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“Nguyệt Hạ” is no more. What’s next?


From today onwards, I won’t be using my old pen name “Nguyệt Hạ” (Under the moon) for any future posts (if there is any, really). “Nguyệt Hạ” has been my persona for quite a while. The name itself seems poetic, melancholy and mysterious. Maybe as a teenager, the romantic idea in the name appealed me. I’ve grown up and changed quite a lot for the past few years. Lots of things had happened and affected me in both good and bad ways, which somehow makes me unable to see myself in “Nguyệt Hạ”. No alter ego stays alter ego when nothing is left but the name itself.

I chose that name when I was very, very young. Now that I’m older, I think I want to stay young, which makes the name too old and too deep for me (to comprehend). In short, just no more “Nguyệt Hạ”. I think I was a pretentious kid who wanted to show off, who doesn’t when you’re… 17? Haha.

2013 was quite a year. 2014 was a blast. 2015 was extraordinary. And I think 2016 has been treating me well. I’m all about moving forward. Onwards.


I’ve been in love with New York City for a very long time. I think I spent too much time watching all 9 seasons of CSI New York (lol). That was why I chose the url nyclovers for this blog to be honest (but mostly because that time ‘nguyetha’ was taken). There’s more to the name, I think. It’s “nyclovers” not “nyclover”. I think when I typed it, I meant “lovers” who in NYC. I liked the romantic in the way it sounded in my head. I liked the dynamic in the NYC part. After all, it is the city that never sleeps. I like that. That’s more like me.

Thus, it’s me, myself and I.

It’s nyclovers.

Goodbye, Nguyệt Hạ. You will be sincerely, deeply, truly missed.

And an official warm welcome for you, nyclovers.

Oh, and the name of the blog changes too. Nguyệt Hạ stays in The Mist Palace. As for nyclovers, I think she stays in somewhere different :). I want a TARDIS, so I make this place one. Don’t worry, I still have my feet on the ground.

If you come across any Twitter, Tumblr with the name nyclovers or nyc-lovers, that’s me (except for the KPOP shit poster one, that, I swear, isn’t me, ahem). Stay connected if you like.

That’s it. Thanks for reading this rant.


Mocha 2 đường · nyclovers' blog

[M2D] And if there’s one thing I know, it’s the fine art of letting go

Ps. It’s been an awfully long time since I write. So here it goes… Oh, and I might be listening to too much Gabrielle Aplin :)

And if there’s one thing I know, it’s the fine art of letting go

You might have read way too many posts on how to let someone go or forgetting someone. That’s bullshit. Let me tell you one thing, there’s no fucking way you can completely let someone go or forget someone. You need to understand that the moment YOU decided to let someone in your life, you had unconsciously signed the agreement of letting them make you smile, hurt you or leave any kind of imprint on your mind and your heart.

Personally, I think letting someone go actually means accepting that that person is probably going to be on your mind, in your life more frequent than you think. It also means that you sometimes will get a slight heartache because that person has long moved on with their life while you feel like yours is standing still or going nowhere. Don’t worry. The moment you realise that fact yourself, you actually did move on.

In the end, letting someone go actually is all about you, not them, ever.  Letting someone go is about how you can live YOUR life without depending on their existence. After all, they are just the past.

Be happy. This is your life, are you who you want to be?

11:00 p.m., Ho Chi Minh City


NYC Lovers/Lizzie/whatever you want to call me :)

Fiction · nyclovers' blog

The best things in life are free

T/Slice of life/There is no them, just him and her.

Occasionally, I call this “Oblivious”

It has never been a bother.

She never minds his false signals and meaningless gestures since they warm her heart, for half of the time. The other half she spends on contemplating whether they mean something, or anything at all.

Gradually, it has become a bad habit she cannot break. As days go, she wants those oh-not-so-meaningful gestures more and more. She turns daydreaming into her morning exercises and into her goodnight cup of hot chocolate. Her brain never understands why she keeps thinking about those things. Probably because it’s a pleasant thing to do. At the end of the day, small talks and small gestures are the best things in life. And they are often free, so why not?

