Mình vẫn còn nhớ như in bạn ấy đến đón mình ở Vincom muộn đến cả nửa tiếng đồng hồ. mình đang trực chờ khóc ăn vạ vì tủi thân thì bạn ấy đến, mắt còn ướt mặc dù có vẻ đã cố nén lại. 

Đấy là lần đầu tiên 1 đứa con trai dám khóc trước mặt mình. Chẳng hiểu sao lúc ấy, ko biết vì bản năng sẵn có của phụ nữ hay là cái gì gì mình cũng ko hiểu nổi, mà mình thấy đau thắt lại trong lòng. Cảm giác là mình đang thường cái đứa đứng trước mặt, chứ ko còn là yêu, khi vừa đi vừa nghe nó giải thích. Mà đấy là mình còn thừa biết là chuyện nó khóc ko phải do mình rồi nhé. 

Phụ nữ buồn cười nhỉ. Cả đời đi tìm 1 bến đỗ cho riêng mình, để có thể trở về và làm thiên chức của 1 người đàn bà thôi, đơn giản thôi đã, chưa nói gì đến chuyện làm mẹ. ấy là thiên chức được yếu đuối, được nũng nịu, được dỗi hờn, bởi vì thừa biết nếu làm vậy sẽ có đúng chỉ 1 người ấy thôi, sẵn sàng dỗ dành, sẵn sàng ” đàm phán “. thế nhưng đến khi gặp 1 anh chàng nào đó, ở đâu đó trong 1 ” quãng yêu ” hơi hơi dài, bắt gặp anh ta yếu đuối trải lòng với mình, thế là lại thấy hình như mình ko khao khát đi tìm bến đỗ, mà còn khao khát làm bến đỗ cho 1 ai đó. 

ngày xưa 1 người bạn hay 1 người chị đã nói với mình là chị ấy ko thể chịu nổi con trai khóc, giờ thì mình cũng hơi hơi hiểu. 


ok so it wasn’t a very pleasant evening but i’m throwing this on here anyway. this is the 1st writing activity in ” professional writing ” class. 

1. My name is Diệu but my foreign friends often call me D when they find it hard to remember how to pronounce it.

2. I like to have conversations with strangers i meet along the way while travelling. 

3. Although i am a girl, I am not a cat lover. i’m scared of cats, especially those very skinny ones. i’m also scared of flying insects.

4. i loveeeeeeeee puppies. 

5. i am into photography and children. i like observing people so people watching is 1 of my favourite activities. it gives me just the enough amount of quiet time to myself. 

6. I am a relatively impatient person except for when it comes to little kids. 

7. I can be seen as weird sometimes by sociable and extroverted people. 

8. yes from 7 you might have guessed, I am sort of socially awkward…

9. I’m not a competitive person apart from when i play Ultimate Frisbee. it’s changed me a lot in the past 4 years. 

10. when i was younger i was a very quiet kid and i dreamt of becoming a doctor. I don’t think anyone in my family thought i would pursue something like Communications. 

11. this is 1 of those rare candid photos of me in which i grin :D ( since i’m not exactly fond of my smile )

thats it for today. good night world. hopefully i’ll be able to keep up with blogging more often. 


" It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I’ll never see him again like this… well yes, I’ll bump into him, we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else’s kisses. "

- 2 days in Paris 


HoiAn is a reversed letter order of HaNoi :)

… for the forgetful self of mine. as always :) 

  • Friday night: we arrived pretty late at my aunt’s after leaving the airport for dinner. rested at hers for a bit then headed to the bridge to see it moving. wasn’t a wow but still worth going out at 1am to see i guess. i hope the rest felt the same, not necessarily everyone i know, but still. it was fun back in Đà Nẵng at such hour. 

those local people were pretty weird. they kept staring at Nora ( ofcourse ) and one of them even asked her to stand in the middle of a bunch of ants just to ” see if they’re gonna bite ” (?!!!) 

my aunt let us stay over for the night and even treated us breakfast. i hardly see her all my life i have to say. probably just a few times all my life. and thats exactly why people from this area are so dear to my heart, unlike the Northern people. they’re always so welcoming. i would give her a hug but as vietnamese usual customs, i didn’t. 

  • Saturday morning: we took off for Hoi An, went by bus which was pretty legit. it gives you that little sense of know the daily life where you go. it was a pretty busy bus i stood half of the way. but it was pretty fun going with Dương and Nora. 

em muốn yêu anh ở Hà Nội nhỏ xinh này.

this is for you, wherever you are and whatever you’re doing right now. I don’t care, or well I yet don’t have the right to care. 

But this is real and this is me coz I want you to know…

I’m not that perfectly pretty girl sitting around the old quarter’s corner, not that popular girl who’s always all over the place, recognised wherever she goes, not the girl with any sort of special talent, the sort of talent that is so well performed very often, the sort of talent that makes every guy be in awe and go chase after her. 

I am the sort of girl who is still trying to figure out who i really am, what i am capable of doing, what limitations I have, what I’m best at doing and what I should stay away from even trying. 

I love puppies and I’m scared cats and rats.

I love people watching. I love seeing people in reunions, in a relationship, in any kind of ” ships ” for that matter. 

I hate prejudice, not just the idea of it, but for it prevents people from growing, loving, developing, expanding, forgiving, brainstorming, connecting, reuniting, 


there gotta be something wrong with you if you don’t see the society being wrong in all sorts of possible ways at the moment, all over the world but it shouldn’t stop you from realising helpers, rescuers, heroes, in short amazing people are still all around you as long as you’re willing to seek. 

sometimes i think it could be a privilege being born in a fucked up society/ most fucked up period of time in human history, coz only then you know the true value of ” good “, you can’t take ANYTHING for granted. :)