sundays have become a nice routine. it has already been 3 weeks of the same thing and im starting to enjoy it.

the alarm goes off at 530
you tell yourself you are crazy,
it is a damn sunday...

unconsciously you walk to brush your teeth
in the process, boil water
then comes the oat biscuits and the warm milo...

change into your jersey and clip on those shoes, take a last one (water here) for the road.

then goes thomson and upperthomson and mandai too. followed by kranji and yck and boonlay as well. turn into west coast and BV and towards the city, and before you know it you see the botanics. 

(no attempt to rhyme made)

reach home, bathe and fall asleep.
wake up, lunch and hit the books.
soon enough you wear your shoes
hit the road (again). This time slower but surer you keep going on. It was 80 in the morning and much less now.

reach home, hit the books and then to bed.
what a way to have a sunday again...

(ok i realised this is kinda like a poem but i never intended it to be)

--sidenote: someone make me climb hills faster! --