Fluent Thoughts

I have this friend and I promised her that I will not mention who she is (Hint: she is Ra-1). This friend of mine has Food Phobia, but only from the sweet, gentle, and harmless food. She gets terrified when seeing something green in her plate. All of her orders are deducted ones. Once I was eating a Fig, and when she saw it in my hand her face features started to change, well to be honest I started to play wicked with her and torn it in half slowly showing her its violet seeds. “How could you eat this thing?” she said, “Like this” putting it in my mouth and chewing it.

I usually have for Dinner what my family had for lunch. When I arrived home yesterday and had my dinner, my mom was out, she called to ask me if I had my dinner or not, well she does that all the time but the strange thing was when I told her yes she said “Was it good? did you like it?”. “Yes, why? did you cook it?” I said. “No, I just want to know if you liked it”. To be honest I didn’t care, to me it was food that I have to eat at that time but I told her “yes I did”. When she arrived she told me that the cook added sugar instead of salt in it and that they all didn’t eat it. (No comments on that please)

Boodi is the strangest kid according to Ra-1’s Ops I mean my friend’s food taste. Boodi must have his green salad dish at 5:00 pm and adds to it Olive oil. He likes eating vegetables and fruits.

Since leaving my planet years ago, I have been thinking of how to acclimate in this planet called Earth. My lungs wasn’t well functioned to the lack of pure air in this planet, I had to seek for it under water from time to time to balance the Oxygen in my body.

Winter is coming soon; it would be too cold to swim during it. Instead I went back to my planet, it has been long since I last came here, my house is dusty and needs to be cleaned and tidied again.

I may not go there again. You can always find me here.

I have this odd drift of dividing my books to atmospheres and seasons. I would divide them to winter, summer, beach house, waiting and before bed books. I do that to match each book to the mood I think I would be in at that place or time. Some books for example are so full of emotions that would be beautiful to read in the early morning hours at the beach house, and some are easy to understand without complete concentration that would be good to read while waiting.

A book that I have got weeks ago is a January book, at the beach house, in a weekend, at 5:00 am, covered with a wool blanket, drinking hot mocha and choosing a character to be me.

Although I don’t like winter, I really can’t wait to start reading this book.

A Person is a vintage of many elements as religion, culture, family, tradition, school, wealth and many others. Those factors made each one of us different than the other in many ways.

The definition of perfection or the term of a perfect person differs from one to another. So I will write what I believe is a perfect person.

The highest scores in anything is not perfection to me. To me it’s the lower plausible score that makes a person perfect. Highest scores means that there will be nothing to work for in the future and nothing to dream of achieving.

The “no mistakes” person is never perfect to me. To me mistakes and some not major sins make a person perfect. Mistakes make them have things in life to fix and experience to learn from.

Perfection to me is to be not perfect.

* The picture is a perfect scene that is made of sewage water.