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vtk2812
Chú Thựng đang nhớ bạn 🌈⬇️ :
Cảm ơn shốp nhưng tui dùng ip13 lên IOS 18 sợ nó chết ỉu 😂
2024-09-22 03:48:46
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sau_106
👶🤏🏻Ebe sữa bột🍼 :
12prm lên ios18 có lag kh ạ, ai lên r cho em xin yk với
2024-09-22 06:17:09
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sd17082014
Cậu Út 66. :
sao mình ko có cái voice v ?
2024-09-22 05:06:11
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usernaylacaynam
Cây nấm nhỏ chíu :
15plus ai lên ios18 r rì viu tui vs🥺
2024-09-22 11:10:55
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aubr.gne
go2sleep :
ip 11 64gb có nên lên ko mn😭
2024-09-22 10:42:17
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nav2307
Nguyễn Vỹ :
Chỉ j mà nhanh v tr
2024-09-22 05:04:58
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kn18th6
hiền nhất busan :
làm hoài hong được..
2024-10-02 21:19:40
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knt0990
An đi đâu 🦄 :
Sao vào Enable notification ko có hiện ra icon nào hết e ơi… làm sao!!! 😅
2024-09-22 11:59:50
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_n.ngvy_
ngocvy :
t vẫn k làm đc:0
2024-09-22 09:01:42
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xi.muoi307
𝔵.𝔪𝔲𝔬𝔦 ☕️ :
11prm lên ios18 có bị lag khumm, mn 🙂‍↕️
2024-09-22 07:49:42
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vkhangcte.209
Chòng iuu Hlinhh :
Ipxsmax lên iOS 18 từ 2 tháng trc tới bây h vẫn ok
2024-09-22 08:39:45
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hzang27
Hương Giang :
Lên iso 18 ms lm đc ạ
2024-09-24 04:25:24
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snescda
💗 :
ơ nhma app tui nó tiếng trung:)
2024-09-22 09:05:36
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hgthng.07
Người Lười Hay Cáo :
cái t3 em kh lm được á😢
2024-09-22 09:31:04
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ddddhuong1907
Dhuong..🥜 :
sao để nó đếm v :(
2024-10-04 14:57:37
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datdu09
Người Nào Đó :
Ui dời tưởng IOS nào cũng làm được, lên IOS 18 thì chả khác gì androi
2024-09-22 04:08:05
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vietdzcaom72
Pino :
K ghép đc phần voice ta
2024-09-23 16:00:29
2
nandemonai407
Con dân Đông A :
làm sao để hiện số vậy 😳
2024-09-29 10:37:19
1
daooneeek
mỹ nữ khờ khạo 🧏‍♀️ :
có tốn tiền hong dịi
2024-09-22 05:28:13
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ailee.162000
Ailee nè 🌷 :
Cho mình hỏi có tốn pin hem
2024-09-22 04:44:36
1
pmew99
Phương Nè :
Cảm ơn b nhiều nha mò tu bua gio cung co ng chỉ
2024-09-22 04:36:29
1
xu_minh1986
xu_minh✈️ :
Iscreen bị mất phí đúng ko e
2024-09-23 10:47:29
1
userapbp6lmxcd
Nguyễn Bảo Yến 2025🪷 :
cho em tiếng chuông kinh đi chị
2024-09-22 12:08:23
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username3673280
e :
Xs lên IOS 18 vẫn ngon nhaaa
2024-11-01 09:28:13
0
quanghuy261201
Trần Quang Huy :
Sao đếm dc số lần vậy ní
2024-09-22 04:30:02
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Dear my Vietnamese American friends, I remember the first time I learned how my grandfather died from talking to my dad. He was killed during the war by the Việt Cộng, literally got stabbed 60 times in the chest. That’s what my grandma told me as well when she had to hold his body after the army dropped him off at her house.  For a long time, I didn’t know what to do with that kind of tragic information. I think a lot of people expected me to automatically inherit a certain perspective because of it. To be angry. To be resentful. To hate the people that killed my grandpa. And to be fair those same people probably still hold that hate in their heart for people like my grandpa. The people that seek refuge in other countries after the war. But now, the more questions I started asking. Not about who I should blame. But about what actually happened. The more I researched the war, the less black and white it became. What I found wasn’t heroes and villains. It was Vietnamese people killing Vietnamese people. Families torn apart. Young men on both sides who probably would’ve rather been home with their families than carrying a rifle through the jungle. I kept thinking about this idea.  If I was born in a different village, under different circumstances, at a different time, would I have made different choices? Would my grandfather have? Would they? I don’t know. And I think that’s what keeps me from hatred. Not because what happened wasn’t tragic. It was terrible. My grandfather never got to meet me. My father grew up without his dad. Maybe that’s why my dad has always been there for me. But I also know that carrying resentment for people I’ve never met, over a war that ended before I was born, isn’t going to bring him back. A few years ago, I started going back to Vietnam regularly. 