I used to spend two or three hours every day scrolling through Facebook, reading comments, liking posts, and following everything on the platform. Eventually, it reached a point where I knew I needed help.
Looking at the iced milk coffee that was one-third condensed milk, my friend excitedly took a big sip, only to shake his head and stick out his tongue: "Too sweet."
Years ago at a Bangkok airport, staff let my overweight bag through after finding it was filled with books. That small act of flexibility left me grateful, and made me think about how fragile the balance is between rules, fairness, and service culture in aviation.
I studied English the traditional way, through textbooks and dictionaries. After decades, no matter how long or complex a sentence is, I can still grasp the main idea.
I’ve lived and worked in Vietnam for nearly 30 years. As someone who runs a business here, I've long considered one coffee chain a convenient and comfortable place for informal meetings, casual catch-ups, and a decent cup of tea.
After 10 seconds standing behind an old motorbike at a red light, I began to feel short of breath, my head started to spin, and the girl behind me couldn't stop coughing.
I live and work in the heart of Hanoi. Most days, I get around by bicycle, timing my rides to avoid rush hours so I can steer clear of the worst traffic and save money. It's a small habit that makes city life just a little less stressful.
With Long Thanh International Airport expected to open by early next year, or even as soon as December, readers are voicing a key concern: how travelers will get there quickly from Ho Chi Minh City.
My parents and relatives still don't believe I'm actually working, mainly because they see me waking up at 10 a.m. and spending my days in coffee shops.
I used to believe that reminding others to be more considerate could help make our streets a better place. But one afternoon in Hanoi made me question that belief, and left me feeling shaken and powerless.
Everyone around me seemed to know what they loved. My classmates had clear hobbies: football, painting, playing music. But I didn't know what I liked, or what I wanted to become. I felt lost and empty.
As I commute to work through central Ho Chi Minh City streets, I regularly see motorcyclists riding the wrong way, mounting sidewalks, and blatantly ignoring traffic rules.
From around 6:30 p.m. until late every night, I am tormented by the noise coming from the apartment opposite mine, where karaoke music blasts at high volume with their door wide open.
Many travelers will hesitate to fly from the new Long Thanh airport if it takes several hours to get there from Ho Chi Minh City center, according to reader comments.
At 35, I thought I had life figured out. With nearly VND3 billion (US$120,000) saved and a fully paid apartment, I walked away from my high-paying tech job. But the joy of idleness faded eventually.
Many children today chase IELTS scores - 6.5, 7.0, or 8.0 - as if these numbers define their language ability, forgetting the true purpose of learning English: communication, understanding, and self-expression.
