Thursday, August 9, 2007

there's 24hours in a day but is it always enough?

so let's just pretend that i wake up at 9am every morning and i'd go to bed by 1am. (: so i'd have sufficient amount of sleep, 8hours the minimum.
so when i wake up at 9am, i have to laze in bed for half an hour and only after that would i finally go wash up. i take 45mins to brush my teeth, don't ask why. i will walk around the whole house with while brushing with the toothbrush in my mouth and then i'd floss before that which is 15mins, which is 1hour altogether for basin time. i do things very slow can! so by then what time already? and i'd need to shower! i must shower every morning or else i'd feel off the whole day, take about 30mins to shampoo my hair because my hair is like tangled up rubber bands in the morning; probably another 5mins to condition. AND deciding what to wear every morning! omgosh, headache la. my mom put my clothes all the way into the cabinet, so deep can, feel as if its lucky draw. >< next, i've to spend time with my pimples, so that they wouldn't miss me and they'd go away FOREVER! I'M NOT LIKE SOME PEOPLE WHO HAS PERFECT COMPLEXION. must put pimple cream and moisturizer. then blow dry my hair, then wax, then must align it into place. then must spray hair-fix. hmmm~ then one last look in the mirror, wah! okay. x)) then have to pack my bag and YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING IRRITATING IS IT TO HAVE RETAINERS! argh, i have to spend extra time to wash them and put them in the stupid container. like one set of teeth isn't enough, i've to brush TWO SETS. omg, and today morning, the school just opposite my house, their band was warming up at 7am! omg 7am la! i get to hear Bb scale in the morning, wow! horrible! as i was getting ready, i could hear the national anthem, ultimate cocked up, with wrong notes everywhere, YAY! majulah singapura yeah!. then some cheebye started rapping after the anthem, most probably indian because the accent was very distinct/heavy. the most random thing that happens every morning is my neighbour's chicken, aye? rooster lah. cockadoodadoo every morning, for a million times. KILL IT AND EAT IT FOR BREAKFAST! irritating. who keeps a CHICKEN nowadays? and he fucking walks the chicken la macham dog and NO! don't fucking talk to the bloody chicken cause THEY don't fucking understand you. then i'd have to walk to the bus stop and wait for service45 which takes another million years to come because i always miss the bus, SHIT MAN! there's always random things on the floor that i need to dodge which like affect my speed abit. ahhh! what things right? come, i give you preview.

yeah, thanks. if i do this for another few more years, i can be a resident PRO in dodgeballS.

where are the pimples right? forehead. i can't live without photoshop.
i do so much and take forever to get ready in the morning just to look presentable, so actually there's no ugly people but lazy people. LOL! i sounded so KNS! imagine what happens when i come home in the evening? i repeat the routine okay! i thank god that the rooster doesn't cock at night or else i'd seriously jump off the building. YEAP! about the chicken, idk alright! IT'S JUST FUCKING WEIRD. :D

by ernest at 3:42 AM |