Life like that

As I huddled against the chilly late autumn wind along George Street, the only thing on my mind was to get home quickly. No, it wasn't because it was too cold, it was because I was afraid; the streets in the city were filled with too many people whom I suppose were either already drunk by midnight or simply too individualistic. At one point, a car had stopped in front of a public bus refusing to budge for reasons I don't know, but what I'm sure was I heard the bus honk many blocks away. And while some cars blared music that were too loud, others had drivers who shouted expletives at other drivers along the same street.

And that is surely not my idea of fun.

Earlier, I had an enjoyable dinner with D and S while watching Bolt dubbed in cantonese; ate a lot, laughed a lot.

And in the midst of all the fun, I couldn't help but wonder which was worse: Clad in PJs among a group of apartment hunters viewing the flat this morning or being told "Don't worry. Nobody's looking at you."

And now, while I fret about the time my mahjong-loving neighbour is going to end her game tonight, I'm grateful for everything I've experienced today for it kept me in check with the things that matter from the ones that don't.