Just finished reading "Any human heart"

Starting on "Born on a Blue day". It seems a bit weird that I tend to read more during peak period of study like this. It may be one of the characteristic of my work habit: work best when I'm pressured.

Just a random talk with Xiao Zhi about the UVa. I asked her whether she knows about the university and whether she is going for the talk. And she said "My boyfriend was studying there". There was this curious indifference and a kind of fake expressionlessness as if she was trying to prevent herself from grinning. And it's confirmed my feeling when I heard her saying that. I did not feel anything but a tinge of surprise. At least I know I'm now (for this case) not be attracted to every single girl that I met.

But now I wonder: I do feel jealous when I heard Hanh said that she was in a relationship with Van. Moving on to Vy, I got a little bit of emotion, more than just indifference when I saw her relationship status. So this is how to confirm your feeling for someone? :D A theory I just made? :D :D I don't know. Hanh, Danang, Vietnam, Ba me seem so far away from me these days (It's really fucked up adding Vietnamese words in an English paragraph, how the fuck can all those shitheads do that all the time? Does it sound smarter? No fuck)

Just as a memo so that I will start writing another day: I'll write about my city

I just got an idea when I looked at some photos on fb. I realized that whenever I saw those photos of Thuan Phuoc bridge and Bach Dang street I will have this feeling of missing my days back in Vietnam, riding motorbike

The essay will start with something like: "I like the wind"

I will talk about the days when I first tried riding a motorbike. I used to feel nervous when I learnt to ride a motorbike. How I got into my first accident the second day I rode a motorbike. I will talk about my friends who got into universities and started riding motorbike. How I still like riding a motorbike

I will talk about the beach. How I felt when I stepped into the sand. How beautiful the sea looks to me after a rain. How I like being in the rain. How I like tucking out my tongue to drink that rainwater and how I still do that when I play soccer now. How I feel so free in the rain. How I like sliding in the puddles.

I will talk about Han River. How I used to walk down to the dirty bottom of the river. How I want the city to look like.

How every time I come back I want to go with my mother. How I want to hold her hand. How I want to hug her and squeeze her a little bit.

I will talk about the old Vietnamese songs that my parents sing and those that I like. I sing in the bathroom, so loud that the neighbors can hear.

I will talk about the people in Danang, how their voices are the combination of different accents. How weird my voice is. How I shout in a match.

I will talk about how I loath the Vietnamese people who talk to me in the broken Vienamese - English juxtapose. Mastering a language - not replacing one by another. My experience with studying English.

I will talk about how I want to change the city's landscape.