Pkchukiss - Reality Wine

Sometimes, when I whine about having “nothing to blog about”, it doesn’t really mean that there is nothing to write about. It just means that the day is not worth writing about.

Why is that so? I have this theory that we humans are perpetually seeking new experiences. New places to go, never-seen-before sights to take in, music to discover, food to taste, different-farts-to-smell, new friends to touch (oops). New things add fuel to our enthusiasm, and we share these newly discovered senses to the rest of the world.

Personally, I have probably covered more of my daily routine than I feel that I should have - even if you’ve never read them because those entries are buried 2 years down in the archives; if this were a knowledge sharing blog, I would probably have been happy to regurgitate the bowels a few more times.

Basics are for informative blogs. A personal blog shouldn’t have to start from the beginning of the story all the time! I want to experience something new, so that I can share them with everyone! I can’t really pinpoint what my driving force is, but a stint in the armed forces has told me that no matter how much I hate the situations I end up in, I always love them for having happened to me.

Those were 2 years of living with 10 people in a bunk. The truth is, I hated communal living at that time. Sometimes people couldn’t get along with each other, and quarrels break out; sometimes it gets too noisy when I try to sleep; sometimes I get angry with someone, but I wouldn’t have the option to close him out; the list goes on… Yet on the day I returned to being a civilian, I looked back at those times, and said to myself, “those were a hell of a time…”

Goodness knows what I would have written if I didn’t have my real life experiences to write about?

• 7am: woke up. Hit snooze button and buried head in the pillow for the umpteenth time
• 7.05am: woke up again. Smashed alarm clock for being such a _______ pain
• 9am: woke up… maybe
• 10am: woke up because I couldn’t sleep - the sun was in my eyes. Proceed to curse at the sun
• 10.05am: brushed teeth. Accidentally hit my gums and cursed again.
• 10.10am: I hate mornings
• 10.20am: I yawned
• 10.50am: thought about doing homework
• 11.30am: thought about lunch
• 12pm: had lunch… forgot about homework
• 12.30pm: killed an ant accidentally when I spilt water on the floor. Poor ant!
• 1pm: emptied a quarter of the insecticide on the floor.
• 2pm: slept
• 3pm: slept
• 4pm: slept
• 5pm: woke up
• 6pm: had dinner… was some crap
• 7pm: watched some stupid TV
• 8pm: thought about doing homework again
• 9pm: gave up trying to think
• 10pm: surfed the Internet
• 11pm: get scolded for floor that was soggy from insecticide
• 12pm: slept. End of day. What an exciting day this was!

Just for the record, I wake up at 6.30 am in the mornings because I like the peace and quiet. It’s so cool that I’m deciding to shift it earlier. 5am doesn’t sound too bad to be taking an early walk around the estate.

Now to end the tortured soul of this post, which is filled with bad style and grammar. Even someone who gets A1 for English can write really bad stuff Don’t you think so?

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