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Hush, The World’s Watching You.

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Every morning, I put on the jug kettle to boil some water for coffee.  Normally, there will be plenty of water left sitting in the jug after I’ve made my portion of magic potion.  Most of the time I’d throw the water away the next morning and boil a fresh round.  After all, I prefer drinking distilled water from the dispensing machine.  The funny thing is, nowadays the jug kettle is empty every morning.  I don’t think evaporation happens that fast in a closed container either.  Another weird thing is that each time I leave my dirty cup on the sink to be soaked, it’s cleaned the next time I check on it.  Every. Single. Time.

I’m more amused than freaked out, really.  And I really don’t mind the fact that someone’s drinking water which would have gone to waste.  I live with 10 other people in the house, and I barely know their names.  It’s the Ramadan month and that makes it harder due to the time differences at this time of the year.

Today, the same thing happened, no surprise there.  I looked around and saw a moth sitting still on the wall.  Grinning to myself, I wondered if the moth saw who finished my water, and who cleaned my cup for me.  Maybe it was the same person, I don’t know.

And maybe I didn’t want to know, either.  I’ve been so busy and stressed out with school lately that I find this mysterious routine rather comforting every morning.  The unusual became something usual, like a checkpoint in a fast-paced video game.

Truth is, I’ve been aging since the day I came back to campus.  Being in my final year, undertaking new responsibilities, and dealing with all the changes in the people and environment around me –  I had to swallow my pride, move on, learn, teach, adapt and grow all at the same time.  I’ve never felt more overwhelmed with the sudden surge of new faces around me, and yet, sometimes I’ve never felt more alone.

I spoke about the Spot a couple days ago and I haven’t had a chance to spend time in mine for a while now.   I miss the days when I could just hop on a bus and head downtown for a cup of good coffee.  Or wake up really early just to catch sunrise and watch the water sprinklers come to life.

I miss watching the world spin on its own, because now the world’s watching me instead.  I’m not kidding.  The world has the most intruding pair of eyes I’ve ever seen.

Later on in the evening as I was coming out of my room, I saw someone pouring the water from my jug kettle into her bottle.  And proceeded to wash my cup.

I smiled.  For two minutes I saw the world spinning again, and I had nothing to do with it.

And it felt good. =)

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