Thanking the 3rd World

Some people might not believe I'm saying this. But today, I woke up late (what's new?) and I am thankful that I came from the 3rd world. I opened the water heater, and got ready to take a bath... only to find out, no water?! Oh my God.. Asia's World City, no water for a bath!?! (without a warning? Oh My GOD, that's uncanny) at 840 in the morning, all I can do is PANIC! But thankfully, the hot water tank has managed to save up some water of its own and I managed to get a basin and a half (half coming from distilled water) and took a bath with the limited supply! Hurrah, fresh and clean! ... And this is why I'm thankful I came from the 3rd world. They wouldn't have been able to budget the water if they wanted to. ;)

bubble wrap

five minutes ago, i was sitting on the sofa looking aimlessly into the white wall as i pop the remains of bubble wrap that i have.

*pop*crackle*pop*pop*

it seemed so comforting to hear the sound of aimlessness and boredom (well, not really) while letting your mind fly to places.

i was thinking of my life, going home for Christmas and my career. nothing out of the ordinary really. what should i do? how should it go? what decisions should i make? i browse through facebook and write my opinion about something. I discover still that twitter may somehow be banned in Hong Kong (not that i care about twitter much) and I finished watching A Muppets Movie: Letters to Santa.

O, what a way to spend a Sunday..

Sigh..maybe should just go back to popping my bubble wrap.

I've no idea why it feels this way. It makes me uneasy.