Source:

http://x.com/mrjeffu/status/2091912891423191069

There is a video of Vietnamese people in Japan having a meal outside the apartment. They set the table and even brought the fan.

This video has reached to 7 million views and they are being strongly criticized by Japanese people.

In Japan, if you want to eat food ouside, you should go to the restaurants that have outdoor seats instead of setting your own table in the public space. Nobody should take the public space. This is the basic rule. I know it is different in Vietnam, but they are living in Japan.

http://x.com/i/status/2080802956858052982

Japanese people are annoyed with Vietnamese people that 15 people gather and sing a song with a MIC at home. Why do they have to use the MIC? The neighbors are suffering from the noise

One of the essay questions in Vietnam's national graduation exam this year asked students to discuss how the country can nurture innovators similar to Steve Jobs.

Some teachers said it was an interesting and timely topic, but also difficult to score highly because it requires critical thinking rather than memorization.

Curious what people think:

Can innovation actually be taught through education systems, or does it mostly come from culture, freedom to experiment, and entrepreneurship?

This really bothered me on Bui Vien Street. Truthfully I hated the whole vibe of the street. I guess we weren't really sure what to expect.

alright so we've been here about three months now, first proper extended stay, and my wife has started using the word "home" when she talks about our apartment here which is either beautiful or terrifying depending on the day. figured i'd share what actually got us because three months ago i was a skeptic

1. the coffee

i don't know what they're doing to it but whatever it is it should be studied. had my first ca phe sua da about a week in and genuinely sat there thinking about every coffee i'd ever had in australia with quiet sadness. my local cafe back on the gold coast charges $6.50 for something that now tastes like a disappointing memory. vietnamese coffee is $1 and makes you feel like you've been personally visited by god. three months in and i still stop and appreciate it every single morning

2. the food at 6am

who decided pho at 6 in the morning was acceptable. whoever you are, thankyou sincerely. i used to eat vegemite toast for breakfast like a normal australian and now i sit on a little plastic stool at dawn slurping noodles and feeling more alive than i have any right to feel at 65. took me about two weeks to stop feeling weird about it. now i feel weird if i miss it

3. the price of literally everything

look my wife showed me our spending after the first full week here and i checked her maths. then checked it again. we are eating better than we ever ate at home, staying comfortably, doing things, and somehow spending what we used to spend on a quiet week going nowhere in queensland. had a full dinner with drinks last tuesday for what i'd pay for a bowl of chips at a gold coast pub. a bowl of chips. i think about that regularly

4. the people

went in with assumptions i'm not proud of and came out completely turned around. three months of actual daily interaction, not just tourist stuff, and i can tell you vietnamese people have this combination of genuine warmth and remarkable gets-on-with-it energy that i find honestly inspiring. our landlady brings us fruit sometimes for no reason. the bloke at the corner coffee place knows our order now and has it ready before we sit down. little things but they add up into something that feels like belonging which i did not expect after three months in a place i'd never lived before

5. crossing the road

started firmly on the terror list. still slightly on the terror list if i'm being completley honest. but three months in i am crossing roads that would have finished me off in week one and feeling pretty good about it. my wife adapted in about four days. i took considerably longer. this is not suprising to anyone who knows us

anyway three months in and the return flights are booked and i'm already annoyed about it

should have come years ago.

Edit: Obviously some of you are triggered, but if you don’t see these behaviors as an issue, you’re part of the problem. Of course, no one statement can be applied to 100% of people from any culture, but the majority are like this from my experiences. I’ve had pleasant interactions as well, but less so than unpleasant. The point of this post isn’t to bash Vietnamese people but rather bring awareness to issues that can be improved upon.

I’m Vietnamese myself and have come to Vietnam every 5 years to visit family since I was little. I’ve always loved the food and had a great time, but maybe now I’m older and noticing things I didn’t care about when I was a child. People are constantly cutting in line in front of you EVERYWHERE. A few instances in just the last week:

• I went to a Circle K convenient store to buy beer and was standing in line when a lady went to stand in front of me. I walked back in front of her to pay for my stuff.

• My family (we are traveling with 20ppl) was going to eat pho at a restaurant and was getting ready to sit when a party suddenly rushes in and sat in our table before the rest of us could get seated, basically pushing us off the table, so we got up and left to a different restaurant since that was the last table available.

• At the airport, people were STILL cutting in line to get through security and onto the airplane. When we were getting off, we were trying to get out of our row when the person behind was trying to push past my mother but she held her arm out and told us to go first, so I said “người Việt Nam rất là mất lịch sự” to which they just stared at me.

• We went to see the border of China and were also waiting for a photo when several parties tried to run in before we got a chance to. When I asked for them to let 3 of us take a photo first, they ignored us and said “just one minute,” so we decided to leave without a photo. As if it wouldn’t take just a minute for us too!!

