Last night, I burn the midnight oil, I stayed up until 3 a.m. to ensure that I deliver a quality work (I hope so, but how quality can it be if it is 3. a.m. in the morning). Then automatically I hit the sack, I guess due to my set routine from Monday to Friday, I am very particular about time, in which I always wake at 6.30 a.m. But today, I woke up at 7.30 and due to that I frantically looked for my towel, took out my uniform, checked my laptop bag, and tried to locate my car key.As I was walking into the bathroom, I glimpsed at a calender on my study desk, and I saw a circled date and day, it was today, and today is Sunday. I pushed all of the stuffs that I put on my bed and laid in bed, I know I did sighed in relief and thank God it Sunday.
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Heh. Reminded me of one night when I was 11 or 12, thinking that I should wake up earlier the next day and be a good person. Went to bed. Woke up. Saw the clock, thinking it was 6 am. Went to shower. Got out. Wondered why the television was on downstairs.
This was waaaaay before Astro, mind you.
Went downstairs and saw youngest uncle was watching Fawlty Towers. It was 12.30 am.
Got dressed in my jammies and went back to bed.
I guess it happened to everyone..hehehe
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