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I woke up today 10 minutes earlier than the time in which my alarm is bound to disturb my sleeping roommate.

I closed my eyes again and waited for the forthcoming disturbance.

When it finally broke the silence of the dim room, I pressed the ‘x’ button on my phone, shut my eyes again and waited for the next alarm, set after 5 minutes.

Such habit is hard to break and is actually becoming addictive.

The caress of my bed, pillows and blanket makes it difficult for me to leave them even after the sun has risen for quite some time already.

I went to the bathroom and before turning the shower tap, I looked at the mirror and glanced at my abs, if I could call it abs. Maybe tummy is a more suitable term. I was looking for some change on it, I was expecting some, after swimming for 45 minutes daily for the last 45 days, I really need to see some difference.

But it just looks the same as it was yesterday, and the day before, the week before, the month before, just like my life here on the island.

I went for breakfast and ate the usual.

Sitting with my colleagues, we chatted about the usual. We asked just about the same thing, Who’s sexier? Ellen Adarna, Dionne Monsanto or Solen Heussaff? Is there even a point of comparison between these three?

After sipping the last drop of coffee, I went to the office and sat on my desk. There are 60 unread mails on my inbox, and a lot of uncounted read ones with red flag.

I checked my personal mail and saw 200 unread emails on my inbox. Nothing of important business, but posts from you my dear bloggers that I am ought to read.

I have a lot of pending tasks but I didn’t want to even look at my to do’s list. Instead I started typing this and gave myself a little break from the usual routine.