Misc

Open blogger and stare into blank space. That is like what happens like a good nine times out of ten these days. I blog into open space from thin air. Pure alchemy.

I've been waking up at noon. 1340 hrs today, (from the very vague memory of the very blur vague innocent looking numbers on that computer screen which I read with my knees on the ground and my head elevated just high enough to read those numbers). I don't wake up in shock anymore (or with a sense of "achievement"). Usually, I would brace myself before checking the time. But it's okay, it's the expected for sleeping at unearthly hours such as 0400hrs in the morning. Culprit? Lost. Season 2 to be exact. I'm like finishing Season 2. I heard season 3,4 gets really cheesy/crappy. We'll it's another excitement, in a different manner. Well.

Tomorrow is Friday again. YF. Yes, and I believe. Everyone is like having their long weekend with Chinese New Year around the corner. And the celebration is tomorrow I believe. I don't track holidays anymore because everyday IS a holiday. Well. I'd say I should start worrying because my stash of goodies isn't here. And I crave some of them. The only tradition they should preserve is the red packets, AND the goodies. The rest can just be buried by modernization.

Random Tv showed some badminton this noon as I was having my lunch. A wave of nostalgia caught me. And I started watching so closely that I had the spoon at equidistant point between mouth and food. Priceless really. Not that I needed that inspiration. Inspiration it wasn't, but mockery. Had this feeling I would never keep to one passion for long. Then it makes me dread the future and panic. Change, isn't really always good.

Well the night is young. And 2300 hrs is my midnight stroll time.