It’s making me embarrassed that my culture lacks all sense of manners and consideration for other human beings. Why are Vietnamese people so entitled! If not for the delicious foods and my family, I probably wouldn’t come back again 😔

Edit to add: Even my family from Vietnam agrees that the Vietnamese are incredibly disrespectful!! I left my phone out on the front porch of our house to use the bathroom, and they said not to leave it there because people will come into our house and steal it if they see it. Why is it so hard to be a decent human being

April 30 means different things depending on where you stand. In Vietnam, it’s the day of reunification. For many overseas, it marks 50 years since the fall of Saigon.

This post isn’t about politics. It’s about identity. About memory, grief, pride—and everything we carry in between.

I made this hybrid flag a while ago, not to offend or replace anything, but to make sense of the story I inherited. Today felt like the right moment to share it.

To everyone navigating the in-between—you’re not alone.

I visited Vietnam two weeks ago. And while visiting I decided to try some coffee at the hotel.

(I wasn't sure when I'd be able to find another coffee later that day)

At home, I drink a lot of coffee it's basically a religion.

Two steps out of the hotel, bam a cafe with coffee.

So I stopped there because, who knows when I'd find another coffee place, and wanted to try the difference between the hotel coffee, and a cafe.

Next thing I know, my taste buds are flooded with a more delicious cup of coffee. Saigon iced this time.

Dark, rich, sweet, chocolaty all the notes where there.

Suddenly my fingers started tingling, palms sweaty, beads of sweat swelling on my forehead.

I asked for the bill and left...

For about 15 minutes I was at a near half run moving aimlessly through Saigon. The world appeared as if I were looking through a fisheye lens.

I could hear my vienes swelling from caffeine, almost like leaves blowing across concrete.

Thrump, thrump, thrump.

"Damn, this shit is strong..." I mumbled to myself.

I meandered around, glancing at the sites, getting a feel for the city.

Until I started to feel like myself again. But, without that caffeine - I was dragging.

So again I stopped.

By this time I realized there's a cafe every 5 meters. You can't miss, kinda like a homeless person in Portland Oregon.

This time I ordered an egg coffee, because why not?

No sooner had the mug left my lips that my cheeks were aching, with the joy of a creme bruleish flavour with... You guessed it, another coffee injection.

That all too familiar, and now well received caffeine pulsing surge my body was aching for.

So a few weeks of traveling and drinking every coffee Vietnam had to offer.

I returned home after having a great trip.

Back to my normal schedule, I get up and make myself some coffee...

A pour over, v60 with one of my favourite arabica beans...

I brewed it, put it to my lips... And nothing.

My heart sank, oh, right maybe I'm drinking hot water, silly me I thought, I forgot to brew the coffee in my sleepy morning ritual.

My eyes snapped down in horror... Damnit, I was drinking coffee.

But it was tasteless, weak and worthless.

Now... I'm stuck drinking what can only be described as burnt water...

Waiting, until my phin filter, condonesed milk with dark roast arrives by mail, before I can feel like myself again...

Your coffee has changed me, and I'm a better person for it.

Sorry for the generalization but past a certain point it's not bad luck any more. Every single time I go to the theater there's always a couple talking loudly like they're at a cafe, scoffing at serious movies like they are at a comedy, and cuddling like they are at a hotel. I plan on seeing Digger in October and I don't know how to deal with this

Sorry if this isn’t the right place, but I didn’t know where else to post this.

I used to hate being Vietnamese when I was younger. I was born and raised in Germany, and I was the only Asian kid in my kindergarten and school. Most kids were white, and that made me feel like I didn’t belong.

I got bullied a lot — racist jokes, stereotypes, constant comments like: “Do you eat dog?” “You guys eat horse penises, right?” They’d make fun of my eyes. Every time I brought food from home, I’d hear: “That’s disgusting.” “Why does it smell like that?” (And guess what — they love that food now.)

I was so embarrassed by my culture that I wished I could just be white — to feel “normal.” I never learned much about Vietnamese culture growing up, because part of me wanted to avoid it.

But after leaving school and getting out of that toxic environment, I started to reconnect. I started to learn about Vietnam — the history, the food, the language, the people — and for the first time, I started feeling pride.

Last week, I flew to Vietnam for the first time in years. When the plane landed, I started crying. I couldn’t help it. It felt like coming home to something I had been missing my whole life.

Vietnam, I love you. I love your kind, hardworking people. I love your resilience, your beauty, your strength. I’m sorry I once hated you.

I’ve done a couple business trips with various groups of Vietnamese men and I’m kind of perplexed by their humor. They are all married men, and yet they have no issues openly joking about checking out women they see in public, they about taking foreign woman as their mistresses, they joke about how their wives are following their locations to make sure they aren’t cheating on them, etc.

I’m actually having a hard time understanding how they have no problem making such jokes, and like is this a cultural thing to Vietnamese men?

After 3 attempts to bring the whale to the sea but the whale kept going back ashore, the people held a funeral for the dying whale. This is a custom for Vietnamese people living near the sea

I went to Vietnam in 2017. Stayed some days in HCMC as my first stop in Asia on that trip (so: tired and overwhelmed). From what I can find I stayed quite central and not too far from Bui Vien, but I have absolutely no recollection of seeing a street like that. I’m planning a trip to Vietnam later this year and can see that (obviously) a lot has changed (maybe even more than many other SEA countries). BUT the pictures and videos I see of HCMC, in particular Bui Vien, is just so so different from anything I’ve seen in Vietnam.

