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This is Tina. I am an artist, an animator, a joker, and a laugher. I am not the best but I am not the worst either. And my goal is to be on top. These blogs are bringing you my greatest passion in life, which I hope you will enjoy. Nothing is as entertaining as images, both still and moving. So please, forget the real world and welcome to the world of imagination~

"When you really draw something, never fear to be BOLD, otherwise, it won't be that amazing~" Tina N.


P.S. Did I not tell you that I am also a writer? At some point it dawned on me that I do enjoy putting my imagination in texts, not just images. Oh joy!

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Never Give Up



 NEVER GIVE UP
On these feet I gotta stand up high,
With these hands I gotta move and fight.
Even if the battle may last days and nights,
Darkness shall always be stabbed by the light.

---an old poem by Tina N.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Đời (Life)


Original Vietnamese version: 

Đời
Gớm thay miệng lưỡi bàng dân,
Mù mà cứ thích vạch trần nhân gian.
Gớm thay cái phận hoang tàn,
Ngu mà cứ ngỡ thân vàng hiếm hoi.
Thằng hề phải có ai coi,
Ô a chỉ trỏ xăm xoi đứng cười.

English translation:

Life
Disgusting, the people’s mouths,
They are blind, loving to judge.
Disgusting, the broken individuals,
They are dumb, thinking they’re better.
A clown needs an audience,
Oh ah, pointing and watching, a laughing stock.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Vô cảm (Numb)


Original Vietnamese version:

Vô cảm
Mũi kim cắm chặt trong tim,
Máu chảy đầm đìa nhấn chìm cơn đau.
Mắt nhắm để khỏi nhìn nhau,
Ngờ đâu nước nhỏ đâm sâu má hồng.
Đường thẳng mà cứ đi vòng,
Té lên té xuống mà lòng chẳng hay.
Ước được cặp cánh để bay,
Lượn qua lượn lại mấy ngày thoát nhân.

English version:

Numb
Deep in the heart lays a needle,
Flooding away the pain, it bleeds.
Seeing each other closes the eyes,
Damping the rose cheeks, they weep.
Keep walking off a straight path,
Fall down at times, unaware.
Wish for the wings to fly,
Take off for a few days, escaped.

---Tina N.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

FATE - Preface 1

"When a soul is taken away from a living being, it is the end of life. When it happens, it is usually not foretold. Nobody or nothing can predict it. It just comes, sometimes suddenly, sometimes gradually, sometimes peacefully, sometimes filled with endless pains. As human nature, we wonder about preventing it to keep the life longer, or even to keep it last forever. We have achieved much success to lengthen our time on Earth. But there is one thing we should never forget, nothing can finally stop it. Even with the highest stage of modern science, it can be slowed down yet unstoppable...
If, at some point, it could be stopped, there would always be a great price that must be paid. And the price would cost a lot more than just one life.

