As An Aspiring Medical Doctor, I Give My Support To Help You & His Sisters Family Even If I Dont Have

As an aspiring medical doctor, I give my support to help you & his sister’s family even if I don’t have enough Yen to help out at the moment. I would be happy to help treat these cases, especially if these patients & the epileptics turn out to have malignant tumors among others.

Hey you guys! I saw an old hs friend post this on fb and if y’all could boost and donate I’m sure it would be appreciated! I’ve see. Her struggle since his premature birth and she needs help!

Tan kunnoka pirka ne, yonkor tan yan.

(This movie is good, please watch for this.)

Katomap imenokaha matpon umma upopo kane an. Tan kirawepa etopi hapur, korkay sinrit yaykipte ari monrayke ne.

(Cute video of a filly singing. This unicorn’s mane is soft, but the source [root] is nsfw [dangerous for work].) I hope you don’t mind this adorable video, even if the source is as described above.

Little Nephew’s day

Today (morning for me & brother’s family) is my younger nephew Ishijiro’s first birthday, so if you’d like to say something in wishing a safe day, please don’t hesitate to say it. I really can’t wait to video chat with my brother later today. Don’t be afraid to send a little something, I’ll be sure to pass it along.

Black, Beautiful & Mongolian - The Black Expat - Black Identity + International Living

Mishell Hernandez speaks with Inolda Gansukh about her childhood experiences of both being black and Mongolian.

This is in effort to reach out to my fellow half-Mongolians. I may not be half-African, but this is nonetheless touching to find an Afro-Mongolian reaching out on multiple accounts, especially looking back on my experiences with an African exchange student not more than 2 years ago in university back home. She’s half-Nigerian & half-Kenyan (through the mother & father respectively), & has a couple of siblings back in her home in Lagos, & yes I’ve dated her a couple of times before. She was quite pleasant to be around, & this article ties to the experience in what it is to be African in my homelands through Inolda’s narrative. Even though our Mongolian parents were from the opposite kinds, I hence got off relatively better since it was from my bone. If you look back at one of my blog posts from a while ago, it also has my experience of what it is to be a hafu, so please read that too. I’d like to tell you more about her when the chance comes. Happy 150th post here, apunno paye yan.

Of course.

Please be honest.....reblog if you actually care about me