Noticed I had a fetish for placing dates as my blog post entry titles. Meh, not like it really matters. I sit here now, on a chair piled with my clothes, my fingers dancing a waltz on my keyboard. And why is that so? What has awakened the slumbering spirit?
People really do think only of themselves, don't they? As long as they're satisfied, as long as they get what they want, it hardly matters what the others think, neither does it matter what happens to others.
So, people were gambling this last night. In a hostel room. I think I might've mentioned this before, but a hostel room has 4 people staying in it. So really now, what happens when 3 out of 4 are gambling in the room, and the remaining one wants to sleep?
Well, this one person happened to be my "son", and seeing that he really wasn't going to get a good sleep in that room (no one can really sleep in a room where gambling takes place, right? With people yelling every time they lose or win.... All right I'll spare your ears from my rants about gambling today, but probably not next time), being the responsible "parent" I was, I decided to offer him a place to sleep in my room, a.k.a. my bed.
Really now, had they seen an occupant of the room wanting some sleep, couldn't they have called it a day and just dispersed? It was 3am in the morning. Now I don't really like to comment on peoples' actions, because I tend to end up flaming, which I really AM determined to avoid at all costs this time.
Letting him sleep in my bed proved to be a mistake, and a right decision at the same time. The right thing about it was, he got a place to sleep. The wrong thing was, I didn't.
But it really wasn't much of a problem for me then, as I was languishing in his bed in his place, fiddling with my DSi, a hobby I picked up recently. Until I got bored, which was... 40-50 minutes later? I decided to go back to my room and call it a night. Until I sat down and talked to Kev-Chan for a bit via MSN, I realized the pinch I was in. Yep, that's right, my bunk was occupied, and I really don't think my roommate would appreciate... you know what.
I was contemplating sleeping at my desk (well it was just going to be a 3-4 hour sleep, so it really didn't matter much, did it?). Until I remembered my 7-pound sleeping bag lying idly in my cupboard.
Retrieving it, I spread the bag, and the next problem hit me squarely in the head. I have a small room. A really small room. Positioning the bag where no one would tread on it was tough, but sleeping proved to be tougher. At first I thought I'd do what I did in Cambridge : place a book under my head and sleep off. Until I tried it, and realized that the floor in Cambridge was cruelly different from that of my room. It wasn't comfortable, and hurt real bad after some time.
Tossed and turned around in discomfort, with my rage building inside. Until I couldn't take it anymore and sat up, rummaged in my drawer for Piriton (I know it's flu medicine, but I just wanted its sedative properties),and expressed my rage via MSN. Then I lay back and awaited the effects of the medicine to kick in. Which, although it did, didn't help me go to sleep. My roommate was out gambling earlier, with them, and when he came back, I was lying on the floor idly, pretending to sleep, not really in the mood to talk to anyone.
Well really now. Out of courtesy, they said I could sleep in my son's bed. But in reality, who would sleep in that noisy hellhole of a room? I'd end up getting no sleep anyways. And the infuriating part was they were totally okay with him not sleeping in his room. Right, I'll stop here before things get out of hand. There really are stuff that I should keep to myself at times.
Wow goddamn I hate gambling. Playing cards is fine, but when it comes to money, let's just put it that way : there ARE better ways to spend that stuff. I've seen enough havoc wrought by gambling in my 19 years of life, and I'd probably see more later on, but one thing for sure, I will never be involved in it.
In a way, learning a language people don't understand does have its pros. No one knows what you're saying, when you're blatantly cursing or scolding them. I doubt they would care, but the only reason I do things is for teh lulz, which means as long as it satisfies myself, I don't care whether my actions are comprehended or not. That doesn't mean I don't care how my actions affect people though. By the way, Chinese New Year does not necessarily mean gambling. EVER.
Hive-mind successfully invoked, I leave now. Peace.
