A moment of madness.

"When we drank too much beer

Lost our fear
Our defenses were down
You got up tried your luck
Bought a dubious round
It can be hard to resist
It’s a moment of madness"
Valse melody seems to bring me to somewhere in the middle of France. Thanks Katie Melua for her touching voice, her un-resistible beauty and her fabulous songs. During a night like tonight, I just want to sit alone, drink a cup of coffee, help myself a piece of strawberry cheese cake or oat-meal raisin cookies, swing and hum along those songs, then imagine I would be flying to Paris, to Venice, to Vienna, to Barcelona... fly around the world. 
Yeah, now it is my real moment of madness. I go around to find undescribable feelings. 
I woke up in the best mood ever. 
I always get crazy about all wedding stuffs. I love to see the others submerge into happiness, love to see the girl in white dress with her seductive smile. 

I made my Tumblr more amazing than ever by posting many many photos, pained my nails red, and felt like pressing F5 to myself. 

I picked up a phone from my dear friend, received a message from someone I could not define, spent many hours concentrating 100% in my assignments. (Even though they are not completed yet, but long time I haven't had that feeling when I do the best of mine)
I have been thinking of a tattoo on my neck, or thigh. Wherever! Just want to mark on my body. 
And I have wasted some time waiting for someone or something to happen. By the way, waiting is not totally negative. 
And missing is not negative as well. 

"This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been 
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen"The first storm has attacked Saigon. 
I love the way we call that city "Saigon" but not "Ho Chi Minh" city. I love to walk through the alleys, love to tramp the streets until midnight, love to get wet by driving my motobike under the rain even though I had rain coat. I love to have a date with the man I fall in love with, hand in hand and keep walking as the night lasts forever. I love to sit at city post office to see many people send letter to their beloved. I love to make rambling conversations with my dear friends about hope, dream, past, future, plan, love and life. I love my life in that way _in which I used to be. 

(This photo was taken 2 months before I left VN.)