Today/Tomorrow

I wanted to find something amazing on the streets in Dalat but failed.

I can't pretend I was excited about anything different even there are more Christmas trees and decorations sold on the shops this year and they already decorated a street more colorful.

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A tour guide tried to introduce me to a man from Australia after the man took his tour package. After two or three sentences, he lowed his head to continue his guide book. I haven't had a chance to tell him my name after he told me his. Like there were two Americans playing the cards all the time. We smiled to each other unless a cat ran to one woman's leg and even played to the cards.

I do sometimes focus on my books too much and didn't notice who were around me as well.

The Beauty of Recycled Papers

A pile of papers on my hand with one page printed were looked so old and useless. It seemed that anyone has good reason and drive to throw them away without others' negative comments. I thought of them sometimes and I used them to print a report tonight. Compared to use brand new print papers, I needed to clean out the staples one by one and sort the unprint sides. It took me more time. I felt they were much more dirty and old, but suddenly I was gratiful for them, just for their existence regardless their looking, in which were filled with the content I didn't need and even enjoy. Then I was more patient and slow down a bit. They contributed to our company, to us, no matter what we treated them and didn't have any complants, just like our body our life. We have consumed them and still have complained why they become older and lose the charm as before.

They are not shining any more, unless we look at them in the other way...

A Shining Passion

On the road, I thought of my current expression in writting pieces lacking of passion, one important message I should deliver. To the things and to the people...are the same. I am excited for my plans so up to a kind of state of anxiety. I live in a world for my own; I am surrounded by every second and every detail in the Process. It's simple but also complicated to achieve the goal: organised, deep understanding, and practical. In fact, it's not so dreamy and cheers at all. However, the texture and the colours are designed by myself under environmental factors so that I feel calm and good in this aspect.

This morning, I browsed randomly a book I have keep reading and suddenly I was moved. It's a passage about the analysis of how a sign in a foreign airport made the author feel exotic from the historical and artistic views. If there are someone I want to follow, the person would be him now. It's interesting that I ignore so many things but the book reminded me to find something new. He is such an excellent tour guide in thinking yet he has written in such a plain and comprehensive language.

When passion can last longer without impulse, it's on the way to be shining.

An Outsider's Distant Sympathy

It's a very sloped stone stairs. A middle aged man walked very slowly. First step was a walking aid to the lower stair, and then a week leg followed. Even there were only about fifteen stairs, it took him quite a long time. I watched him for a distance so that he didn't notice me. Suddenly, a young girl ran quickly next to him, I felt nervous and worried that if she bumped into him, in the second they were closed. Fortunately, he didn't fall. Obviously, the girl's perception was different from mine.

In fact, I had thought thatI should do him a favor but I didn't. I thought he must experience the same difficulty everyday. For me, the importance seems that I wanted to know if he was independent enough to overcome than I rushed to help him. One motocycle came in front of there. Finally he walked down to the street after the long way. The whole body and the legs were looked very heavy to go across the back seat of the motocycle by himself. At that time, I just stood and watched until they were leaving.

Most of time, there are seem a clear line to distinguish those Vietnamese local people as foreigners and ourselves like an outsider. Why this scene occupied my mind and got rid of these differences? In this case, the person didn't want anything from me, and I didn't really give him anything. It's a real drama on the steet. Of course, I may choose to interact with him and it would be my favorite way. However, this time, I just chose to be an outsider and saw a person did his best to achive a goal regardless his physical inconvenience. I felt sympathy for him.

Everyday, there are many dramas unfolded before us. What do we respond? And do we really know why?

On the Road

Keep walking, walking, walking... oh yeah, that's what I wanted...
Nothing about working in my mind!

Passed those crowd---men dress no style, young women wear high heel shoes, old woman in Vietnamese traditional hat and those annoying bikes. On the right hand is a banana shop, one cute banana sign on the shop. On the left hand is a fashion shop, very similar with a Taiwanese brand.....The road was leading a path where is suitable for taking a walk, taking a walk and didn't think so many things in such a busy life.

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The busy life decays many details and push the action quicker and quicker.
I tried to make things neat and not so satisfactory.
Even in the free time, I found I should slow down but I didn't.
I'm getting used of the quick mode, even much quicker than Taiwanese life!
Too many working and personal plans are going on together. Sometimes I also have to work at night, so tired!