There has been no metro in Vietnam, but I already had the chance to travel by MRT in Singapore for a few weeks. With that in mind, I came to London to find myself rather disappointed. 1. No doors to protect passengers from the open platform or from the coming train. People always feel like…
When Did You Stop Drawing?
It’s the question that some of my friends are asking one another, and it makes me think of myself. When did I stop drawing? I used to draw a lot when I was a kid. I believe everyone did too, especially before people could read and write. Drawing was one of the easiest and earliest…
The Solitude of Prime Numbers
I just read another book last night and a couple of hours today. It’s probably the best novel I have read for a while. To be honest I’m not so sure I really enjoyed it, but it possesses some kind of power that I would rank higher than an obsession. It was ‘The Solitude of…
Death
She wakes up to someone calling her name. Except that it is in the short, cherishing form, which she hasn’t got called by since Pouce was gone. Seventeen years ago. Who could that be? Here, in the middle of this snowy place in an alien country, no less? She shudders, surprisingly not out of the…
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Little boy, hope you’ll get well soon And can just stop looking back, Cuz life is destined to be doomed And leave people some heartache. Little boy, we know that it’s not cool To pull a face like how you’d react. When a day is made of gloom, It’s just not meant to be packed….
For the Undone
So I see All the love out there that is not for me. The squabbles, the needs, the bitter and sweet, Which all I taste is out of duty. I hear All the hatred and cruelty that bring tears. Practiced flattery, seasoned fakery behind false happiness, Which I’ve been through enough to fear. And I…
For My Closest Stranger
Back then we had all the time in the world Staying up whole day and night for the boy and the girl Whom we lived behind underneath our masks Laughing and crying for moments that did last All the jokes, the swings, the scorpion, the capricorn And the quotes, the twinges, the lumps, the eyes…
Muggle Quidditch in Vietnam: “We don’t fly, yet doesn’t mean we can’t.”
Unlike other sports, muggle quidditch was imported into Vietnam by a bunch of bookworms. For a year now the ‘wizarding’ sport has been striving to gain not only popularity but also seriousness in such a conservative Oriental country. “One thing more awesome than Quidditch itself is the fact that it’s real,” says Khoa Duong, one…
Dedicated to the Memory of Forever Missed Elliott
If 1969 has another significant meaning to me than the great same-named song by The Vines, it must be the year when he came into the world. If there’s a good turn from Indie obscurity into Mainstream success, it must be about his Oscar-nominated original soundtrack called ‘Miss Misery’. If a celebrity death could really…
The Perks of Being Lonely for A Vietnamese Pioneer Comics Artist
21, fresh commerce graduate, and having his first comic book published in Vietnam, Lan Vu may look like a very successful and admirable young man. Except that to achieve his primary goal, set before he even started drawing, there seems to be a long way to go. It has been nationwidely acknowledged, after his effectual…
Kaleidoscope Eyed 