Living in Europe - Living in Asia

Living in Europe
It's been two years since I left Europe.  When I was there, I was a totally ignorant traveller, going and contemplating without much, or well, very little, knowledge of those places.  The history of the French monuments failed me.  To me, Big Ben, Picadillus circus, Gondola were unheard of.  I simply visited places and took pictures of the moments.  I travelled without reading guides nor reviews.  I simply trusted that my dear friend (who had so much courage to travel with me the directionless and unable-to-plan-travel-to-strange-cities girl) would take me to safe and interesting places :)

I'm glad that I was like that.  Once of a lifetime.  And never again.  As innocent.  As romantic.  As trusting.  Maybe just like Europe, romantic and fancily surreal.

www.amyngoctu.multiply.com/tags/paris ~~ some travel memories.

Living in Asia
Most chaotic.  Most easily confused by the range of ideologies, types of people, cultures I'm exposed to.  Most likely to have to negotiate between different circles, or, worlds.  More so in Vietnam, China than Singapore, Hong Kong. 
Most emotionally attached to.  And yet, most depressed when I can't seem to get out of it.
Most influenced by its cultures and backgrounds.  And yet, most easily (too) to find my innermost lost in the crowd.  Hard to find shared souls.  Harder to really believe that I'm accepted by others, the whole me, not just any one single dimension of my me-image.  Most easily annoyed by unconsciously arrogant and super-ego men. 
Lots of love.