My dear Beard,
One day you will realize the power of a dream, a hope, a positive thought. Let me tell you a story, about dreams.
When we walk the city (All the words I should have said)
My dear Beard,
I met him in Saigon, a cute French guy. He’s the first man who ever told my eyes are beautiful. “Really? Really?” – I kept asking him that night since in Vietnam my eyes are considered ugly.
– “You are beautiful. Yes, you! Your eyes, your smile, your hands. They are beautiful!”
And I fall for him, fall for his sweet words. Then we hold each other hands and walked the city night. I told him holding hands sometimes makes me turn on more than real sex. Sometimes, it’s the search for something more than sex.
Happiness
My dear Beard,
Today I’m celebrating my 50th visited country – Norway. It’s recently reported the happiest place on earth.
In this moment
My dear Beard,
In this moment, I am sitting here in my little back yard, having coffee and planning what to do next for my work, aka my future. Consider the fact that I am now working so hard on 3 different projects, which I love so much but none of them has ever pay pack any little penny. They are all in their start-up phase, and I have to work even harder on some commercial writings and other stuffs to make my living.
Here’s to 2017 and the fools who dream
My dear Beard,
What a great start to the new year: my shoes got broken and I had to walk on my barefoot at noon. My friends said I look like Cinderella at 12:00 when everything turns to pumpkin and those creepy dog and cat 
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Sex and the city
My dear Beard,
As of October 2016, I am officially the columnist for Sex and the City series on Đẹp Magazine, where I offer my commentaries and opinions about women.
5 things I’ve learnt by volunteering in the jungle of Costa Rica
My dear Beard,
Volunteering at La Tortuga Feliz – a Sea Turtle conversation program in Costa Rica is one of the highlights of my trip around the Americas. Here are 5 lessons I’ve learned from that:
It’s okay to fail
My dear Beard,
Yesterday Keneice from Jamaica and I trekked up to Cerro Ancon in Panama city. We were about 2/3 the trail then we felt tired (because of being lost, the f*cking heat, the tropical heavy rain, some people we met on the way said the mountain is closed, etc).
And, we decided to …go home.
So, we failed.
I love you
My dear Beard,
Recently I hiked and climbed to a mountain for my first time ever. Montaña mountain in Peru, altitude 3,082 meters (10,111 feet) above sea level.
I do nothing in Cusco
My dear Beard,
Since I’ve arrived to Cusco few weeks ago, people keep asking me the same questions:
“How long do you stay here?”
“1 month”
“What do you do here for 1 month?”
“I do nothing”