is definitely having some fun with me. Lone bus rides home leads to whimsical fantasies and day dreams (of bikini girls running along the beach.....not really.)
I think of different people in people cities living different lives,
I ponder over how to use the least amount of money for the rest of my Canada stay,
I think of when to wake up early to call back home (feeling guilty for calling back only twice...),
I dream of how to hook up an international girlfriend (ok, this is really just daydreaming...) while here,
I wonder if the asian girl next to me speaks chinese/cantonese/french/english-only,
I wonder why some people are fat and why some people stay thin (PSYCH 101: environment or genetics?),
I wonder if there will be any happenings around my neigbourhood,
I wonder if my house got robbed already,
I cross my fingers that I will get my homework done at the end of the night,
I hope that Garry will not play his avant-garde music at night,
and I contemplate what's for dinner.
After all this, I think about how sad God is that I'm so caught up with mundane stuff instead of focusing on Him. Then I stop thinking about all those stuff. Not important anymore. =)
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