'Good Mornings'

I have been so steady at my routine that everyday without fail i would groggily get up when the alarm from my phone goes off. Halfway trying to make out the light switch, i would often trample through miscellaneous belongings (and you know it's a sad way to have your things - when you run out of clothe hangers and it's an unfurnished room). Out from a small room into a smaller bathroom. It takes a fair bit of getting used to - brushing your teeth / going through the process of gurgling etc etc, in a bathroom which has no bloody sink.

So yeah, basically there are patches of dried calcium and flouride from our previous dental hygiene sessions decorating the bathroom floor. 'Our' as in : me and a girl who keeps slamming her door everytime i'm back and in my room - as if my movements of a few metres from the main door to my room had been too loud and interupted her daily tv drama binges. What probably gives her 'one of those days' is the fact that i inadvertantly keep getting the toilet paper wet everytime i shower, as if it was my destiny to be the housemate from hell. Trust me, no matter where i put the darn thing, it never fails to attract (and of course, absorb) water.

After getting myself fresh from the cold morning shower, i'd get back to my room and just admire probably what is considered the greatest reminder of my mortal and fragile existence : I see hundreds of graveyards, some arranged and organised but mostly (probably due to the fact that the land is too precious a commodity) mirrors what i go though each morning in those 'sardine' busses - packed and messy to the extent of being chaotic.

Getting dressed in my drab office geek clothes, I'd have a second look outside for the weather - readying an umbrella in case it wants to do cats and dogs. Afterwhich i'd spend some minutes in prayer and contemplating the daily bread lesson - usually somewhere between getting ready for work and wanting to get into bed again - and i'd end by thanking God for another day, another day at life, another day at being. Though sometimes i kinda don't see it.

After selecting the proper soundtrack for the day (see my 'listening to' section on the right, that's what's playing this week), I'd jam it into my sony cd walkman, adjust the volume enough for me to block out people's conversations and lousy radio songs (which sounds worse on those 'sardine' rides) and get myself out to an already busy world.

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