This is a fact, not speculation: his small gestures mean more to her than the fact that she is unclear about his true intentions. The funny thing is it actually feels like the game of cat and mouse in which he is the mischievous cat and she’s willingly to play the mouse. She wants him to capture her more than she ever wants him to love her. Of course she occasionally pictures him with her but it never gets serious. Her mind never wanders to that direction, truth to be told. Life’s funny that way.

In the end, she just wants a little attention while keeping the status quo of him and her being oblivious to love.

HCMC, 11/06/2015

NYC Lovers

A/N: This is the result of Ludovico Einaudi mixed with Michael Buble mixed with Gabrielle Aplin.

Fan Fiction · nyclovers' blog

[OHSHC/Oneshot/T/Fin] Glass doors, notes and several attempts to unmask Kyouya Ootori.

Title: Glass doors, notes and several attempts to unmask Kyouya Ootori.

Author: NYC Lovers

Category: Original

Disclaimer: Ouran High School Host Club by Hatori Bisco. Unfortunately I can’t own Kyouya (sigh dramatically).

Genres: Romance, Slice of Life.

Rating: T

Status: Completed.

Warning: Maybe a little OOC. I tried my best to keep Kyouya and Haruhi in character. Please tell me if I didn’t so I can improve.

A/N: Yay! I finally found some time to write a Kyouya and Haruhu oneshot (thanks God for holiday, otherwise I have to work). I have been reading too much of them recently, you can call me obsessed (sweats nervously). It was fun trying to write in this style.

Please read and review, curses are preferable.

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Chuyện nhỏ, chuyện to, chuyện tào lao, chuyện nghiêm túc. · Fiction · nyclovers' blog

Cái ô

Fiction/K/Slice of life.

Tất cả đều là hư cấu.

AN: Hôm nay đang đi đường thấy một bạn nam bung dù che cho bạn gái dễ thương quá :x

Cái ô


Không cần bàn cãi, đã là nắng Sài Gòn, thì phải là nắng vỡ đầu.

Không biết là điểm cộng hay điểm trừ, nhưng nếu không có khói bụi thì cũng không hẳn là Sài Gòn. Không xe máy nối đuôi nhau, không những “bà cô” trùm còn kín hơn cả phụ nữ Ấn Độ, thì cũng chẳng phải Sài Gòn.

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Chuyện nhỏ, chuyện to, chuyện tào lao, chuyện nghiêm túc. · Fiction · nyclovers' blog


Fiction/K/Slice of life.

Tất cả đều là hư cấu.


Đôi khi người ta tưởng năm năm là dài, nhưng thực chất nó ngắn một cách lạnh lùng. Biết Con Gái được năm năm, cứ chắc như đinh đóng cột là hiểu nhau. Vậy mà bức tường hiện thực vừa lạnh, vừa cứng. Cũng “khá” là đau. Ừ thì, có ai mà không bị tổn thương khi người mình tin tưởng nhất lại cho mình một cái “bạt tai” từ trên trời rơi xuống đâu chứ.

Thở dài.

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nyclovers' blog · Review

[Review] Has Lorde finally given up on popular music in ‘Royals’? (Reblogged)

Meaningful Music

Kiwi talent sings about what she doesn’t have, or… doesn’t want to possess.

I found Lorde not long ago. The 16–year–old Kiwi singer/songwriter kinda reminds me of Lana Del Rey by the misty tunes, but her lyrics are much much brighter in some sense. Her songs, despite sounding dark, have that indie, dazzling feels that I absolutely adore. ‘The Love Club’ EP & her debut album ‘Pure Heroine’ can’t be missed!

One thing that got my attention is the lyrics from ‘Royals’ – the single that starts it all for Lorde.

But every song’s like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin’ in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin’ the hotel room,
We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your time piece.
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.
We don’t care, we aren’t caught up in your love affair.


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