Saturday, October 23, 2004
i am starting to believe that it's not coincidence that 8 out of 10 times when i'm using the toilet, my dad has to wake up for work and use the toilet. and my mum will always (of the 8 times) say "y u everytime when papa need to use the toilet u're always bathing? y everytime pple need to use then u r using?" (direct translated from chinese) seriously, even now that i'm not staying at home, i still get those kind of situations. i didn't purposely use the toilet 5 minutes earlier knowing that my father will wake up 5 mins later for work la. i dun keep check of his waking timings what. it juz so happen that everytime i need or feel like bathing, he'll need to use the toilet about 5 minutes later.
and juz now, my dad came back from work. i thought he'd be eating dinner, but no, he was using the toilet. and i was happily skipping to the bathroom with all my shower stuff but damn, the toilet's door locked. ARGH. will someone tell me why?
so anyway, it leads me to think about waiting. we spend a huge amount of time waiting. waiting for the bus. waiting for the lecture to start. waiting for the tutorial to end. waiting to order lunch. waiting for friends who r nv punctual. waiting for a show to start. waiting for a cute guy to walk past. waiting for someone to say i love u. waiting for wounds to heal. waiting for money to drop from the sky. waiting for the traffic light. waiting for a nice song to be played on radio. waiting for old age. waiting for death. waiting for your turn at the doc's. waiting for a kidney. waiting for exams results. waiting for 4d results. waiting and waiting and waiting for a lot of other stuffs significant and insignificant.
and i've been waiting for a lot of things.
i guess that's explains my patience.
... still waiting to use the bathroom
spinning: love will come through by travis
janet at 8:51 PM
