Crazy Thing Called Love

Yes, love is crazy. Sure it is the most beautiful thing the world and everything in and on it has ever known. It inspires a being yet may also serve as the ultimate reason of one's demise. It can make one soar the wide sky but it can also weaken one's senses to the point of complete distress.

Yes, love is crazy. It makes people crazy, too. Yet, we all still want to love. We all still crave for that excruciating pain that seems so physically in existence that we can almost feel the blood dripping down our bodies and uniting with our very own tears. 

Yes, love is crazy. But I would not exchange it for anything in this world. Crazy love. Crazy me.

Weird Stuff

I heard on the radio this morning that the hotel room where Whitney Houston's dead body was found is currently fully booked for the rest of the year. This is the weirdest thing I've heard of today. It's funny how people can be twisted to actually want to stay in a place where someone just died. Unless it is my relative or a friend, I am definitely not going to do so. Even if someone would pay me (unless it's a really huge sum, say a million or two), I am not staying in that room. I know I would not be able to stand it even for a mere 30 minutes. 

Some people are just weird.