Currently listening to: The buzz of the people around me in the lab
I wish I am walking around in town now, preferably with company. Or, I wish I am sitting in my room now, watching a movie on TV or from my laptop connected to the TV. Or, I wish I am somewhere else now, anywhere else, doing something or anything else.
Just not here.
I was stuck here for 17 hours straight yesterday. That's enough to get anyone cranky. I know I was cranky. Maybe not cranky cranky, but the fact that I was still quite energetic after 29-38 hours of not sleeping, 11 hours of which were spent staring at the computer screen, not knowing what I was doing while my fingers typed away on the keyboard, that should tell you something.
Having said that, I couldn't wake up on time this morning, so I was late for my appointments by 30 minutes to an hour. Now, I am once again sitting here, staring at the computer screen, but at least this time, I know what I am doing as my fingers type away on the keyboard. I am blogging, if that is not already obvious to you who are reading this.
Talking about you, I wonder who you are. This thought just suddenly occured to me. It happens a lot to me, sudden occurences of thoughts, so don't be surprised if I ever ask you what may seem to be a totally random, out-of-nowhere question. I am just being me.
Anyway, as I was saying before I got distracted, I wonder who you are. You who are reading this right now. Do I know you? Do I know you really well? Or, do I know you well enough for you to be reading my blog? I know some of you. My darling friends from home. But what about the rest of you? If you don't know me, then why are you reading my blog? And if you do know me, but not very much, how did you find my blog? I don't tell people about my blog. I don't even tell them I blog. Sure I posted the URL of my blog on Friendster once, but it has been a while since I took it down. Did you get it from there? What made you want to read my blog? What made you want to continue to read my blog? Or is this only your first time reading my blog, having stumbled upon it by pure accident?
I am rambling, in case you haven't realised. Sigh...
I watched Mission Impossible 3 yesterday with some friends. It's a good movie to watch in the cinema. Lots of explosive actions. Sure there are better explosive actions in other movies, but this one's not bad. I think. At least I got to listen to weirdly-spoken Cantonese by a half-American, half-Vietnamese woman with a mixture of Polish, Irish and French blood in her, and funny-sounding Mandarin by Tom Cruise. I don't like Tom Cruise by the way. Didn't watch the movie because of him that's for sure.
After the movie, we went for a drink at this cafe/bar. It must have been our unlucky day, because the waitress serving us had really bad customer-service attitude. First off, she asked to see our ID because they are a licensed bar. I never had to do that before. Sure it is a Friday night, but in all of my 2 years going to that place, I have never even once had to show my ID. Until yesterday. Fine, we showed her our ID. We stayed for 2 hours, and I was pretty sure that they were supposed to be open for 24 hours on weekends, but she asked us to leave, saying that they are closing for the night. She didn't even do it properly, as a waitress should have done. And the worse thing was they turned up the volume of the music, which was a very obvious way of saying that they want us out of there.
So we left. And I got a ride home instead of walking for half an hour. Which is good. Except that 15 minutes later, I left the house and walked for 15 mins to the nearest McDonalds which was still open. Funny isn't it? I think so too. Not to mention that it was at a very weird hour, and weird is a very mild way of putting it. But I was hungry. And I was still cranky. So yeah I went. I pity my friend who went with me and had to walk me back after. Thank you! You know who you are. That is, if you are reading this.
