To Sleep or Not To Sleep... That's The Question.

I’ve been trying to formally own the zombie-look as my signature style by maintaining it every single morning. I’ve been hiding my face all throughout the early part of the day with my bumble bee shades to veil my horrendous eye bags and ghostly skin tone. When the Abu Sayyaf scarf was the “in thing”, I grabbed that opportunity to excuse myself to the whole world by covering my entire face. I may not have a milky white colored skin but I do look like Casper without any make-up on. A friend once told me that he admires me for being functional even if I had almost 2 fucking minutes of napping time. I guess juggling personal, financial and corporate schiz became my daily routine and that is why sleeping had just become leisure for me. Is it by choice or not? I don’t think so.

Now I am thinking, can we really maintain an 8-hour sleep everyday without sacrificing any must-do chores that normal people do?

I’ve been working for almost three years and within those span of time, I never had a good amount of sleep in a straight full week. Not a chance that I could complete an 8-hour of dozing time without sacrificing my job, my extra-curricular activities and some natural shits. Nowadays, I always found myself sleeping on the bus, on my desk, inside the girl’s lavatory and even while walking. I fucked you not! I almost got hit by a bus while crossing Ayala Ave. because I was half asleep while walking.

Is it just me or everyone in this world who wants to live their lives according to their own preferred social status should at least be awake for at least 20 hours a day?

As time passed by, I can see the whole world is changing. When I was a little kid, I am used to my dad telling me stories about how was life when they were young. Everyone has to be on bed at around 5 in the afternoon because the whole city was already dark, gloomy and somewhat dangerous. There were no bystanders at night; only the balut vendors alluring the sleeping town into tasting his freshly premature duck eggs. There were no night clubs, no night shift jobs—meaning there was no life after dark so better dozed off than stare at the night sky and wait for shooting stars.

But that was decades ago. Now, the city never sleeps, not only the citizens living in it but the whole wide universe is getting their eye bags loaded. No wonder coffee shops are a big hit whether cheap or not because all of us are sabotaging our system by inducing too much caffeine to sustain the kind of life that we had to live. But we can’t blame ourselves, well at least from my perspective. There are so many establishments that are only open at night. And dare not to agree with me if I say that FUN starts when the sun sets and the strobe lights are out, or in some case, when everything is dark. * wink wink

Before, the kinds of career you can do during the night are those you do not want yourself to be involved with. Hookers, prostitutes, human flesh seller, drug seller—those are the only jobs that you can apply for at night. Or you could sell balut and chicharon (like the one I stated above). But today, we have 24-hour delivery service from your choice of fast food chains, call center jobs and any other works that involves off shoring labor from different parts of the world.

I don’t know what else to point out anyway… so I’ll just rest my case. Goddamnit! Irony much?! I am ranting about how I can’t find enough time to rest and sleep but I ended my blog with I’ll rest my case statement…