Emily Hoàng

    Mirrors Dear blog, I haven't met you for a long time. Actually, I haven't written anything.  This afternoon, SG rained again, harshly, violently like a storm in my heart.  I like when it rains heavily enough to put on my baggy raincoat. It is great because I feel like I am so small. As if I was covered in an insensitive interweaving line of people. I like to see the raindrops flying gently on the lampposts. Driving at night when the city was going to sleep in silence, surrounded by crowded people, I remember I used to sit on the back of the motorbike, hugging him, looking at the streets and people rushing to go back and forth fading away after my glasses. I used to hate the rain very much. I hate raining because it blurs the glasses that I love so much. I hate to see people jostle and hear the car horn in the street. The heart suddenly felt nostalgia thinking of when my dad came to school to take me home, under the rainy season like that, I sat behind h...