new friends, etc. etc.

lose your way. yeah, ahem, that's REAL easy to do.



that's my dad. the man found his way, and i think he's exasperated that i've yet to find mine. it's taking much longer than originally anticipated, and i think they knew something was wrong with me when i was a wee lad driving the car down the block at the age of 3. true story. but they look at my achievements [none] and don't see the love [lots]. the latter of which is so much more important, and i want them to know that if i don't pan out, at least they didn't raise a completely useless deadbeat, but one with love in his heart and.. well, a nice camera.

love so potent, i have an enlarged heart and might DIE at any given moment. not a true story, but it'd make for a really sappy 'carpe diem/live life to the fullest' movie like 'the bucket list'. make people aware that life is to be lived and without living it, you've got nothing. why anyone needs a movie to tell them that is beyond me, but maybe we've grown so complacent with life that instead of living with verve and spirit, we live with our heads and logic. saying the following is true and holds zero second thoughts:

youri, you drive me crazy. but i love you none the less.. though i hate you. love/hate at its finest.

i'm not lonely, just alone.

i want to talk to phung.


thoughts invoked by my heart.. true story.

roflmao

when i said the one regret i had was getting you that game? i meant it. so stop being a cock fag.

in all honesty, you're not a good person. totally sober and clear of mind, and i've come to terms with it.

btw, my future wife:

cause there's no one to blame

i feel sorrow for the fear
and everything it brings
wonder if it will ever sleep

i know you understand
because you briefly look away
focusing on nothing
so now everything is clear

cause there's no one to blame
you got no place to hide
it's only in your mind

i saw you
in amazement
stumbling through the day
you told me time
never waits
what is that supposed to mean?

gun start callin dis 'videos from a.. video poser'?

Vietnam Preview from hieu on Vimeo.

click for the vid in HD [w00t]

i made her do it

and she liked it, yes she did.

so

my lack of attention towards my beloved blog doesn't have anything to do with the lack of love for said blog, but rather lack of motivation to write in the blog. that's a really stupid word, by the way, 'blog'. sounds like 'bog', which is a map in the game call of duty 4 [bestest game ever] and depicts some nasty sweltering dump of a marshy thing. like 'sex blog' sounds roughly as hot as an impaled penis on a stick.

unless you're into that sort of thing, then GET THE FUCK OUT.

now that we've removed the weirdo, i apologize to anyone to frequents this site on a semi-sorta-kinda-normal basis, as i've been in less need of therapy as of late and this was it. i picked up running, which i do a couple times a week. i mt. bike when it's warm. i play an ungodly amount of cod4, and it's made me forget about not having had a juicy vagina in over a year and a half to munch on. loser? meh, better to have a game run your life than an overtly hormonal and moody human, don't ya think? [just sometimes, hieu] school, and for once, i'm doing hw and the reading for the classes. i shock even myself.

so, life is swell. i could use a job, but it's not stupendously urgent. i'm not so much reaching for the stars at the moment, just the penthouse.

man..

i love you guys


and by love i mean skull fuck