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...