Tuesday, June 27, 2006
5.19pm in the evening...
... and 11 minutes past by, I have yet to start on my blog. Haha. Just msn-ing with my colleagues at work. I was suppose to work today but received a call from my supervisor (8am plus) to inform me that my service would not be required for the day. So I had went to sleep and instead of preparing for work. Been watching soccer match (3am-6am) between the Swiss and Ulkrainian. The match lasted so long was because of the extra time and PK. In term of entertaining value I thought that the match was boring , but tactically both teams had done a great job and defended well, cancelling out each other's attack. Of cause the lack of decent attacking players in both squads did not contribute to the scoreline, which ended 0:0. Personally I would have like the Swiss to proceed to the quarter-final as they emits a sense of stability. But the lack of attacking prowess had proved costly to their world cup journey. And the PK match is disastrous to them.
Before the match (1am) I had been reading a novel by Donna Tartt titled "The Little Friend". Really a captivating book. Strongly recommended to all. After I woke up this afternoon (3pm) I continued reading it after finishing my second meal of wanton mee (first one was before I slept) bought home by my dad. Then reading a part about a cat I suddenly thought my childhood. I recalled an incident which I followed my neighbour, ying, to a nearby neighbourhood to discard a box. Inside the box were three or four kittens just been given birth by my ying's pet cat the night before. We chose a bench to laid down the box, and played with the kittens for a while. Then we tilted the box so that the kittens could get out. Before I left I cast a last glance at them, strangely, feeling no sadness but a hope that they would survive in the concrete wildeness around them. Thinking back I realised that they had not a chance to survive till the next break of the day, either starving to death, or more likely devoured by rats or crows or other cats. But that period at my old house was only the time where I felt really happy in my life, staying on the second storey of block nine, thus my favorite numbers: 2and 9.
7.01pm now. Whoa, I had spent so much time on this post. Haha. Never should have blogged and msn-ing at the same time, with the wmp running rock songs in the background.
Still, it is great to msn-ing with friends who cared about me, listening to song I like in a familiar environment, reading novel in my bedroom instead of working, and sms-ing with somebody I loved earlier. I felt a pleasant sense of peace and calmness washing over me.
What a rare day for me.
it is just sooner or later
5:19 PM
