There are lots of words that I love, especially miracles. Don’t ever ever stray in believing Allah’s grace.
Today is a rather an emotional day. Even the beautiful day and the shining sun can’t make up the weird feelings bottle up in my mind. Perhaps I’ve eaten too much, thus destroying some neurons in my brains. Or perhaps I’ve slept too much, causing another precious neurons dead. Yeah, I never learn my lessons – don’t over eat, and don’t over sleep.
Yesterday when I was doing my dishes, my new flat mate, Alex was cooking a wild rabbit. Imagine, wild rabbit! Sound real tasty, unfortunately I cant eat it. so..*thinking*..I should catch some wild rabbit and perform the slaughter by myself to be able to eat it, right?
Anyway, he was asking me about the economics crisis, since he assumed I have the authority of giving opinions about it, what he didn’t know is, I couldn’t care less about the heated topic. But as to humour him, I give my two-cents opinion, which I believed didn’t make any sense to him. There are lots of theories and speculations why there is an economics depression. I shudder to go there, I won’t go there. Because my dears, I don’t trust any of the bullshit theories. Because, deep down in the researchers’ hearts, they know they can’t know for sure too. Believe me.
And then, I told him my dream to go to
How could I explain to him? And how could I explain myself?
But the words stuck me for days - strange desires. It completely throws me out of my senses. Strange desires are normally used to describe a really2 bizarre desire, and in my interpretation, such as gays, lesbians, transsexuals, wars – anything abnormal.
But going to
(Yeah, my old writing, I wonder, will I be able to write like this ever again?)