the story of my utterly inane life.

here is a little re-enactment of my every morning:

11.00 a.m.
"rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiing."
jo: w..what? huh..? [picks up phone] yeah?
nest: jo, you just woke up?
jo: mmm.
nest: hey i need to ask you about... [voice trails off in jo's head as she falls back asleep] JOOOO!!!
jo: huh? what? what? i'm listening lah.
nest: you're half-asleep lah! i'll call you later.
jo: mmm. [hangs up and goes back to sleep]

11.30 a.m.
"deedee, deedee, deedeedeedee, deedeedeedee, DEEDEEDEEDEE, DEEDEEDEEDEE, DEEDEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
jo: b..bloody hell. [reaches out, turns off alarm clock and goes back to sleep.]

11.35 a.m.
ruth: eh, miss chong! [whacks jo's rear with jo's extremely hard "God is watching over me" pillow.]
jo: h..huh? whaaaaaat?!
ruth: eh you eating lunch here or not? then i go buy.
jo: mmmm.
ruth: yes or no?
jo: mmmm.
ruth: aiyah you so lazy. lazy girl. [whacks jo again for good measure and leaves the room.]

12.20 a.m.
jo: [stirring.] waah, it's so cold. [tries to get warm under blanket.]
clearly, this fails because jo's blanket is ten years old and honestly provides no warmth whatsoever
jo: [gets up, stretches] what time is it? [looks at the clock]
jo: damn, i just wasted my whole morning.

and that's the story of jo's life.

sorry for the extremely uninspiring entry, but hey, i'm sure you can understand why.

ciao.