I wouldn't say that time has flown because it some hours really seem to have passed real slowly. Probably, it is because I had missed out some of the crucial elements that would make me grow up, or that I had been over-protected. I still cannot believe that I am already so old, not until I look back at secondary school life and realise that it has been close to three years since I graduated from it. Three years don't mean much in words, but if you translate it to the things you are entitled to do, it is a whole world of difference. Some of the most significant ones that most teenagers would yearn for while 15 year old would be the driving licence, the passport to go into M18 screenings and the green light to buy alcoholic drinks and cigarattes. Is it that only when one experiences all the things that cannot be experienced legally by a 17 year-old that one starts to feel older?

Forgive the long paragraph. I'm probably not thinking right right now, having not stayed up till so early in the morning for a long time, less the night duties. Today (or you might want to call it yesterday), has been quite a good day. Sleeping in till noon after a late night and having a rather rare brunch, followed by a dinner, which although wasn't really good, was better than leftovers from the week and supper. Despite all the food that I had (which were the only thing I have mentioned other than sleep), and a hot dog from Ikea, I am still craving for some prata with miced beef in pasta sauce. Weird combination, but I think it will taste real delicious. Imagine an egg prata with minced beef oozing out from the sides. My stomach is beginning to rumble. It must be the jumbo dog with beef sauce I had at the botanic gardens last Sunday that made me crave for all the beef with pasta sauce. It didn't come cheap by the way.

I cannot imagine that the whole of my Sunday will be spent in somewhere where there is no fun at all. Hopefully I can get a ride out at night. My last experience walking out was not really pleasant, not to mention that of trying to get out of that place with the lightning striking every minute or so, with no place to run for shelter but the exposed bus stop in the middle of the barren land. So much for Sunday duties.

Sometimes, I wonder if I should even bother to be so bothered about the things going around me. It does not really make me feel happy unless I get the desired results. At times, some things go wrong during the process, and I as usual, get uptight about it, and the result may not be the desired one. It is quite a waste of energy and emotion getting upset over something that would not really matter after it had passed. Somehow, I will always feel so involved in those stuff. Would it be better then to be a person who does not give a damn about everything? Life would be so much more carefree, and the job and burden of caring for all those stuff would be passed on to someone else.

I've spent nearly an hour working on this post (excluding the time I spent talking) and it's already five to three. Amazing. I never thought I would be one of those who are awake and active at such an hour.

I hope for good food for lunch and dinner tomorrow.