I like winter. Is that so strange and weird to you? I like winter when I was just a little kid. I had no idea at that time but I did know I like the atmosphere during winter. I love we all family members gathered in the warm stove. I like how we tried to make us hot. I like to wear thick jackets, wool hat, scarf and socks. I love Christmas and Lunar New year coming soon in the winter. Having said that, I give a truly special feeling for winter season. Liking winter still exist wherever I go. I studied Bachelor in HoChiMinh City far from my hometown and there is no winter in this place. I felt there must be something missing here and it was true. I miss my hometown and miss the cool air in the winter. It's rare for me to see someone claim that their favorite season in the year is winter. I can tell winter is my favorite. I like the air, the atmosphere. I like to see all people put on their jacket and scarf in the street. Everything seems closer together than ever. A book mention abo...
I got to know The Path of Islam ( Con Đường Hồi Giáo ) by Nguyễn Phương Mai through a Blog recommendation. The promise of a personal journey through the Middle East, told from the perspective of a Vietnamese author, immediately sparked my curiosity. The book's cover even reminded me of a photo I once took during my trip to Singapore, creating a small but meaningful visual connection. More than that, I wanted to see the region through her eyes, to follow her footsteps, and to understand her experiences traveling across a part of the world I've always dreamed of visiting. Without hesitation, I ordered the book online. When it arrived, I was so thrilled. The colorful, vibrant cover and the photographs scattered throughout the pages all hinted at a journey that would be rich and profound. The Path of Islam is the travel-memoir and cultural exploration of her nine-month journey through 13 Islamic countries during the Arab Spring by Nguyễn Phương Mai, a Vietnamese professor at the...
I took several pictures by myself to mark this journey, both of getting tattoos on my arm and clavicle, and of claiming a part of myself. It was a moment where I documented something deeper than skin: my choice, my change, my story. I had planned to get these tattoos two years ago, but only recently did I finally have the chance. P.S. I didn't smile in the photos because I was going for something cool. But in real life, I laugh a lot. Hanoi, July 05, 2025
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