In Continuum.

There are months of the year that I love, and there are days of the week that I love. Naturally, then, there are times of the day which I love more than the other, and there is just something about the night that involves so much allure and fascination. Three in the morning is really when everything begins to quieten down, when the streets really start to empty and the sky really begins to grow real dark. I love that time of the night, for the melancholia and the danger that lurks around hidden corners and dark alleyways. For some reason, everything just makes more sense at night, when the powers at be goes to sleep and we are reborn again as free agents of the world. The day, however, is when we go back to our normal mode, that is when we are back to our day jobs and have to go through the motion all over again like carefully programmed robots at a factory. The powers at be are back on their feet again, they have woken up from their slumber and then ruling over the brighter side of the world all over again. You start to wonder if the "darker side" is really the "better side", where freedom truly rules. So yes, I hate mornings, and morning-anything sucks. 

I don't work well in the morning, in fact I work like a man trying to cross a field of mud in a pair of boots. Have you ever tried to cross a field of mud in a pair of boots? The inertia involved is crazy, and that is pretty much how I feel like for most morning classes in this semester. I haven't got much of a choice, three out of five days are morning classes for me, and I wonder what I'd do if not for Felicia's morning rides to school, not to mention the hysterical karaoke sessions and the gossips, every once in a while. It is great to have moved away from the horrors of public transports in the morning, how the feeling almost always reminds me of track number one in Radiohead's Amnesiac album. Anyway, we have yet to come to a point whereby the station masters would have to pack us into the carriages, but I am sure that nightmare is not far now. If that is what they do in Japan, that's probably going to be the case here in Singapore too, especially when the Singaporean government seems to want to pump the population to ten million in the near future. However much we may love sex, women are not just baby making machines, thank you very much. And no, Chinese migrant workers are not the solution! 

Anyway, so a ten million population Singapore would be like trying to fit an elephant into a Fedex truck. OK, how about trying to squeeze basketball through a needle hole. I hate to take public transports in the mornings, and that is not to mention the fact that you have to deal with the human condition on a daily basis, and the lonely bus and train rides. So, taking Felicia's car in the morning has been great fun, we keep each other awake and thus, alive. You never know when you may veer off the road when you are in serious need of sleep anyway, which is why it is nice to have somebody to watch out for you every once in a while. Warn you about the inconsiderate taxi driver, the looming truck, the adventurous motorist, the retarded soccer mom. However, we have recently discovered a great big problem in regards to traveling to school in the morning. Before we go to that, however, keep in mind that if there is a way to murder morning, I probably would have. Why can't we skip the morning and jump straight to afternoon anyway, or just have night all the way. So much for living in a cool place like Alaska all year round - they get daytime all day, everyday! The horrors. 

Anyway, morning breath sucks. That is one of the morning-whatever that I detest with a passion. You know that dry and coarse feeling you get in the morning after a night in an air-conditioned room? Isn't that the most irritating thing to wake up to? Then you get that sticky feeling in your mouth just before you go and brush your teeth, and worse if your partner wants to plant a kiss on your lips when you really smell like death. It's an awkward thing to reject a morning kiss and yet, you don't really feel like going through with it either. It's made much worse if your partner has morning breath, and he or she attacks you with a kiss of death. Now that is going to start you off the day with a giant bang, you're going to love it. Rewind a little to the moment just before you wake up. The act of waking up itself is dreadful in the morning, the way eight hours of complete darkness get attacked by a sudden dosage of sunlight from the window is simply unbearable, at least to me. The dark curtains I recently purchased certainly helped, but it doesn't make waking up in the morning a whole lot easier. The beginning of a school day, have to pack my bag and wash myself up! Travel all the way down to school, be a drone, travel back. Oh, love. 

Morning classes pretty much suck hard as well. You come into class with a throbbing headache, and it is not helped by the glaring lights and the mass of talking people in the lecture hall. Then you settle yourself down in a seat, and you have to tolerate the complaints of how everybody else burned the midnight oil the night before just to complete some last minute assignment. It becomes a contest as to who actually slept the latest and needs way more coffee than everybody else, and I usually half expect to see people comparing to see who can put a bigger coin into their eye bags. Anyway, the lecturers during morning classes are usually grumpy and impatient as well. It's the morning, everybody is tired, and unless they actually have the habit to wake up as early as six in the morning, I don't see anybody coming into the classroom with a bright and sunny mood. Anyway, so you don't want to mess with lecturers during morning classes. They are like cactuses, don't mess with them. I tend to stay away, and I am happy that I am not getting Angelica in the morning. I mean, she is pregnant, and on top of the fact that pregnant women usually get the whole mood swing thing, she might also experience morning sickness in class too. Oh yes, that's another horrible thing to experience - morning sickness. Another reason why the morning is horrible. You don't hear about midnight sickness, now do you. 

So, Felicia and I hate the morning traffic with a raging passion. Imagine one grumpy person in the morning, then you multiple that about ten thousand. That is the kind of thing we have to deal with every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning, a whole road system of grumpy drivers and motorists. You don't want to be trapped in a vehicular gang bang when that happens, because getting late for class is not what you want to be doing. We somehow have the luck to be stuck with every single traffic light, every single time. Even along roads that are not usually jammed, we'd get them straight on. It's OK if it is due to some accident on the road, but it usually isn't. Expressways become parking lots simply because of slow drivers, drivers who try to cut lanes and then get stuck in between two rows of cars, and then that other time when we saw a van on the side of the road, just sitting there and not moving. I think the driver fell asleep or died. Either way, it caused us to be late for school and an "absent" marked next to our names despite the fact that we were physically there. 

So, morning traffic sucks, and people can be intolerable, insufferable, and inconsiderate. Just this morning, Felicia's windscreen was attacked by the spit of a passing motorist. Picture yourself driving on the expressway during a major traffic jam, and it is frustrating enough to be moving slower than your grandmother and osmosis. And, maybe moss. Anyway, so you are infuriated, right, and then this random stranger spits on your windscreen and speeds away down the road - what the fuck is that? I'm glad Felicia controlled her rage and didn't decide to crash through the other cars to pursue him. Actually, the both of us were more shocked than angry, and it just goes to show why morning traffic is a horror. Then you get those impatient drivers behind you at u-turns, the ones that honk you for a second or two of waiting too long. Felicia and I pursued that Honda dude into our school's parking lot, and I don't suppose he recognized the both of us, although we were eyeing him with deathly stares. It almost bore a hole into his testicles, and we really wanted to walk into the elevator as slow as possible just to piss him off. 

So yes, morning anything stinks. OK, one thing I like about the morning is probably the sight from my balcony, and maybe that of people walking their dogs outside Felicia's house. Oh, that is not to mention the mushrooms that seem to spring up everywhere in the morning, and that urge inside me to kick all of them down for no apparent reasons. Anyway, other than the sight, the dogs, and the mushrooms, everything else pretty much stinks quite bad. I mean, I don't even like breakfast, it is the least satisfying meal of the day, though important. Bring on the dinner, let me gorge myself silly! Or supper, the kind with friends and alcohol. Breakfasts are no fun, you are supposed to keep yourself awake for the day - and sober. What's up with that? Anyway, this is the end of my morning rant, and there are other more important things to tend to. So, until the next morning!