The fate is in the hands of God. Often I think of this sentence. It seems there is a truth too. But if this is the fate outlined by God I do not know maybe more precisely this is the temptation of the devil.
Such as this morning when in the bus headed to the office I sat on next to a beautiful girl with a headscarf with a height of 150 cm, age about 27 years old, very small and white (plasticity of facial skin and palm of his hand). At first I do not care because my hobby to sleep on the bus is very strong but the hobby vanished instantly when the veiled girl next to me pulled up her handbag to pick up her ringing hp. A pair of plump thighs stamped out of the long, tight, navy blue skirt she wore. The scenery was so interesting that it aroused my taste to rise. I then sought out how to lure a conversation and search for information .
It seems already natural when we kepepet often no idea yg yg out.At that time after he finished calling suddenly mouthk "Wachhh ... his hobby is the same yach!" For a moment he looked at me confused, maybe thinks this guy is very familiar sich sich. "What is a hobby?" he asked. "That nitip absent", I replied and he chuckled. "Just know you. The base of the eavesdropper ", he replied. Finally the conversation rolled.