Don't Waste Your Life

Life's a journey - don't forget to unpack.

Where it all meets

Perhaps then, it is at the cross of Christ that we find what we crave for most deeply in this world. Love and sacrifice, justice and mercy, faithfulness and grace. It is at the cross of Christ that all these meet, and if we dig deep enough into the core of our being, we will find that these are the things we will live and die for. - Me

To you, my reader. :)

There, look on me, so that you may not praise me beyond what I am; there, believe me, not others, about myself; there, attend to me and see what I have been in myself, through myself. - St Augustine

Neighbours Part 2: The Auntie Outside the Window

As of now, I have lived in my Bishan flat for just about 6 months already. I like my room, although one thing about it is I live next to the common corridor. Which is why I pull down the blinds of my windows when I go to sleep at night. Unless I want my neighbours to see me in my unconscious drooling state, shirtless and all. Which is why my noisy neighbours can wake me up in the mornings at 630am. Those are the neighbours on my left. On my right, there is another auntie who lives with a few of her grown sons.

This is the view out of my window. Nice view.


So every morning, at about 1030am, auntie-from-the-right (let's call her AFTR from now on) would walk past my window. Like that:


By 1030am, I am usually already up. I am also usually sitting at my laptop facing the window. Usually also topless. Sorry, AFTR. Credit to her, when she walks past, she has never been tempted to look in and see my naked body. She always looks straight at the floor. I'm sure the temptation must be really very hard to resist. (Liren, you're going bonkers) She doesn't look in either when she comes back about half an hour later, and I'm usually still sitting at my computer topless unless Mavis is in the house. You'd think the floor of the corridor outside my window must have some nice decorations or murals or something to warrant AFTR's undivided attention.

I've always wondered why she goes out at that time every single morning. It's too late to be going to the market, too late to be buying breakfast too. And she usually comes back after about half an hour too. What does she do in this half hour? Can't she consolidate the stuff together so that she can make one long trip instead of many short ones? Hmm.

Today, I found out the answer. I happened to be at the window when AFTR walked past. I found out that, in actual fact, AFTR is bringing a little girl to school every morning at that time, but I've never ever seen the little girl because she is TOO SHORT. She is BELOW THE HEIGHT OF MY WINDOW.


And so for 6 months, I had thought AFTR goes out alone every morning, when actually the little girl is walking in front of her, skipping and jumping to school. I think she'd get free rides on the MRT.. she meets the height requirements.

And so, the mystery of the passing AFTR has been solved.

Now to settle the noisy neighbours from the left...

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