I've been... busy.
For once in awhile, I'm not busy because of playing.
I've been busy completing daily task. Of course, I may not always finish it on time. But, I'm trying...
Been sleeping very heavily these days. I do wonder, was I that busy? I can't seem to stay awake when I feel tired. I just feel like letting loose and letting my head fall on the table or some situation like that. It's like always in a blurry state and you're not sure of your conscious mind anymore. I'm worried, like now... I already feel blurry... in front of a computer.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
2d@y
Quote of the day: Cried for a kebab
Yeah, it was the quote of the day, for yesterday. Just one kebab.
The story about a kebab.
It got me thinking about things.
Lots of things too.
It's weird... well, at least I'm thinking about something.
And now, I shall story myself a long while about this specific kebab.
It was 10 in the morning, just after we finished our class. We went to the cafeteria for lunch as we waste our time waiting for the next class to start.
There was this stall in the cafeteria and it was selling drinks, fruits, waffles and well, kebabs.
We've seen it there for awhile now and wanted to try something new to satisfy our taste buds. Off we went and ordered kebab. The stall owner said it would take awhile and we were okay with it. We had two full hours of time anyway.
And.
We waited.
And.
Waited.
And waited.
30 minutes passed and he wasn't preparing anything that signals "kebab". He was transferring the bags of ice for the fruits and drinks. We got curious but brushed it off, maybe he was just slow and sleepy?
40 minutes passed. We were looking at him, his every move as we anticipated any signs of preparing kebab, kebab, kebab. Nothing. Then there was a gleam, he was frying the chopped vegetables with meat. After the mix was fried, he put them in a bowl and started fiddling with the stove. We were wondering, isn't he suppose to prepare the wrap or something like that? Why is he cleaning the stove when he hadn't finish using it?
45 minutes. We went and asked him how long will it take him. He answered with 10 more minutes, as well as a major reason to the delay ---- he forgot to bring bread and needed to wait for someone to bring it for him.
He should have told us right?
Then again, we should have asked him why was he taking so long.
Maybe we wouldn't have to wait and make assumptions.
We waited for another 15 minutes and decided to cancel the order. At that moment when the words went out of my mouth, I felt apologetic. He was just making a living, maybe he wasn't that skilled yet? If we just cancel the order like that, it would be a waste for the mix that was prepared earlier. If we waited more patiently, would it be possible that he would finish preparing our food? We would get the chance to try something new there...
But yeah... we had class afterwards, it was a big bet to make if we waited...
In the end, we bought traditional cake from another stall and had our simple lunch.
End of short, short story.
Yeah, it was the quote of the day, for yesterday. Just one kebab.
The story about a kebab.
It got me thinking about things.
Lots of things too.
It's weird... well, at least I'm thinking about something.
And now, I shall story myself a long while about this specific kebab.
It was 10 in the morning, just after we finished our class. We went to the cafeteria for lunch as we waste our time waiting for the next class to start.
There was this stall in the cafeteria and it was selling drinks, fruits, waffles and well, kebabs.
We've seen it there for awhile now and wanted to try something new to satisfy our taste buds. Off we went and ordered kebab. The stall owner said it would take awhile and we were okay with it. We had two full hours of time anyway.
And.
We waited.
And.
Waited.
And waited.
30 minutes passed and he wasn't preparing anything that signals "kebab". He was transferring the bags of ice for the fruits and drinks. We got curious but brushed it off, maybe he was just slow and sleepy?
40 minutes passed. We were looking at him, his every move as we anticipated any signs of preparing kebab, kebab, kebab. Nothing. Then there was a gleam, he was frying the chopped vegetables with meat. After the mix was fried, he put them in a bowl and started fiddling with the stove. We were wondering, isn't he suppose to prepare the wrap or something like that? Why is he cleaning the stove when he hadn't finish using it?
45 minutes. We went and asked him how long will it take him. He answered with 10 more minutes, as well as a major reason to the delay ---- he forgot to bring bread and needed to wait for someone to bring it for him.
He should have told us right?
Then again, we should have asked him why was he taking so long.
Maybe we wouldn't have to wait and make assumptions.
We waited for another 15 minutes and decided to cancel the order. At that moment when the words went out of my mouth, I felt apologetic. He was just making a living, maybe he wasn't that skilled yet? If we just cancel the order like that, it would be a waste for the mix that was prepared earlier. If we waited more patiently, would it be possible that he would finish preparing our food? We would get the chance to try something new there...
But yeah... we had class afterwards, it was a big bet to make if we waited...
In the end, we bought traditional cake from another stall and had our simple lunch.
End of short, short story.
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