Dear Diary,

Monday, 17th January

04:58 I'm awake. The first streaks of sunlight peep through the curtains. I feel nauseous and my heart is beating like a drum. Tries in vain to get up.

05:13 The neighbours' dogs are awake and barking savagely at the rising sun.

05:15 My father woke up with a shout. I heard his grumbling as he stumbled down the stairs, and went out to the lawn and had a barking contest with the dogs. The neighbour finally woke up and screamed through the windows for him to shut the f*** up. Dad started to dance like a loon on the lawn. Maybe going to Boarding School isn't so bad after all.

05:16 Now, my mother is screaming at Dad to stop his nonsense and get back into the house. He follows my mother inside. Seems like the neighbours' dogs got the last bark after all.

05:35 My father is exhausted after his Daily morning excercise. He collapses on the sofa, and started snoring loudly. Outside, my mother verbally abuses a Policeman at the gate. The sight of my mother in her Faded lemon nightgown must have frightened him, as he apologized profusely, and scampered off back into the van.

06:00 It's time.

06:01 I struggled out of my bed, and rubbed my eyes. I put on my Boarding school Uniform. It consists of a red and black striped tie along with a black blazer.

07:34 I'm trying to swallow a mouthful of scrambled eggs, which also included the shells. I wanted to throw it all away, but Mom was watching me like a hawk. I forced a mouthful down. Mom's notorious for her dreadful cooking – Dad always refuses breakfast, with excuses like 'I'm going out to exercise' and walks out the gate with slippers or 'I need to meet with some friends' and waltz onto the street at 5a.m.

08:00 Innocence, our maid, helped to carry my luggage to the back of the car. She gave me a kiss on my lips, and smiled. Mom gave Innocence a shifty-eyed look when she did that. She is convinced that Innocence is running a Brothel from her room in the back garden. Quite ironic, if I'll say so myself.

08:30 All set. Dad had changed out of his clothes for he had apparently rolled on the grass during his morning exercise. Mom in her bright red smock, Dad in a jacket with a bow tie. Dad blasts the hooter as he reverses the ancient Renault Station Wagon into the road. The dogs hit back with another round of savage barking. Dad threw his head back and laughed maniacally and screeches towards the oncoming traffic.

No going back now.

I hope it at least had a sense of humour in it, for I tried >.> I'm living in Singapore, and this things.. always rarely happen. So, yeah. I'm trying to make it sound more.. U.Sly.

Comments pl0x. 😀