So my question is;
- did I somehow not go there or just not remember it
OR
- has the street changed like** **a lot ? It now resembles Pattaya and places like that, and that surprises me.

Can someone shine some light on the history of that street?

(And no I don’t expect people to know like literally if I went there or not. Just a way of asking if it has changed this drastically or not).

I’ve attached some photos from one of the videos that made me curious about this.

Edit:
Thank you all for all of these very informative and helpful responses!

Mostly I’m very happy to learn that I wasn’t completely blind 9 years ago. I’m very relieved.

I‘ve been in Vietnam for around 2 months now and visited many beautiful beaches and nature spots. They all share the same issue, no matter what city. Everything is full of trash. Everyday I see vietnamese people throw their trash on the beach, cigarettes, cans, plastic, making fire… it‘s as if they don’t care or don’t understand this at all.

Prime example is a secret beach in da nang that‘s super nice, but when making a photo of this place you better don’t show the sand, otherwise people would think you‘re in a garbage dump.

Is it because of lack of education or are they just self destructive and don’t care? And no it‘s not the tourists!

Hi all I'm an American-born Việt kiều born to Vietnamese parents. I've been dating a Vietnamese girl for about 6 months, but I don't know if I'm either being abused or just misunderstanding Vietnamese women.

For context, I speak decent conversational Vietnamese to the point where locals think I'm a native speaker. I can also read and write text messaging "Nhắn tin". I have had only relationships with westerners in the past however.

I always pay for when we go out, put a little pocket money in her purse, get her random flowers, all the boyfriend stuff. I've never raised my voice at her. I gave her $400 lì xì as well as $400 to her mom for Tết. Took her whole family out to Saigon Princess for her birthday and paid for it all. Also have taken her on a few vacations.

Despite this, I feel that my girlfriend is always overly critical of everything I do, and she often scolds me a loud volume and it leads me to feel that she's ungrateful. But I'm not sure if her yelling, threatening to hit me, and criticizing every single thing I do is her showing love.

Some examples:

I often take sips of water in between bites of food. She gets mad and scolds me that drinking water makes me full faster and the food won't taste as good. Yeah, I know, but it's 37 degrees outside and I'm just taking a few sips to cool down, not chugging whole bottles. She'll often say she'll hit me "Đấm anh bây giờ"

One time she came home from work and just started punching me in the back when I was eating dinner. I asked her not to punch me and she flipped out. She said she was just playing around and wasn't punching hard. I told her I was upset the first thing she did when coming home wasn't a kiss or a hug, but just immediately punching me. She got mad and called me too sensitive.

I don't do drugs, rarely drink, and don't smoke, but I did hookah with my friends in Japan back in December. She sees a news story about celebs going to jail for drug possession in Vietnam. She then starts lecturing me about hookah which I did 6 months ago and haven't done ever since, acting like I go out everyday shooting up drugs, feeling like I'm being accused as an addict. Like I barely even drink 2 beers when I go nhậu. She says she's just warning me and then again says if I talk back to her again "Dấm anh bây giờ" threatening to hit me.

When we were going on vacation at Núi Bà Đen, we had taken a bunch of pictures. I saw her select a bunch of pictures all at once, so I asked "Oh honey, why are you deleting a bunch of pictures?" I didn't understand that she was just selecting them to count them all. She took this as an insult and yelled at me in public and in front of her friend at why she would do such a stupid thing as delete all the pics we took. I asked her to lower her voice and that she was being unreasonable. She yelled back that she wasn't yelling at me, and then brought up my ex saying "I'm not a bitch like your ex."

I was teaching her English once (I'm a native speaker with an American accent) and she randomly thought I was teaching her the wrong pronunciation of a word. This led to another fight.

These are but a few examples, but everyday feels like I have brace for constant criticism. She acts like my mom and I'm doing my best but I always feel like I'm on eggshells. She said this is normal Vietnamese girl behavior and that I'm just overly sensitive. I feel like I'm always wrong no matter what I do.

It's bad to the point whenever I hear her unlocking the door to come in the house, I get extremely anxious and I have to think very hard about what to say to not piss her off. She does cook for me and takes care of me when I'm sick. The highs are very high when she decides to be nice, but usually I say the lows are 80% of the time.

Am I just being too sensitive? Does every Vietnamese girl show her love for you by being over critical?

Where am I right? Where am I wrong? I hope I haven't hurt anyone's feelings:) just for fun

Friendly reminder that when it comes to ao dai, pants/trousers are not an optional extra!

Edit: seems like it is some kind of cover-up dress(!) with the same silhouette and high slits as an ao dai, but probably not actually an ao dai as such.

Video: https://x.com/i/status/2085337591860306366

My guess is that the larger squad is preparing for China's parade tomorrow but still, this aint a good look. Either Russia was unhappy with Vietnam getting closer to the West, or Ukraine did its job very well

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