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Wait A Minute, A Little More.
Sunday, March 23, 2008, 21:53
I am actually waiting for my food, while I blog on my phone. In fact, most of my posts are written on my phone while I am waiting or on the bus.

Do you know that one third of your life is spent on waiting? Be it waiting for the traffic light to turn green, waiting for your turn in the clinic, or waiting to arrive at your destination. Even waiting for the computer to on and waiting for my blog to load on your Firefox is waiting. So, do you realise how much time is wasted?

Sometimes, I really cannot take the truth that I am actually whiling my time away. So, without my acknowledgement, I never fail to drift into my own world.

And when I say my own world, its not one that have goblins and big butterflies flying over pastures. Nor is it filled with love and not hatred. No, that's not the real world and its not my world.

As a matter of fact, my own world is just like your world, that is if you are humane and not nonsensical to dream about toadstools. Except that when my own world starts, the real world stops.

Everything comes to a standstill because nothing can affect me in my world. My mind will just start thinking about what happened moments ago or even the things that happened over lunch three days ago.

Sometimes, I would stare at the same place for the whole time. Additionally, if the thing am reminiscing about is hilarious, you can see me laughing. To explain, you would see me staring over nothing and laughing at nothing.

Therefore, I have grown to be sensitive to my surroundings and take a lookout for minor things. (It sounds like there is no direct linkage between the stoning and be sensitive. But I think there is the link. I don't care. I believe there is the link.)

I don't think its a bad thing. But I think many see it that way. At least now, I am able to understand people's actions and thinking. Trust me, because most if the predictions I made came through.

So, while I continue to think that being sensitive to helpful to me, you have learnt something more about me. By the way, I am still waiting for my food now here, not no where.






Ernest