Rants and Rambles

Here comes summer - the sun blinding your eyes when you're still snoring in your beds, the taste of fresh watermelons, and the never-ending irks of mosquitoes bites. As a student, I feel immensely relieved when the stressful days of pop quizzes and running after the school bus are over. Personally, I have only spent a few summers in Canada, most of which lasted only for a few months. So, memories of summer largely pertain to the time in Saigon, Vietnam.  In fact, there isn't such a summer season here: there are only a wet season (from May to November) and a dry season (from November to April). However, I can still sense another shift in my mood when summer is at the corner - a nostalgic ambivalence. Being uprooted at a tender age has shaped my memories, which can be evoked from the slightest wisp, such as a particular shade of clouds reminding me of a ride back home from school years ago. Therefore, as I traverse through the bustling corners of Saigon, I feel like exploring a d...