in the morning after i wake up, i thank God for a new day. we discuss life, politics and sometimes sports. i make my bed and do my push ups - probably three sets of at least thirty. i then wash up and take my morning washroom break because if not now, then later somewhere out there in the "public washroom" world. if it's a school day, i head over to the bus stop where i wait in the freezing cold for a good ten minutes. if i'm lucky, i'll get a seat and not have to stand for the 40 minute ride between mississauga and york university. i go to class. i clown with the boys here and there but not enough to lose focus on my professor. if with the girls, then i pass time with some flirting and banter - it goes back and forth as reciprocity. i grab a falafel or shawarma in the mall on my campus. all over the place there are pretty girls - some locking eyes with me for a moment and some just straight bougie. i hold my breath as i walk by the smokers. i hit the library or computer lab and do some studying. later that day, i might hit the gym before i head back to the bus stop; homeward bound.

before and after meals i have two glasses of water. it's like clockwork. if i'm off, i'll make breakfast for the fam and even dinner later that night. otherwise, there's just no energy in my batteries.

after breakfast, if im going to work, i make my lunch in the morning - either a tuppaware of cereal or a sandwich and a piece of fruit will suffice. i go to work until my break, put on my "friendly" clothing salesman hat and sell like my life depended on it (with my brand of fun of course). i have my lunch, i head up to the food court of the rich mall with my plastic "food basics" bag of lunch. whether it's last night's filipino leftovers or this morning's cereal that was packed, i eat with pride. people stare and i rudely stare back smacking my lips as i chew (this is not true actually, my table manners are flawless). i grab a cup of water from one of the shops in the foodcourt because bottled water is so overrated. i walk off the rest of my break and put on my "friendly" clothing salesman hat until we close.

heading home from school, i plug my md's earplugs into my head as i get off the bus. at this point, im either catching a municipal transit back home, walking back home or unwinding by strolling through the mall. if it's choice "mall" then i head down the stairs toward the mall's entrance. escalators and elevators are so overrated. i venture through all my favourite stores looking for just the right item to add to my collection - whether they be the right pair of sneakers or new coat. i head home finally and catch dinner with the family. if it's bus back home i have to wait a while. the kids in the bus terminal are so thugged out or at least wish they were. i dare not stare even these kids in the eye - the murder rate at this relatively safe suburban mall has gone up over the past 4 years and frankly, my life is too precious to be lost.

once i get home from work, i kiss my mom hello give my dad props "hi" and head to my room. i change my all-black attire and put on some colors. sometimes wearing the all stylish monochromatic black get up can really take its toll on your mental health. i put on my jogging pants or board shorts and an old tshirt. i head downstairs towards the smell of the kitchen. my brother gets home from the office - i greet him "wsup" and walk the dog. we eat the finest of mom's cooking then watch some news or seinfeld. that goes on for about an hour or two then i retire to my room to surf the net.

it's about 1 or 2 am and i decide to call it a day. i wash up, floss and brush. i thank God and ask him to bless my family, friends and the world. i thank Him for the day and ask him to bless those who have passed on. no matter how hot it may be, i need my blanket when i sleep - it's all very childish. i crash almost in a coma-like state and the routine repeats tomorrow.