Routine

It all starts with sleeping before 12am and waking up at 5.30am. I usually turn in at 10.30pm though.

More appropriately, setting the alarm to sound at 5.30am and then snoozing back into bed.

After the snoozing period is over, I just lie on my bed and open my eyes simply because the other parts of the body are still sleeping.

Once I pull myself out of the bed, I double check the phone (which happens to be my alarm), to ensure that the alarm did not sound off an hour early. Though I’m always hoping that it did so that I’d have an excuse to pop back to dreamland.

Instead of washing up, I check up the RSS reader to check if anything such as World War III occurred while I was asleep. Not to mention reading the news means that I still get to sit on the bed. The whole aim is to spend as much time on the bed as possible.

Only, when the reading of interesting bits of news is done do I drag myself to do the overratted morning stuff.

Breakfast next. Always ham or kaya toast with tea. I cannot live without tea. What is Kaya toast? Will have a separate post on that next time.

After breakfast, it’s back to the room to pack my bag for sch. As logical as it is, I never pack my bag the night before. I’ve no idea why even though it’s logical to do it so that I can squeeze in more sleep. It’s one of those “I know it’s good for me, but I’m not going to do it” things. This is actually one of the most time consuming part because I always fail to find something such as my wallet or keys.

I head out of the house after the bag is ready. From the time the alarm rings, to the time I leave the house, it takes a 45minutes. I do this for every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday when I have school. I actually don’t have to wake up so early, but I always leave the house early and reach campus an hour before lecture starts so that I beat the morning rush hour.

We humans are creatures of habit. We get easily comfortable when we do things over and over again. Once we are so used to doing the same things, it becomes easier for us to do it the next time – or so it seems. During my earlier schooling days, despite having to wake up at 6am in the morning, I never could get used to doing it easily. In fact, now that I look back, I’m pretty amazed that I survived those years.

As much as I hate to admit it, I love routines. It feels correct to just follow the sequence of what I do everyday. You get this feeling that nothing can possibly go wrong, if anything does, it probably would be due to extrinsic factors. Unless you are not human or have highly developed willpower, I’m sure you feel the same. The “I” is always telling “me” to break the daily routines for various reasons, the most valid argument is that sinking deep into routines kills off creativity and the willingness to try out new things or to think out of the box. But unfortunately, my “me” is stronger than my “I” and I get lazy most of the time to try out new things. Nonetheless, I still attempt some new things every now and then including reading stuff I’ll avoid normally or trying out routes I’ll never take. Some of the things I’d hope to try in the future is only possible if I pluck up enough courage to do. Half the time, execution is just the final barrier which I fail to cross.

Anyway I’ve digressed enough, what have you done to day to break your routine?