The book thief, again.

(Other perspectives) symmetric I am haunted by humans. Death – The book thief – Markus Zusak For about an hour now, I have been writing and deleting my review blog of The book thief, because as always, I could never actually find a way to explain or even tell it in an appropriate way that can …

Her name starts with a T. She has long black hair just like me. She has braces just like me. She is lovely.

(Other perspectives) We look like twins, but we are so different.  It was dark, and it was warm, except when I turned my body around and the air slipped in, it would be extremely cold.  I starred at the ceiling. It was dark outside, and that didn’t give me any sense about the time or …

Tilted.

(Other perspectives) Every day. Same thing. But not nothing. Every day. We grow. I grow. Towards the sun.  Her head tilted, thinking about what to write. She has been doing the same thing over and over again for days, and there seems to be nothing new to share. Tilted. Is that all life offers?  I …

Mệt quá đi hiu

(Other perspectives) Looks like tears.  Sáng mở mắt dậy mà cứ hiu hiu không muốn đi học đâu, không muốn làm bài đâu. Nghĩ tới cái lịch kín mít chẳng có nổi nửa tiếng nghỉ ngơi mà buồn xịu. Rồi dần dần cũng nhận ra hình như dạo này mình đang xa cách với tất …

Being that “odd” – in quotation mark not because it has a different meaning, but because it is simply different.

(Other perspectives) An odd starts its journey.  I am too used to being an odd that I gradually forget how to blend in.  And sometimes the Devil in me say because I’m too weak that I try to be a different kind.  I have never bothered. But oftentimes I would stop and ask why never …

Yêu thương vô hình – Invisible love

(Other perspectives) Invisible but reflective.  As I grow older, love, to me, becomes more invisible, even though it has always been.  I grew up in a Catholic family. My grandparents witnessed the love of God, and since then following God is what every person in my family has to do. I believe in God, so …

The love that was once faded.

(Other perspectives) Almost gone. I have been thinking a lot about how people in my home country sacrifice everything just to be able to live in the United States. Many Westerners whom my parents have met, they told me, love Asian cultures because of how people embrace each other, of how being collective is a …