Reading is the hobby I started only merely a year ago. Something I myself couldnt believe. Now, I'm a bookworm. 2 books in a week, by reading during my 1 hr lunch break and the little time left when I reach home after work.
Just finish another Paulo Coelho book - Eleven minutes. One of the less spiritual one. But with quite a bit of sexual content. It is about a girl, exploring sexuality since young. Inspired to fulfill dreams of better opportunities, she traveled out of the small town. But only to find herself in a situation to work as a prostitute. However, her search for meaning of love, loneliness, suffering, sadness continues... She finally found the meaning to most things. It is not an easy book to read. A lot of concepts were bit too difficult to grasp. (Most of his books were of high spiritual level, but this one is a level tougher) And substantial amount of sexual description.
Coming up next, by Paulo Coelho also, The Alchemist. His best seller. Gonna have high expectations for this.
The monster of tiredness grabbed me once more. I am very very tired.
There are some thoughts I wish to pen down. Or rather things I want to give thanks to.
I've this cute idea.
My blessings come in 3s.
My 3 bestest girl friends.
My 3 bestest colleagues.
My 3 bestest church friends. (But the friendships and/or acquaintances began way before church)
Thank God for all these....