Twenty - Third

Life is not so bitchy like how you imagine it to be when you are about to close your eyes. It's simple. You see ah.

You wake up either at the crack of dawn or at 2pm(on vacation/weekends) and have your breakfast or your late lunch.

Bathe and brush you teeth.

Stare at the four white walls for 10 minutes before proceeding to read your daily morning/afternoon paper.

You start to grief for people when you come across the obituary pages, which is in the I don't know which section on the which newspaper.

After all the overflowing of emotions, you walk around like 20 steps and reach exactly at door of the refrigerator.

You search for any urgent notices or your exercise plans for the day.

You will certainly get tempted to open the fridge and grab some chocolates.

Of course after pondering hard, you grab it.

You sigh after eating the chocolate and start your drama marathon. All the way till dinner time. At that point of time, you curse at yourself for not exercising or going out to get some fresh air. Then you will pee and drink water and grab another bar of chocolate and go on with the drama. Sod the dinner, you won't have it anyways.

3/4 through the marathon you get extremely hungry.

You look at the time and your jaw drops.

Its midnight.

You get up and cook for yourself. Something special. Some oreos with instant noodles and juice.

Eat, wash up and resume with the marathon.

Its 3.30am, your Mom is screaming at you for having a 'big ass'. In another words, it means you are useless.

You bite back at her in the middle of the night when the whole world is half dead.

You stop with your marathon at 3.34am knowing that your Mom is really serious about chopping off your nose hair if you don't bring over the laptop to her room in the next 2 minutes or so. Brush teeth, pee and pray before you go to bed.

You wake up the next day and dance to Kara's Lupin.