Weird questions of late..
Locksley asked me yesterday if I ever slept. He observed that I had time to work, study, play games, read books and what not; I’m always online when he logs on and still online when I logged off. When he asked how many hours I sleep, I confessed that I only sleep 5 thereabouts each day. As he explained how an average human being needs 7-9 hours, I begin to ponder if I really am sleeping too little. The fact of the matter is I do feel tired at the end of the day but at least I know I’m trying to live my life to the fullest.
Some people goes to work or school and after that retire home, only to repeat the same process the next day. For the month or so since I’ve started working, I’ve managed to continue going out after work, catching up with friends, heading back to school to help with stuff, hanging out with Jo. People who think I’m inexhaustible will have Jo tell them otherwise, hah. I’ve not felt so alive since the last year’s Orientation Week where I probably had less than 20 hrs of sleep (less than 3 ave per day). I can’t explain the feeling but it’s the feeling of being on the move, never stopping idle, the feeling of being alive.
Now the important question is if everyone of us only has a fixed number of waking hour and the more we spend awake each day, the faster we live through our lives.
Jo asked me if club was owing me a lot of money. The truth is, no really. I did spend quite a bit buying stuff to bring down for the folks camping in school for float building and dance but that’s money I’m already prepared to lose (though I did pass receipt to JQ to claim :p) . The thing is since I’m unable to be down to support physically this year, I’ve decided to support morally and monetarily by making sure the folks are as comfortable as I can provide.
FOP is finally over. I wasn’t as active this year but glad we managed to touch at least 2 more lives and brought them into the TTB family. Which reminds me of this pic:
I don’t think I’m very coherent today but that’s what random raving and ranting is about isn’t it?