hanoi chronicles...
my time | 4:50pm wednesday evening
your time | 2:50am wednesday morning
i could write pages and pages on Hanoi. but doing that would just lead to nonsensical analysis and definitions that would ultimately devalue the quality of my time spent here.
in short, i get my share of about four 30cent bowls of the best-tasting Pho everyday, see amazing plays in the city’s theatre district, frequent jazz clubs that’ve rekindled a determination to use the keyboard the way it was meant to be used (percussive), met the music industry’s elite (and better yet, earned their respect with my demo), met my all-time favorite performer (the vietnamese equivalent of, say, ella fitzgerald, only younger) and chatted jazz and melodic stylings, clubbed with the cousins complete with Cognac so sweet the music actually started sounding decent (and my body movements leaned to the uninhibited), shoved in a few books here and there (besides summer reading, which i’ve somewhat finished).
this trip could’ve been annoying, but i was the one who surrendered, who compromised. then, did the opportunities, the invaluable experiences come gushing in. so i admit, i love the arts. i won’t give a fuck if that deems me as feminine anymore, or if no one quite understands. it’s just my ballpark, its what i’m lucky enough to be able to do, no longer a curse. play your counter strike, and i'll play my diana krall. watch your smallville, and i'll read my duong thu huong. (though sometimes i might join you in watching some WB)
i try and learn more along the way. for now, i'm packin my bags. closin the cover on this moment of sheer self-realization, of trying to respect myself a little more. tomorrow, its soaring above the seas once again.
in life, compromise...
Some days I want to temporarily erase other people's experiences, reach inside their synapse and remove pieces of the past, so they could look around for just 2 minutes without that baggage and say "Shit, maybe the whole world ISN'T like that. Maybe the rest of life is a little different than what I saw."
just 2 minutes of revelation is all I ask of the world...
-alittlehonesty
your time | 2:50am wednesday morning
i could write pages and pages on Hanoi. but doing that would just lead to nonsensical analysis and definitions that would ultimately devalue the quality of my time spent here.
in short, i get my share of about four 30cent bowls of the best-tasting Pho everyday, see amazing plays in the city’s theatre district, frequent jazz clubs that’ve rekindled a determination to use the keyboard the way it was meant to be used (percussive), met the music industry’s elite (and better yet, earned their respect with my demo), met my all-time favorite performer (the vietnamese equivalent of, say, ella fitzgerald, only younger) and chatted jazz and melodic stylings, clubbed with the cousins complete with Cognac so sweet the music actually started sounding decent (and my body movements leaned to the uninhibited), shoved in a few books here and there (besides summer reading, which i’ve somewhat finished).
this trip could’ve been annoying, but i was the one who surrendered, who compromised. then, did the opportunities, the invaluable experiences come gushing in. so i admit, i love the arts. i won’t give a fuck if that deems me as feminine anymore, or if no one quite understands. it’s just my ballpark, its what i’m lucky enough to be able to do, no longer a curse. play your counter strike, and i'll play my diana krall. watch your smallville, and i'll read my duong thu huong. (though sometimes i might join you in watching some WB)
i try and learn more along the way. for now, i'm packin my bags. closin the cover on this moment of sheer self-realization, of trying to respect myself a little more. tomorrow, its soaring above the seas once again.
in life, compromise...
Some days I want to temporarily erase other people's experiences, reach inside their synapse and remove pieces of the past, so they could look around for just 2 minutes without that baggage and say "Shit, maybe the whole world ISN'T like that. Maybe the rest of life is a little different than what I saw."
just 2 minutes of revelation is all I ask of the world...
-alittlehonesty