Quảng Bá night flower market - Sun under the light
What kind of writing do I like the most? Well, I'd prefer short story if I'm holding a dream, a desire that I know it could never become true. I'll write long story if I have something to tell. And a novel when I'm competent.
But the kind of writing I've done the most is journal. Typing, hand-writing, sketching in my mind... Many ways to "write" a journal. I want to make it a habit that I could never quit. It's a good wont to keep. Firstly, the journals - they remind me much of the sweet/bitter/ boring/ exciting moments in my life that I might forget. Secondly, they are bricks for me to build my literary "tower". And last but not least, I wanna share them - the noteworthy moments - with someonewhom I know that keeps reading my blog. My life is always open to you dear.
So I'm sitting at the small desk in the cozy hotel room. I love to see the city lying there below through the glass wall. Thanh Nien, the most beautiful street in Ha Noi looks like a delicate ribbon enlightened by hundreds of street lamps from here. Ha Noi is quite quiet after 10pm. It's not like the peaceful silence of Hue but the silence that keeping thousands of silently vehement voice and sound that never creep out of the thin line of rule. Ha Noi is old but young, ardent but profound, sensible but crazy... Complicated Ha Noi!
I think I myself could never live here for too long. It's not the 1st time that I've been in Ha Noi, but like always, I got the "culture shock" <...don't wanna talk about this topic, just mention to confirm my article of faith and leave it there...>
Ok, go to bed early then Nomad. Tomorrow is your bizi day. And your big day also.
