Letting your maid go on holiday while you're on a break yourself is a terribly bad idea, especially since that means you've got to stay home and accompany your grandma. So in light of the scenario described above, my days have been reduced to center upon several activities.
Activity 1
- Household chores! Which means mopping and sweeping the floor, washing the dishes, making my own bed (see, i can actually do these stuff) and cooking my own lunch!
Activity 2
- Taking long, and i really mean long, showers
Activity 3
-Talking to myself and my toys! Yup, in my desperate need to hold conversations, i have resorted to soliloquays (no evil iago plans here though don't worry) and uttering rubbish to my toys who must be getting really sick of me now.
Activity 4
- Using the computer which has to be the greatest invention of all times without which i'll be unable to surf the Internet or play CM or watch DVDs or listen to music or.... you get the idea
Activity 5
- Playing sports indoor. By this, i mean pitting my E grade tennis skills against the wall in anticipation of my date with a certain Roger Federer later this month in the Australian Open Final and practising my considerably better soccer skills in preparation for World Cup Germany 2006 with Rooney and co.
Activity 6
- Tuning into MTV and singing along to the likes of Kelly Clarkson, Lindsay Lohan, Backstreet Boys, Kanye West and basically every other artist who has a video on MTV. In fact, i'm quite surprised that my neighbours haven't called up the police yet, but then, i guess they're either quite deaf, can't be bothered or my singing's really that good in which case, why haven't they come asking for autographs???
OK, i can see the word L-O-S-E-R forming in your mouths now, so i better shut up.
Conclusion: I need to get a life, or as Norman likes to say, get a job!
-Chicken Little the not so little chicken
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7:55 PM