Carla Bruni- Quelqu’un m’a dit
“On dit que le destin se moque bien de nous”
The thing is, I know what my problem is. I just don’t want to fix it. Oh well…
Coeur de Pirate - Adieu (:
Coeur de Pirate - Francis
“No one told us which way to come. Nobody mapped oblivion. So I go growing roses in the disarray.”
LIGHTS - Banner.
Tet
Tao Quan 2012. Thong diep TEC. Khuc Giao Mua. Surrounded by the people I love the most. Sorry geography but it doesn’t work this time. I still feel like Tet is all around me. Even without any banh chung or fireworks.
He is We - Blame it on the rain
1034. Totoro & Doraemon Bread. Ohmygosh…….. how adorable are these? The Totoros look adorably chubby.
Madcuteness <3
(Source: heartisbreaking)
TOTORO!!
(Source: tefylovemichi)
Cuz it’s not New York seen from Vietnam, but New York seen from New York
I don’t usually miss home. But I do, in New York. City life pushes me to a chaotic point where feelings got mixed. I’m excited and gloomy, happy and nostalgic at the same time. I see new things in New York. Concrete buildings. Yellow cabs. Crowded subway stations. No-name artists. But I keep finding Hanoi when I walk on the pavements of New York. I put myself in a mode where I would try to detect as many deja-vus as possible. I’m excited to be lost in the sea of people. I cheer in happiness when we got stuck in the middle of a traffic jam on the way to Manhattan. Whenever we drive along the bridge, I would pretend the river I’m staring at is Song Hong, and the sparkling light from the buildings on the other side is just my illusion. Everyday when we stay in Manhattan late at night, I would walk slowly. I try to inhale the smell of street food. Sometimes I just stop and stare at a random hang-rong on the way. I see myself traveling back and forth in a space tube. Sometimes intentionally, sometimes unconsciously…
Time passes. I become the worst visitor ever. I didn’t do much sightseeing. I didn’t take a lot of photos. But still, I would not trade my experience with any other because I got to see a real New York, like I see Hanoi. The city I lived in for the last few weeks is the rats I saw when Veronica and I were waiting for the 6 train to go home, the bus full of people who-look-like-me that we walked on, amazing Filipino food I had everyday, Asian market, Chinatown, the big trash bags on Zerega Ave, people buzzing in and out of the train in rush hours, people from every corner of the Earth, more people. I saw chaos. I saw dirt. I saw struggle. Everywhere it’s fast life, people hurrying to work, people trying to catch some rest on the train before heading to other goals.
But still, I fell in love with New York. For the ceaseless surprise I encounter everyday. For the fast city life I finally feel myself surrounded by. For the reunion with old friends. For the people I just met. For the amazing street arts and street food. For the city that has everything.