It's FATE."

~~~~~~~~~~





The small village was only a few miles away from the Kingdom's Capital of The Rising Dragon, yet the differences between them were drastically big. The more wealthy and glorious the capital looked, the more solitary and poor the village became. The tragedy did not stop there, a strange horrid disease had swept through the little village, killing over half of the population.

It was said that only this one young alchemist could cure the disease. Her name was unknown. Her background was also unknown. She just came to the village mysteriously three days after the great disease had taken place. She was known as the only female alchemist alive in the Kingdom who had the power to revive and foresee the death...

-"Please save my husband! You are the only one who can prevent the death and cure all sickness." - the wife was shaking, kneeling on the ground with her hands clasped together. Her eyes were red-shot and already dried from the constant weep of her husband's near-death stage. She panted and looked up at the well-known alchemist like a great Savior, and sometimes glanced at the dying husband laying on a broken bed.

The alchemist was examining the body of the husband carefully. She sighed lightly:

-"I'm afraid.. it is too late..."

The wife opened her eyes widely, staring at the alchemist with shock. Her voice started shaking:

-"Wha... what do you mean t.. too late? You can still save him, r.. right? Right??"

The alchemist looked at the wife then back at the husband and slightly shook her head:

-"I'm sorry. I cannot save him anymore. This is already too late to do anything."

Before the wife could ask another question, the alchemist continued:

-"He has reached the final stage of the disease. Worse, the final stage already happened yesterday which means there is no way to save him. I can try to revive him but it would be useless since after that, he would only be able to live for less than 3 more days. If I had been here yesterday instead, the situation might have been better and easier. Yet... I am helpless now. I am sorry..." - she let out another long sigh as she kept staring at the empty space above and behind where the husband was lying.

The wife crawled to her husband, held on him and bursted into tears.

The alchemist looked at the poor couple for a little while, then turned and walked away...

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Không đề (Untitled)



Original Vietnamese version:

Không đề
"Hai năm thân còn xớn xác,
Bụi đời trên áo chưa vác được lâu.
Chuyện tình chuyện nghiệp u sầu,
Mơ mơ tưởng tưởng biết đâu mà tới."

English version:

Untitled
"Two five, remains a child
On the shirt, a little dust of life
Love and career, weighing down the mind
Day-dream, there's no way to find."

 



---Tina N. (written at midnight of December 28~29, 2012)


...dedicated for this whole year 2012 and to welcome the next year 2013, when I will be "two five"...

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Journey to the other side of the Earth - Chapter 1



Chapter 1 – The BIG first impression.


The story started when I turned 17 in 2005. I had gotten a scholarship from my high school in Saigon, Vietnam to go study in the US. My dream came true. Going to the US was the only way for me to nurture and develop my passion. Well, that was what I used to believe. The feeling was indescribable as it was not easy to travel to the US from Vietnam without having to pay a bunch of high costs. I was excited. I had no idea if I should be scared or happy. There were different opinions upon my trip, either I would really love my life in the US, or I would be extremely home sick, or even worse, I would not be able to be on my own and turn into a complete ruined individual in a totally different society. You know, everything has its prices and prejudices. I was so eagerly looking forward to my journey ahead that I simply ignored them.

I am glad I did ignore them.

There were some minor problems during the flight from Saigon to Los Angeles. The trip was supposed to last about 18 hours long, but due to a delay in Hong Kong, it was 4 more hours until I could actually step my foot on the land of US – LAX, Los Angeles International Airport.

“Wow!”

That was my first word in the US. Was it amazing? Was it incredible? Was it beautiful? Well, I would not know then since I was still trapped in an airport. But “oh my god, look how big everything is!” My first impression of this country was that everything here was just so big. I have always known I am small, but as I was wandering around, I felt tiny, like a mini dwarf. At first I freaked out. A young mini dwarf girl being alone, having no idea where to go to, not familiar with anyone, not even the language, and here she was, seeing that everything was huge, strange, and different. The weather was not so cold but I felt as if my four limbs were already frozen. “Oh man, I will never be able to make it here. Those people were right, I am too sugary to make it on my own in another country.” As I started thinking of all those dramatic thoughts, a familiar voice was sounded:

“Tran!!!”

When I turned around, it was like a heaven’s door to me, all nice and shiny, and bright. The only person I knew here at that moment, my only family in the US, was rushing to me, waving her arm in the air crazily, and shouting out my name without a care that she was being watched by many other people. It was my sister – Minh.

My sister and I had always had quarrels, but today, she was like a guardian angel in my eyes. I was so glad to see her. We hugged and talked for a little then she suddenly asked:

“You must be starving!”

After all the excitement from the trip, I had no idea that I had to eat. As soon as I heard my sister offering to take me to dinner, I noticed my stomach had been rumbling.

“So what do you want to eat?”

“Anything. I’m very hungry.”

“Okay, let’s go grab some Italian then.”

“Italian?” – I thought to myself. “Isn’t Italian food expensive?” All my life in Vietnam, I mainly had my Mom’s cooking, and of course it was mostly Vietnamese. My family rarely went out to eat since my parents were very serious about saving the money. I used to call them “super savers”. Moreover, Italian food was usually served at those fancy restaurants in Vietnam, where I never dared to even dream to go to. I was very confused about my sister’s choice. I thought perhaps she wanted to celebrate my arrival to the US.  

And I had my first meal in the US. To my surprise, it was not expensive at all. Maybe if it was converted into Vietnamese money, it would be expensive in Vietnam, but not in the US. However, I could not finish the meal. I ordered a pasta, and they brought me a serving for two people.

“No no, that’s all yours. It is one serving.” – Minh said.

My eyes opened widely, my jaw dropped. There was no way that I would be able to eat all of this. 
“Everything sure is a lot bigger here.” – the same thought sparked in my mind again.

---

Unfortunately, I could not stay any longer with my sister. My destination was not Los Angeles. I had to take another flight to Chicago. That was where my host family lived. I would be staying with them as their host child. I would start my actual very first US day in Chicago. The brief meeting with my sister somewhat had brought more confidence in me. My legs were no longer frozen but rather moving rapidly toward the entrance to the plane to Chicago. The more I walked, the warmer I felt in my heart, and the stronger my determination became. At that moment, my future in the US was still a blur before my eyes, but at some point, I just felt so sure that as soon as the blur was cleared out, something amazing would be revealed.
A loud female voice from the airport speakers was echoing behind me: “Welcome to Los Angeles International Airport.”

“Welcome to The United States of America, Tran.”

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This blog exclusively dedicates to only texts and texts - stories, short stories, essays, poems, lyrics etc.

I call it "Imagination through the texts". 


Drawings come from imagination. But did you know, texts also have a very big role in developing one's imagination?~~~

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