Mornings haven’t really been my cup of tea. To some, waking up bright and early has become some sort of a daily ritual. Wake up. Go for a jog. Have a cuppa coffee. Read the papers. Go to work. People swear by this lifestyle. But in Singapore? Not quite true. Usually, we just skip the in-betweens and jump right into work.

On many days, we sleep very little too. We would work late into the night even though we know that we have to be up early in the morning. Perhaps one day, we could replace NYC as the city that never sleeps. Well, generally, the average Singaporean spends the first 2 decades of his life waking up before first light, the next 5 just after sunrise, and the last aptly named the sunset years.

As for me, I have never quite been a morning person. I’ve never liked mornings if I have to be honest nor was I ever a fan of the alarm clock. I’ve always preferred my days to start a little later, when I’m all up and running. But I think the thought of having the afternoons and nights free after morning classes proved too tempting.

So this semester, I decided to try out something different. I scheduled for my classes to be in the morning. And how great did that decision turned out to be. Positively, I enjoy longer waking hours but mentally, more than anything, having to be up early everyday puts massive pressure on the psychological well-being. It came to me in an epiphany that putting all my classes in the morning was not the brightest of ideas.

Alas, it’s too late for regrets now but I’ve learnt something about myself. Someone should make it a crime for mornings to begin earlier than 9. That way, we don’t have to deal with too much morning crankiness. I guess for now, I need to start treasuring my weekend mornings (and whenever I can sleep in) a little more. So do me a favour next time you call – make sure it’s after 09:00