Ahhhhh me and my lateness, what a disaster I am.
It even was more difficult than usual to find a taxi today.
I'm starving and I open a sweet "mooncake" pie packet that i preserved from the festival and give the a pie a bite, but then I hear the thunder sound of a Ferrari, the bolid passes by and the taxi driver doesn't even turn his head.. It's a massive 458 testarossa and nobody turns heads. This is Beijing! So many luxury cars that one stops to notice.
When I first started dating my boyfriend he was wearing diamonds everyday and he drove 4 different luxury cars: a Mercedes Benz (most expensive model available), a BMW (one of the most expensive model available), a Porche Cayenne (most expensive model available) and a Bentley (most expensive model available) all with special sport tires. Now he has reduced the amount of worn jewellery and the cars are now an Aston Martin, an Audi and a Range Rover (both most expensive models available).
And guess what? At the beginning I got offered my favourite car, a Maserati Quattroporte complete with a driver, then after a few months I've been promised the exclusive use of one of the cars available, ending up waiting hours a day for rude drivers with stinking taxis.
I really can't understand how these fragile looking pale faced skinny Chinese ladies can manage to get their Lamborghinis, multimillion flats and jet set lifestyles from their boyfriends or husbands.
I had to admit it, my dream has always been that, being rotten spoiled by a rich guy.
Is it my lateness?
It may well be.
Now that I've just past my thirties I'm starting to realise how to play some of the stinking rules.
I've finished my mooncake pie.
I'm feeling slightly sick.
I'm 45 minutes late on my appointment.
Why do I have to be late all the time? My lateness expands in every aspect and activity in my life.
Is this an illness? It's a dysfunction for sure.
I remember struggling with being punctual since I have memories. I suspect it comes from my dad. I was told once that method, punctuality, accountability and discipline in general is taught by one's father.
Is it true???
My dad is often late. But at least he manages to get up "earlish" every day, while I could be called.. what is the term for it?
Recreational sleeper, it is.
What makes things worse my boyfriend is as bad as me at enjoy and indulging in sleeping late and he often argues that we're really bad influence to each other.
Despite all, my disfunction has been getting better in the past couple of months.
After the long summer stay in Europe I've been fighting my sleeping addiction.
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