A weird being, yours-not-so-truly is.

It's weird how I can feel immense dislike towards someone very close and revert to loving them dearly, all in the space of few short minutes.

It's weird how I can give the best advice to some troubled friend, how I can listen to everything that friend has to say without any objection and how I find myself lost when I need advice, or want someone close to listen to me.

It's weird how I look forward to Ramadan, then waste the greater part of it and feel overcome with regret in the last five days.

It's weird how my feverish excitement can completely eveaporate and leave no trace of itself behind due to one measly little event.

It's weird how I can't think of any more weird things I do now, and how I was bursting with them few minutes ago.

It's weird how I'm thinking I'll complete this list awhile later, when I very well know I will not.

Oh well. I have to concede to the fact that I've run out of weird things, so I'll have to end the post.

Tata.