My Opera
Bồ Công Anh chỉ là 1 loài cỏ dại, những bông hoa chẳng có hương, cũng chẳng có sắc. Một người đã từng bảo M giống như hoa Bồ Công Anh, và M cũng bắt đầu yêu Bồ Công Anh từ đấy. 
Chúng chờ những ngọn gió đến chấp cánh cho chúng bay lên trên bầu trời. 
Phút giây ấy, ta nhận ra sự vĩnh cữu trường tồn và hư vô nằm bên nhau, nhận ra cái thiện và ác tiềm ẩn trong con người cũng chỉ cách nhau mong manh như tơ của loài hoa Bồ Công Anh.” 
L 18 - 19
Saturday, May 29, 2010 4:46:33 PM
Once when i was in high school. I had done well in literature, so my teacher selected me to be on a special academic team. I used to join it every weekend to prepare for the examination that every high school in my province would take.
However, it didn't go well. I had thought that literature needed a creative mind. There wasn't a rule about how to write. My teacher used to want us to do everything her way and i didn't like this.
When my friend asked me how i felt about her way, I answered without knowing that my teacher was behind me: "so boring". I realized she was there when she stepped in front of me.
As a result of that, she kicked me off the team. 
. I'd cried, but i wasn't sad about that because I hadn't been interested in learning on a team before.
Anyway, i'd got award the literature from DMT magazine at all.
