london ngày 17 tháng 1 năm 2011

chị hỏi giờ em muốn gì
em trả lời em muốn bay - như - chim
chị bảo rằng vậy thì cứ bay, đừng lăn tăn gì cả,
em biết rằng em chắc chắn không là bến đỗ của nó
và rằng relationship là cái gì làm em dằn vặt, đừng dính tới nó nữa
cứ học hành, làm việc và bay nhảy
còn nếu nó làm em vui vẻ và enjoy cuộc đời hơn, ở khía cạnh nào đó
thì cứ ở cạnh người mình thích
có cảm xúc cũng được
không có cũng được
chỉ cần em xác định em cần gì và muốn gì thôi . . .

ừ chị ah
em muốn bay như chim
và sẽ bay như chim
thi thoảng có mỏi cánh, sẽ bay qua chỗ nó, chỗ chị cười đùa và sẽ lại bay tiếp... :D:D:D

em sẽ bay như chim
bay như chim....
bay như chim ....

. chiie .


Chair project .... prrrrggg

a couple of pages from the current chair/object project.
my research is about the Cabbage chair by Nendo. As its name suggests a type of veg so I made some illustrations around the food/veg area...

"Ketch-up" ... and mayonaise?

a few little drawings from summertime 2010.


since i know my blog will count somehow to marking process of my study in Camberwell, I've decided to add some more decent touch for it (well, blab-ing about personal stuff all the time is not really a good idea?!)...like with some photos n ideas plus thoughts n inspiration posts.

my writing skill deeply sucks "nowadays" as since i left college, i hardly ever write any essay or watsoever seriously so...
that's the first goal probably.... "ketch-up" with writing then there comes drawing!
a fresh start maybe? ::D

Work for final exhibition in college . June 2010 .


a few

I found some nice japanese illustrations today :)


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suddenly i sense something. something ridiculous. painstakingly ridiculous.
is there anything more "profoundly" funny than when you know the guy you fell head over heels for so long is now gay?
nothing's official. i didnt get a clue but i just feel it. and i realize. i trust my sense and now it hurts.
can't either laugh out loud or cry or weep. but LOL?
everything about that person is falling apart, in my head, my mind, my flesh. i dont know what i am to you, but you used to be the one in my heart, truly one ( somehow always was) but now dead! dead!you know?
i so wanted to share with you what i've been through last summer wholely by myself ,just like the way u've told me about yours....... many nights all summer long i cried, i cried cried cried, i remembered, but eventually all for nothing, right?
the only thing i want in everyone around me is truth. dont lie to me, nor keep facts apart.
there's gonna be the day you tell me that real-ness. but when? at least, tell me as i'm still your f-r-i-e-n-d, still.

a dream.

chấm ,


"She had an overwhelming desire to tell him, like the most banal of women. Don't let me go, hold me tight, make me your plaything, your slave, be strong! But they were words she could not say.

The only thing she said when he released her from his embrace was, "You don't know how happy I am to be with you." That was the most her reserved nature allowed her to express."

( Milan Kundera - The unbearable lightness of being )

" You can sleep. Sleep in my arms. Like a baby bird. Like a broom among brooms... in a broom closet. Like a tiny parrot. Like a whistle. Like a little song. A song sung by a forest... within a forest... a thousand years ago."


sunday morning, ...

"Once the mountain of records had disappreared from his house, Tony Takitani was really alone. "

(H. M)