The Usual!

Hello! Today as usual, I did the usual & old boring routine. Wake up in the morning at 8am.Toss and turn. I was too lazy to even get up. I hate early mornings, even though i love the fresh air. The time flew so fast that my clock broke!( haha, not to get so dramatic, batteries low that's all).

So as usual, i pretended as if i forgot to go for a jog in the park. Finally, got out of my bed at 10am, only having to hear the " soothing" music from the renovation & construction from the house just 2 floors above us.NEIGHBOURS= TORTURE! especially the one staying above us...Oh those kids! They're like mini-devils running around plus their smelly dogs tied in their kitchen balcony (which explains why our kitchen area smells like wet dog) & dragging the chairs at 1am ( i had to use a pole to bang against the ceiling to get to stop them from playing with marbles & coins one night!). And Oh yes, how can i forget the karaoke singing by the old folks every weekend, every f***ing weekend, living in the opposite block.( I still remember i got so pist off, i shouted out of my window "You suck."Thought it would work. I was wrong!They sang even louder, deafening my ears).Although for all the annoying neighbours they are good ones too.The girl who plays the piano is really good. Makes me feel calm and relax every time she plays her music pieces.Also, we are blessed with a good next door neighbour.Praise the lord.

Anyways, i watched television, little bit of surfing the Internet, watched the usual 6pm-7pm Tyra bank's show, 9:30pm-11pm shows, and back to writing this wonderful boring blog of mine. I wonder at times, when i already have a diary of my own why the hell should i have a blog. Well, one advantage is I can let you guys know who i really am.Hehehe, but of course, some stuff that's going in my life will not be revealed in this blog. PRIVATE & CONFIDENTIAL! But of course, i remembered that i threw my old diary to erase the past ( primary school days). I don't regret that though. I had so many bad experiences than good ones which explains my hatred of going back to primary school.Always forcing myself. The look on my sister's face on every teacher's day, "Do we have to go?" that stupid puppy face. I painfully say yes. I mean we have to show our faces or else they might think that we're being ungrateful. ( Like primary school did anything good to us. Just pure embarrassment and even more humiliation).

K gtg! Today's my interview.Have to wake up early. Wish me good luck light!nite