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Some Thoughts on Films I don’t know how long I’ve loved watching movies. When I was still a little kid, my father always told me his story about his youth. When he was in his twenties, he and his friend bought a mini cinematograph, and then went around southeastern provinces on his Cub to film and make money. ‘It was a great time!’, he recalled. At that time, there were only Soviet films, Chinese films and Indian films because the government was having a ban on American and Western movies, but wherever they arrived, they would always attract many audiences because there were very few people who could own a TV set. Even when he was settled and started a family, his passion for movies never really dies. My father bought many film CDs whenever he could afford, most of which were Hollywood and Western movies; he also bought many animated movies CDs for me. My childhood are filled with colourful visions of those fantastic stories. I laughed when watching Tom & Jerry, I cried a lot while watching Jumbo and The Lion King. Even until now I still love watching movies, like my father. I love the “Story about love” in “500 Days Of Summer”, the journey in “The Motorcycle Diaries”, the inspirational story in “Forrest Gump” and the way how Rowan Atkinson make people laugh in “Mr. Bean’s Holiday”… Each film is an incredible story about everything: life, love, happiness, sadness, joy and even desperation. Those stories do not only offer me a chance to experience different shades of emotions, but they also provide me with precious lessons of morality and humanity.

Light Up The Night This night last year was the time when our class organised "Light Up The Night". People thought that it was just an ordinary project. However, in my opinion, it was not only a normal event, but also the most unforgetable memory of my three years in high school. Days before the night, Vy told me to take photos of my class when we were preparing for the event, and I still keep most of the photos in my phone until now. I like the lights and colors in those photographs; a sunny soft yellow on a peaceful afternoon, shinning through the window into my class; the layout and positions of my friends: Thao and Toan were sitting by the window, and next to them is the desk of Vy, Huong, Phuong and Tho. When I look at these photos, I always feel nostalgic. The nostalgia about what, I'm not sure. Maybe because the lights and everything in them are so beautiful, or the regret about a period of time that I can't turn back. The day after, Vy chose some of the photos I took the previous days to promote our project, and I was very happy about it. Finally, the Night came. On that night, there was a small shower so we felt a little cold. But when Hoa turned on the light and music, all of us seemed to be different people. We sang and danced together. It was a great night that I would never forget.