I often feel weak about myself. Like I cannot do what I want to do, that beforehand was really looking forward to it. I feel so weird and, uhm, lost? Nah, I don't need to be rescued and told that I am greater that I thought, and that stuff. Seriously, everything that I need right this sec would be just................... a slice of cheese cake!
Maaan, I miss traveling so much. The joy of asking local people of some directions, of some inns, good food, negotiating for a good price of car rent, speed boat, and also the scuba diving package. The irresistible feeling of smelling the salty, breezy winds of the ocean; rubbing the wet dirts in the hills and roads; as well as the weariness of the last night hours of walks.
Well, you want me to be honest? I don't really fancy living and bustling here in the metropolitan. There I said it. At some point, it's good for my improvement in many things: Behave appropriately, work with ethic, do professionalism in any kind of occasion, network and expand contacts, get to update the latest of fashion trends (and sale, of course), taste any foods as varied as possible, and (unfortunately) have to breath the very, very bad air.
What I'm trying to say is I need to share this odd feeling of mine that has been lasting for few days - and keeps rolling. I can only embrace it right now, probably need some distraction and escape, while I have no idea where I must go for that.
Or perhaps, all I need is really a cheese cake, the most juicy one!