The Proverbs of Solomon.

What is the world without evil? What is a plot without a villian?
I am reading Proverbs and some how there are those verses that stick out. That keep my head in an equilibrium. They don't dash hope neither do they raise onto exhilaration. No, they just encourage the path of the righteous. And if not, they persuade one therein.
Today I read this, Hope deferred maketh the heart sick:but when desire cometh, it is a tree of life. And this, In the fear of the Lord is strong confidence: and his children shall have a place of refuge. The fear of the Lord is a fountain of life, to depart from the snares of death. And this, Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful; and the end of that mirth is heaviness. And this, A wholesome tongue is a tree of life: but perverseness therein is a breach in the spirit. So many others, it would just go on and on. I love to read Proverbs.

Coming back form a hiest.

Finally, I am back. Not that I am really happy because I love Cameron. There is something really tranquil about it. It is not exactly exciting or unruly. What do I do there. See, maybe nothing interesting at all. But that is just how it is so assuming. Never expecting more. But it does not get boring. Maybe it is because we have been there since I was born, nay, since I was in the womb.
Quite fun when we were traveling back too. Th car forming shawdows through the Malaysian highway. I was entertained in a very causual way. Felt dreamy. Passing through the small malaysians towns, stopping at the Jejantas... for Tandas breaks. Hmmm.. funny things can happen when you can't read malay. and even when you are too dreamy.
Aanyhow. when I came back, it was so hooot and humid!!! Goodness gracious! Last night though, it rain. It really rain cats and dogs. The sky was bloodshot and the wind ghastly even while I was watching tv in the night. When I went out and walk on the corridor, the wind blew the rain in my face. Suddenly the night seem really cool, the rearth ewas soaked and the trees swaing away drenched tot he roots. Imagine the smell!! The feeling was estatic. The raindrops were inspiration and comfort to sore heat. The wind blew carefree.. lifting me up momentarily.
It was really strong. Everything was covered in the night's mist so distinctly. Streetlights were hitting onto the tiny drops of water falling from heaven and pelting on the solid earthy roads And it seems like in that time of the day I was so happy I was prvileage to be up to just sink in with the feeling. Amazing.
Currently I am reading Alexis. I really like him. I think he just drives language with a flare of poetry. The substance and readibility is compactly framed. When I read I feel that he enjoyed writing it.