At the end of the day, we are small grains of sand, trying to identify ourselves in this big and noisy world. And in the world where the noise is not in our native language, our identity struggles a bit more. γγ I woke myself up this morning at 11:11. Wollongong was… Continue reading “Con ơi, ba đây! Con ăn cơm chưa?” – A journey to the East in the middle of the West
Ta nhận được một lời hẹn viết bài. Ta cần gặp Buồn để lấy cảm hứng. Một căn phòng nhỏ nơi ánh nến leo lắt chập chờn đang uể oải nhảy múa những điệu nhảy cuối cùng của màn đêm hậm hực. Đêm nay, ta có hẹn với Buồn. Một không gian tuyệt vời đã… Continue reading ‘Buồn ơi, chào mi’ không – phải của Nguyễn Ánh 9
My gratitude goes to Kate, Giverny and my fellow classmates who made this class the best time of my uni life! ¥¥¥ I have never thought about storytelling as something that means a lot to our being. To me, storytelling was simply a hobby. I love telling stories. My Facebook account used to… Continue reading I took a Storytelling class, and it was the best decision ever!
I found myself curling up on my bed on a cold rainy evening, thinking constantly about my next presentation on career narrative and professional values. Since I haven’t had a single obvious idea on what my future career would be like, finding a person within the industry would not even be the case to consider.… Continue reading A small talk with Dad, and so on!
"As long as you feel happy, there's no right or wrong career choices." It was a typical weekend night that I got home early from work. Winter was just around the corner. "Hi, Dad!" I greeted the greatest person in my world through the laptop screen. He was sitting on his reading… Continue reading What do you want to be?
March 2017. The sky after a heavy rain was plain grey. And dark. Work was scheduled at 4pm. 1.30pm. Dragging myself out of the last class that Friday afternoon, I felt empty. That time of the year, I was in my worst loneliness ever. I had just come back from the trip… Continue reading A Story
Summer 2017. I was in the hospital visiting my best cousin of all times, who had just given birth to a beautiful little boy called Riley. Riley was sleeping. And we, my cousin and I, were chatting. "Riley sounds to be a pretty name! Is there any special meaning lying behind?", I curiously asked Jane,… Continue reading Who Am I?
Two years ago when ’50 Shades of Grey’ was first released, some of my friends and I, all of whom were the book series lovers, were so excited that we went on the first screening day in Vietnam. In contrary to expectations, incoherent and boring movie scenes had disappointed not only us but also other… Continue reading Are we Muppets?
I have been through a difficult time. Every of those days, I woke up with anxiety. I did not want to get out of bed. I did not want to come to school. I did not want to talk. I was always with my own anxiety, days after days. For a while, I did not… Continue reading Wait, what did you just say?
This is a photo of my best friend using her personal device while we were having a night out together around 8 months ago. I was back in Vietnam during the time for a holiday. We went for dinner then having some milk tea and sweets for dessert afterwards. We had been talking a bit… Continue reading Personal Images Across Borders