Hoa sữa lúc nửa đêm gây bệnh cồn cào.

Cái nhớ à, cái nhớ ơi, cái nhớ mày ngủ cho ngoan

Nhớ ơi, hoa sữa đang nở thì hãy nhắm mắt tận hưởng chứ đừng nhắm mắt hồi tưởng

Nhớ à, tao mệt mày quá,

Hà Nội vẫn ở nguyên đấy chứ có chạy đi đâu đâu mà sao nhớ thế này.

365 days

The definition of a year seems vague. Neither it is short nor long. 

BY Rob Mulholland

I have yet to read the rationale behind this beautiful piece of art, but for me personally it has something to do with human - our reflection, how our looks remain the same while the inside is transforming ... it is amazing how all of us have reshaped; mails, words and all that thought-provoking outputs merge into one intangible moss, it keeps on growing and drying out, breaking  through this side and twisting on that side... How could a lot of events be stuffed into just a few days? How could bold statements collapse so rapidly? Is it internal or external? Yes I find it pretty fascinating, it's even more complex than rocket science, almost unsolvable. I love this simple, almost too-obvious quote of McLuhan: "I don't necessarily agree with everything I say"

However, now that I've look at it from both side, the sequences seem clear. 

Ephemera. everything is life is temporary. what we once hold so dear and close, might vanish the next day without any signs. Enjoy this moment, suffer from it, laugh hard, taste every bite of your "now". 

So fast, now that I am seeing the others dealing with their changes. How I  wish I could do something, anything to help them, though the best thing I can do for now, is keeping silence.

a thought or two...about communicating

been to the design conference today. needless to say, things like inspirational, eye-dropping and all. I spent the evening sharing every single thing I could remember with my mates. I recalled the sessions, felt this-and-that, did my works with eagerness and positiveness.

the only downward thing is that, I'm not quite a good communicator. I cannot deliver a question right. how disappointed. I thought I would ask them about how they have gone through difficult times when they first started the business, but it turned out to be a bitch whining about how she didn't know what to do and need money to live on. So, yeah. It, together with some other questions raised, actually left some negative feelings for some of the audiences. well, I felt guilty and supppperrr embarrassed by letting some people down even if they are strangers and it might not take them very long to get this thing out of their heads. But again, my communication skill sometimes just sucks. sucks big time. okay I'm not taking language barrier as an excuse. I tend to talk non-sense when in crowd.

people sucks sometimes, so it's just one of the important thing that needs to be noted down. so that we can all improve ourselves for the better.


but really, sometimes, do you think words fail? I know it's best to balance both, chill and laugh are the best boost for basically everything. but well, today is the day that words suck with me. Haha, I suddenly feel for those who had said a bad thing or two during press and interviews.


 do you think we should shut our mouths, listen and silently improve ourselves as we learn from them, like "không biết thì dựa cột mà nghe", or should we just go ahead, speak up, make mistakes and feel alright as a flawed human-being and try to work things out from there?

Type affair or the disappearance of Linh

Life goes on fast these days. And all days all nights are dedicated to the little Type affair of mine. I wake up and fall asleep with him.

Our relationship started a month a go, when Brief told me "Ey, I've got this guy you'd really like, he's gonna suit your Tohe project perfectly. The only thing is that, you just gotta give him sometimes and get to know him. Wanna meet up?"

These two are actually from Nguyen... but since it looks so beautiful as rain I can't help posting <3

Of course I couldn't say no. Friends, marks, lecturers, even my own head and soul fell for the deal. so I started it off by sketching him out, doodles and doodles, I even searched for guys I like on the internet ( haha, what a shame...), re-traced their contours, admire their X-height, bowls, tails, arms, legs, ears... and I told him to be patience and nice, because I'd help him, train him, guide him because this is what I've wanted to do, now that he gives me a chance, I will grab it tightly.

Apart from personal cuddles, of course we hang out. We were with flour and dough, get dirty with color drops and wax ourselves with candle lights.

Yes there are days when I feel so sick of him, I get mad and said bad things to him, I cursed, I overreacted, I almost neglected him.

But there is, there will always a way to sort things out. Or at least, I believe so.

We'd take a walk by the peaceful canal, drench ourselves in the tranquil and enjoy the evening with pleasure.