First Week of Summer

Mode: Poetic (not really)
Currently listening to: Tonight - Jonas Brothers

Waking up every morning
Realizing, it’s 11:30 already
Going down the stairs slowly
Thinking about what to do for today

Then I ask my bro
“Hey, dude, what’s for breakfast?”
He answers back and says,
“Look in the microwave or at the table.”

But it’s already noon
The sun rises up fully in the sky
It’s too late for breakfast
It’s too early for lunch

So I decided to eat brunch
On my plate with my spoon and fork
Then my stomach reacts
As if it is saying “Dude, eat some more!”

After filling up my stomach and washing the dishes
It now depends, what happens next
If I feel hot, I’ll take a bath
If I feel lazy, I’ll do it later

To kill time, my brother and I take turns
In using the computer and watching the television
When the other’s turn is finally over
There is an exchange of activity.

When the clock strikes at 7:30pm,
There is no way I can’t help but not to miss
A TV Anime series
Which I watch in Animax

If I missed it or watched half way
I’ll hurry up in the morning to watch it at 11:30am
If I do catch it and watch it full, this happens when mom and dad go home late
I will surely have a wonderful night.

But the day doesn’t end
Without asking my mother
“What’s for dinner?”
Then she answers, “Something really delicious!”

We eat dinner on a wooden table
That is square in shape and is foldable.
After eating, I sometimes wash all the dishes
Or fix the table or refill some empty bottles

When time allows it
I still get to watch
Hannah Montana and Wizards of Waverly Place
And sleep at 10pm.

When my dad tells us to go up stairs and the time reads 9:00,
I take my medicine and give everyone in the family a goodnight kiss
I would then go up stairs and go to bed
And pray to God then shot my eyes.