Our trip to Wal-Mart was as pleasant as the day had its ups and downs. The Black Creek farm's view as seen along the highway close to Gunther's where they sell fresh meat from their live stocks . The farm has a greenery meadows, rich greenery pastures for their herd of dark black cows. Are they really black? Or just dark, dark brown just like the Aero chocolate I am eating while I'm typing this entry? Do they bring in the fresh milk too? Milk in BC is super fresh. I don't mind having a glass of milk everyday.
"Angus!" They are Angus! My husband told me. The best Angus beef comes from Black Creek? Uhm. Okay.Whatever.
I should have stop typing now and proceed with my readings of the novel "Op-Center." A novel by Tom Clancy and Steve Pieczenik. Ha I'm craving for a pizza for supper.Two very famous author of everything drama and action. Compelling, twisted and non-stop suspense. I myself got excited and then paused for awhile thinking, and asking from whom they usually base the plot of their novel? Do they have certain model to rely on their main story line? Or they took certain story lines from imaginations or watched, listened and observed other people and then collaborate and conspired to make a divergent storylines. Hmm...let me know.
I'm now on page 152. Everything seems written articulately without a doubt by an expert. Knowing the novel is about powerful men and women who worked for the government. Real nice.
Truly provocative. Inspiring just like Sears catalogue book that made me stare at the Inspiration front cover.
I'm not a literary genius so I praised persons who are capable of providing their gift or talent in matter of English literary composition. Their skills and expertise can make any body smarter than any leaders of the world. Thanks to the speech writers for anybody can be smarter even just for a day and a year. "Hear ye, hear ye! Lend me your ears. My Friends, Romans, and Countrymen....." A speech by Julius Caesar. A speech my classmates and I recited in front of the class. Funny. I remember looking at the ceiling of our classroom while it was my turn to recite that long speech. Crazy me. Trying not to see the face of my classmates. LOL.
Thank God I can type and write. Thank God I can communicate whether in its simplest form. At least its being understood instead of being spinned and twisted by those whose IQ has reached the sky and has committed atrocities and mass killings.
