If only in my darkest hour of despair,
A voice would echo through the air,
I’d cry, in the arms of either stranger or kin,
Baring my soul, with secrets deep within.
Death
A temporary post. This is a translation of an excerpt from one of my favorite Vietnamese authors.
Translation:
“I want to confess something: I think a lot about death, not the how and when will I die — those are beyond my control, I think about what comes after when my eyes had closed, and my heart had stopped beating for the last time: what would I pass down to this world besides a body now has turned to dust?
Continue reading “Death”Chasing the sun
Cancun is a city associated with emerald green beaches, soft sand, and never-ending golden sunshine. The fame of this place has definitely scared backpackers like me a bit.
However, when I came here, things were different. It turns out that that magnificent “Las Vegas of Mexico” is only a little fraction of what Cancun truly is.
Continue reading “Chasing the sun”The mystery of La Micachoana ice cream
Disclaimer: Before diving into the post, I want to make it clear that I am not involved in any illicit activities. I am simply a backpacker with a genuine interest in ice cream. In the unlikely event that this blog attracts unexpected attention, let it be known that my intentions are purely driven by curiosity.
Continue reading “The mystery of La Micachoana ice cream”What is love?
It was a lovely night after a long day of walking, sightseeing, and eating, my friend Dan and I decided to go for a drink.
“I don’t particularly like beer, but what I do enjoy is how people become more open after they’ve had a drink”, Dan remarked.
I agreed. Cuz not so long after we started drinking that I heard him asking me “What is love?”. Bruh, you know, this is not the kind of question you’d want to ask a 20-year-old girl on the first day we met.
Continue reading “What is love?”To go or not to go?
Isn’t it obvious? What is a better way to explore, to see weird things, to get to know a whole new world than to go to the place itself?
Continue reading “To go or not to go?”Story from a stranger
“I used to be the kind of person who really loved traveling”, he said to himself. “Almost… from the age of 18, every summer I would travel around, solo, with my huge backpack. I went to all places and meet all kinds of people. Some of them became friends, while some were more like a nightmare. I was obsessed with this feeling: never knowing what will happen tomorrow, never knowing what kind of person I’m gonna be.
Continue reading “Story from a stranger”Women’s psychology in two verse
Hello world!
Hi! I’m Chi. I’m a student looking for a healthy way to procrastinate.
I want to learn something new every day and hopefully can write a blog about it. Things I want to learn can be varied, from technology to history, geography to politics, or even life lesson from conversations with strangers.
Besides that, I want to document my own thoughts and prejudices at the moment, just to see how would I change in the future.
Thank you!