A Day In The September Holidays

0800 Wake up to the sound of radio music./Blink at the morning brightness./Grab blanket and flip over./Drift back to sleep with the smell of blanket.

1000 Wake up to the humid air./Get annoyed at brother's screamings./Smell blanket./Groan and pull myself up.

1030 Brush teeth./Choose clothes./Bathe.

1050 Open storeroom door./Climb up ladder./Browse through mom's collection of Agatha Christie./Pick out books with Hercule Poirot./Jump off ladder.

1100 Make milo./Soak biscuits till completely soggy and bread-like./Read a chapter for every two biscuits./Sip noisily at rest of milo.

1130 Cosy up in favourite spot of sofa./Finish up the Agatha Christie novel./Glance at tv occasionally./Pay attention when Joe Jonas appears in Camp Rock trailers.

1230 Close the Agatha Christie novel./Sigh contentedly./Marvel at Agatha Christie./Mourn that she is dead./

1300 Asks stomach if it's hungry./Turn on computer./Flop on unmade bed while it loads./Type in account password.

1305 Check mail./Visit blogs./Sigh because nobody tagged my blog./Sigh because nobody updated their blogs./Slouch in chair./Do nothing but stare at computer.

1315 Feel sad that there's nothing to do./Feel happy that I can waste time without guilt.

1316 Lunch time.

1430 Youtube.
1430 Sleep.

1600 Sleep.
1600 Wake up./Lie on favourite spot of sofa./Feel the fatigue seeping back into bones./Fall back asleep.

1800 Wake up./Listen to mom's nagging./Refuse to bathe./Finally bathe.

1830 Dinner./Decide to eat very little./End up eating alot.

1715 Read newspapers./Watch tv programmes with family./Laugh at retarded Taiwanese programmes.

2200 Mom get up to switch tv off./Parents go to sleep./Use the computer.

2215 Appear offline./Youtube.

0000 Sleep.

okay, so the cycle repeats like this. not exactly the same for each day, but not much variation either. i love being able to waste a day away completely, without feeling guilty. i love being annoying and telling my sister that 'oops, i have no homework this holiday!'. i love sleeping more than half the day away. i love the dreams i have which are so sweet but sadly unreal.

it is exactly fifteen minutes away from my birthday. i'm going to sleep before twelve today because a part of me keeps expecting something big the moment the clock strikes twelve. like fireworks or loud screams of 'surprise!'. a birthday always seems so big and huge, but it's really just another day. the best special treatment i can possibly get, is for my mom to not say "what, your birthday you think you very special ah?'. i'm going for high tea tomorrow with all my best buds and it makes me love my parents alot for 1)coming up with the idea and 2)sponsoring it.

okay. i'm not going to type any more. i'm going to be OCD and jump into bed and force myself to sleep before twelve. i'll wake up late tomorrow and get ready and everything will fall into place.

nothing can possibly ruin tomorrow,




because this girl is turning sixteen! xoxo.