A diary,maybe?

I have been in Singapore for nearly two months.Time flies,isn't it?As it goes by,my excitement fades away,too.Everything is not fresh anymore.Life tends to be stable and boring.
Every weekday I get up with the terrible noise of alarm clock,feeling like to die.Breakfast in the same routine,although uncles and aunties have already tried their best to make changes for us critical eaters.School buses always late,and skip us SM3 students dairily regardless of our early arrival.So no wonder we can see students pushing each other to get on the bus rudely like small children--that's funny!On the way,it always makes me want to jump off the bus and walk to the campus,since it is a faster way!Tutors change everyday with new study tasks,I still feel sleepy,and it's quite often that I fall asleep soundly with classmates talking and laughing loudly around me during the break.But,so what?
Then when we are back at Eton Hall,what I must do is to telephone my mom at least every two days,pretending to be happy and comfortable,or I will let my whole family down!Until then,I find myself a good story-teller!
Yes,that's it.The only change I expect now is the Spring Festival around the corner.Hope more new things would come along!