3 years in a row now. Some people told me I was romanticizing it, and that I am privileged. Maybe I am. But I’m using that privilege to reconnect rather than to separate. Some people told me I was forgetting history. Some people even called it betrayal. But honestly, going back did the opposite. It made everything feel more human. I met people. I sat with families. I listened to stories. I spent time with relatives. And the Vietnam I found wasn’t the Vietnam I inherited through other people’s fears. The same thing our parents were trying to do when they came to America. I think that’s why I struggle when people tell me loving Vietnam means forgetting what happened. Because for me, loving Vietnam came after learning what happened. Not before. Learning more about the war didn’t make me hate more. It made me understand more. I don’t want to spend my life choosing sides in a war that already took so much from our people. I’d rather spend it building bridges. I’d rather spend it reconnecting with family. I’d rather spend it understanding where I come from. Maybe some people will never agree with that. And that’s completely fine with me, But I refuse to believe that the only thing we inherited from our elders was pain. I think we inherited resilience too. And maybe it’s our turn to decide what happens next. It is our generation’s duty to stop this cycle.  #vietnameseamerican #vietnamese #vietnam
Dear my Vietnamese American friends, I remember the first time I learned how my grandfather died from talking to my dad. He was killed during the war by the Việt Cộng, literally got stabbed 60 times in the chest. That’s what my grandma told me as well when she had to hold his body after the army dropped him off at her house. For a long time, I didn’t know what to do with that kind of tragic information. I think a lot of people expected me to automatically inherit a certain perspective because of it. To be angry. To be resentful. To hate the people that killed my grandpa. And to be fair those same people probably still hold that hate in their heart for people like my grandpa. The people that seek refuge in other countries after the war. But now, the more questions I started asking. Not about who I should blame. But about what actually happened. The more I researched the war, the less black and white it became. What I found wasn’t heroes and villains. It was Vietnamese people killing Vietnamese people. Families torn apart. Young men on both sides who probably would’ve rather been home with their families than carrying a rifle through the jungle. I kept thinking about this idea. If I was born in a different village, under different circumstances, at a different time, would I have made different choices? Would my grandfather have? Would they? I don’t know. And I think that’s what keeps me from hatred. Not because what happened wasn’t tragic. It was terrible. My grandfather never got to meet me. My father grew up without his dad. Maybe that’s why my dad has always been there for me. But I also know that carrying resentment for people I’ve never met, over a war that ended before I was born, isn’t going to bring him back. A few years ago, I started going back to Vietnam regularly. 3 years in a row now. Some people told me I was romanticizing it, and that I am privileged. Maybe I am. But I’m using that privilege to reconnect rather than to separate. Some people told me I was forgetting history. Some people even called it betrayal. But honestly, going back did the opposite. It made everything feel more human. I met people. I sat with families. I listened to stories. I spent time with relatives. And the Vietnam I found wasn’t the Vietnam I inherited through other people’s fears. The same thing our parents were trying to do when they came to America. I think that’s why I struggle when people tell me loving Vietnam means forgetting what happened. Because for me, loving Vietnam came after learning what happened. Not before. Learning more about the war didn’t make me hate more. It made me understand more. I don’t want to spend my life choosing sides in a war that already took so much from our people. I’d rather spend it building bridges. I’d rather spend it reconnecting with family. I’d rather spend it understanding where I come from. Maybe some people will never agree with that. And that’s completely fine with me, But I refuse to believe that the only thing we inherited from our elders was pain. I think we inherited resilience too. And maybe it’s our turn to decide what happens next. It is our generation’s duty to stop this cycle. #vietnameseamerican #vietnamese #vietnam

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