Hahaha.

I didn’t mean to write about the root of my “rebellion against punctuality” yesterday. I guess one word just let to another, and there you have it, a semi-confession from a chronic latecomer (although I’ve just recently met some really hard-core latecomers that are putting me to shame, but that’s an entirely different story. Hehe).

Well, yesterday I was awake by 6:45, pretty early for me these days (I used to wake up at 6 am during my college days, several lifetimes ago. I was still late for duty even then, usually coming in at 7 or 7:10 when we were expected to be at the hospital by 6:45 in complete duty uniform at that).

Anyway, back to my story. I was awake by 6:45 yesterday but decided to get up around 7:05. First I heated water for my morning tea, then took a shower. When I was dressed, I sat at my white plastic round table and sipped my jasmine tea (Xiamen brand). I was idly staring into space (my favorite morning activity) when some shadowy movements at the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was my neighbors, from the room directly across mine. They were just starting to wake up and were doing their morning activities. I couldn’t see them, but they cast really sharp shadows their window blinds. I could almost see their every move. I just watched, observing them hald-indiffirently for some time.

Then I realized something. If I can observe my neighbors this well, can’t my neighbors observe my daily activities too?

Scary thought.

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