boring

There are times when I think my life is boring. I mean I think it's boring because I seldom do exciting things. Other than our travels the bf, my life is monotonous and simple. I wake up before 6am and exercise. Then I go home. I pray, eat breakfast, shower and work. During the day, the bf fetches me and we go downtown or the office to run errands and do business related stuff. I'm home usually by 4pm and I go back to work. By 6 or 7, I'm done working and then it's time for television and play time. By 9.30, I'm tucked in bed and heading off to slumberland.

That's what I do on a daily basis. It just changes during the weekend when Saturday means lunch at my uncle's house and Sunday and my day off from the bf. Sunday evenings, the family goes to the mall and eat out.

Last Friday night, I saw my sister pass by the house and I asked where she was headed. Apparently, she was going for videoke with her workmates. It made me realize that I don't do those things anymore. I have become a boring person.

But to be perfectly honest, I love being boring. It makes me happy just curling up in bed, watching television or a DVD, playing computer games or reading a book. If I go out to parties, I only eat and then go back home right away. I'd much rather play wrestling with my son than spend the night drinking or listening to horrendous music.

I've reached a particular conclusion. I'm growing old. Hahaha!