Deeping myself in swimming pools sometimes I still haven’t been good at this kind of sport so I decided to spend this summer for swimming. Today, after swimming (well, learning to swim, if you want it to be exactly) I went to have breakfast with my friend. We talked about how our breakfast – banh cuon – was – it was much better than what I hoped but still couldn’t compare with banh cuon I had had in my hometown last time.
All streets were too crowded as usual. The sun still didn’t show his angry face, perhaps he would stay behind the cloud today. Things seemed to be so normal. My friend and I wondered where to buy some beautiful flowers to decorate our tiny place.
My neighbors were chatting. One complained about her husband didn’t show that he cared for her as often as her friends’ husbands – he didn’t often say flying words, rarely bought flowers for her…. The other didn’t agree, she thought it wasn’t important what a man showed off – it was what he usually did in daily life for their life that was matter.
Everything around here is the same as usual. If someone doesn’t surf Facebook or online newspapers, online magazines, they hardly hear about demonstrations somewhere. Even heard something, people just don’t care much, we must focus on our daily life, our daily things to do.
These days, I have a (funny?) feeling that some people are playing game and that feeling disturbs me sometimes although I don’t know what game it could be. And a real problem now: it must take pretty long time for me to swim as well as I want – I’m never good at sporting things.