So usually (weekdays)
I wake up after 4 or 5 hours of sleep, feeling super lonely. Since it's quarantine, I set my alarm to 6.30.

Then I turn on my fake bullshit energy playlist, or some overrated Kanye's music that I love. Go for a jog at apartment's park, call it a walk.

To think about all the mighty good plans and ideas I would mostly forget after breakfast. Haha. Go back to my unit, take a shower and eat.

Well, smoking is prohibited, even from the balcony (of course, my Mom won't allow me), so yeah, I go to the parking lot near lobby.

Alfaexpress coffee (6k Good Day cappuccino) and some pretentious snacks for the photo.

Chat with the security and other smoking peers, talk nonsense about the news and feed our ego by blaming the government. Blah blah blah.

Check on my messages (from work, who else? I don't have a 'daily' friend, I'm shitty), strangers on Twitter, so-called friends on Instagram - I never forget to like every B3naldo7's (Cristiano popular fan account) post with inspiring quotes caption (lol).

Back to my unit, wash my hands and brush my teeth (again). So the lovely parent won't complain about the stale-tobacco aroma floating around in the... living room? Which I rarely display my presence there. 5 Seconds from the front door to my bedroom, nobody's gonna smell a thing.

9 AM, ready for work, don't know how long, it depends, unnecessary video conference meeting, a lot of tasks to be done, and some other time in this outbreak of a pandemic... just half a to-do list, then call it a day.

Sleepy afternoon and hungry all the time. I love eating, just a basic animal instinc. Yes, humans are such foodies, Homo sapiens have taken this... ingesting things to the next level, we cook, I mean I don't, my Mom does.

Online teaching at 4.30 until 6. Done! Then what?

Okay, still alone, all by myself, check my phone, hit Instagram, some unopened DMs, well, too many, I don't care. Open Twitter, start scrollin, oh wait, I gotta tweet, typing... "Done for today." I don't know, it feels good.

God, I need to smoke, wait, I haven't make a convo with my brother, he's watching anime, okay, can't interrupt. Grab my keys then go down to the lobby. Now I'm at the parking lot (again), shit I forgot, I parked my motorcycle at Basement 2.

Hey, is it PSBB already?

Tangerang? Not yet, actually, it will start from April 18. Okay.

So now, I still be able to go out for some coffee*. Well, that is not the reason, I just wanna go outside.

Ready to go, wait a sec, forgot to pull out a cig.

*I could just order any baverage via delivery app.

Not allowed to smoke while on the wheels, I don't care. It's only 1.5 km near apartment. Wait, not wearing a masker then, think I'll just break all the rules in one trip. I used to walk, but darn it.

Janjiw, with ugly green plastic top and some pretentious hashtag cashless.

Lit another cigar, check on my messages (from work, who else? I don't have a 'daily' friend, I'm shitty), wait, I need to take a screenshot of a conversation from an hour ago with one of my students, post it on Twitter, cause it's... interesting? At least for me.

Quarter after 7, back to my flat for another routines.

Clean my self.
No appetite* for dinner, well, there's no food either.

8.30 PM
I usually draw... or pick up my guitar and make some cover of pop songs. Hey, it's been ages I haven't touched my keyboard piano.

*Inconsistency

But for tonight, I want to complete my unfinished TV-Shows watch:
The Leftovers (season finale)
Fleabag (season 2)

Wait, I'll play a couple ranked Mobile Legends first.

I already know how to end this thread, 1 more tweet.