I think we have seen many blogs with entries describing the writer's day, everyday.
If I were to do one like that, somewhat elaborately but not really, my everyday goes like this:
I heard the alarm clock.
I whacked the alarm clock.
I waited for my cellphone's alarm.
I felt the vibration under my pillow.
I pressed snooze.
I felt the vibration under my pillow again.
Snooze again.
Vibration yet again.
I disabled the alarm.
5 more minutes.
I opened my eyes to see the time on my phone.
Holy freaking shit.
I grabbed my berms, underwear and towel.
Toilet time no elaboration needed.
I sat in front of the fan to dry my hair.
Went to the kitchen to have my breakfast.
Threw on my shirt.
Picked up my bag.
Slipped into my shoes. Or slippers.
Walked out of the door.
Okay I'm getting sick of this, so are you, right.
Pressed the button for the lift.
Down.
Walked and overtook everybody else to the station.
Waited for the train.
Saw people whom I overtook arrive at the platform.
Wtf feel damn stupid.Train came.
Ya you know what happens after you board the train, you wait for time to pass.
Alighted from the train.
Tap my card.
Walk to class.
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I'M SICK OF TYPING.Tata.
11:02 PM Monday, February 22, 2010
I think we have seen many blogs with entries describing the writer's day, everyday.
If I were to do one like that, somewhat elaborately but not really, my everyday goes like this:
I heard the alarm clock.
I whacked the alarm clock.
I waited for my cellphone's alarm.
I felt the vibration under my pillow.
I pressed snooze.
I felt the vibration under my pillow again.
Snooze again.
Vibration yet again.
I disabled the alarm.
5 more minutes.
I opened my eyes to see the time on my phone.
Holy freaking shit.
I grabbed my berms, underwear and towel.
Toilet time no elaboration needed.
I sat in front of the fan to dry my hair.
Went to the kitchen to have my breakfast.
Threw on my shirt.
Picked up my bag.
Slipped into my shoes. Or slippers.
Walked out of the door.
Okay I'm getting sick of this, so are you, right.
Pressed the button for the lift.
Down.
Walked and overtook everybody else to the station.
Waited for the train.
Saw people whom I overtook arrive at the platform.
Wtf feel damn stupid.Train came.
Ya you know what happens after you board the train, you wait for time to pass.
Alighted from the train.
Tap my card.
Walk to class.
icn02c91je19pom
pqncn13-j3k0k1c
I'M SICK OF TYPING.Tata.
11:02 PM //