Sleep Talk

Let’s talk about the all sacred sleep. How long can you sleep during day time? How long will it take until you totally get adjusted with graveyard shifts and day sleep?

Naalala ko, bago ako pumasok sa trabahong ito, tinanong ako ng nanay kung kaya ko daw bang magtrabaho sa gabi. Dahil sa may katiting naman  akong tiwala sa sarili, sabi ko naman, “kayang kaya, ako pa”. dahil nga napasubo na sa kayabangan, pinilit kong pumasa sa interview, ginalingan kong mag-ingles dahil cute yung nag-iinterbyu, awa ng Diyos, ayun pumasa naman. Nag umpisa ang training, madali lang ang consonant at vowels, sinabihan na kasi ako dati sa kung anong dapat kong ieexpect, pero ampohta, walang nagsabi sa akin na mahirap matulog sa araw.

Ilang araw akong apat na oras lang ang tulog, pumapasok ako sa trabahong namumungay ang mata, parang bisugong lasing ang hilatsa ng mukha. Ang hirap matulog, ang nakakatawa pa, pag tinanong ka kung bakit parang inaantok ka, ang sagot mo; “di ako nakatulog buong araw eh?” Ayan,  diyan mo marerealize na baliktad na mundo mo. Napupuyat ka na sa araw, kaya inaantok ka na sa gabi.

Kinakabahan na ako sa kulang kong tulog, nag research ako sa internet about sleep deprivation para naman medyo mafamiliarize ko ang sarili ko sa kawalan ng tulog at para mawala na din kaba ko sa kalusugan ko. Pero naknanggalunggong, alam mo ba kung anong nahanap kong topic? Eto- How lack of sleep could shorten your life. Diyos na mahabagin, sino naming Poncio Pilato  ang makakatulog sa topic na yan. Parang nananakot.

Eto ang listahang ng mga topics and facts na hindi nagpatulog sa akin ng ilang araw. Pagpalain nawa ang mga author na nagsulat nito, asshole.

How lack of sleep affects your memory. Ito ay tungkol sa study sa US na nagdidetalye kung paano bumababa ang activity ng the temporal lobe sa brain pag may sleep deprivation. Ang temporal lobe ay ang parte ng utak ng tao na namamahala sa language processing. Isipin mo, kung ilang oras ang dapat mong ipuyat sa call center bago mo tuluyang makalimutan mag English.

Sleep deprivation and life span (sabay sign of the cross). Ito naman yung study na nagpapatunay daw na mas mahaba ang buhay ng mga taong nakakatulog ng seven hours pataas kesa sa mga taong natutulog lang ng anim na oras pababa. Ayon kasi sa pag-aaral na ginawa, kailanngan daw ng isang adult ng  pito hanggang walong oras na tulog para hindi maging lapitin ng sakit. Nyahaha. Nakakatawa, sa call center kasi, yung mga agents minsan, gustong magkasakit, yung iba naman nagsasakit-sakitan talaga para lang makapagabsent. O di ba? Aminin mo pare. Seven to 8 hours na tulog? Letse, paano ka pa naman makakagimik nyan?

Pero ito ang nakakabuwang sa topic na ito. May isang research na ginawa din sa US about the effects of sleep na ang mga respondent or test subjects ay mga cancer patients. Mahigit isang milyong pasyente and naging bahagi ng research na ito at napag-alaman na ang mga pasyenteng natutulog lang ng apat na oras pababa ay mas mahaba ang buhay kesa sa mga pasyenteng natutulog ng mahigit sa pitong oras. Naknggalunggong. Ano ba talaga ang totoo at dapat paniwalaan? Kanina lang mas maigsi and buhay ng sleep deprived, ngayon naman mas mahaba. Naisip ko tuloy, siguro depende na and sagot sa psychological set-up ng tao. Ito na siguro yung sinasabi ng professor ko dati na half empty or half full. Pag pessimist ka daw, ang baso na may laman na kalahating tubig ang tingin daw niya dito ay half empty, pero pag optimist ka, ang tingin mo daw sa basong kalahati ang laman ay half full. Ampohta. Kung buhay ko ang pinag-uusapan, lagi akong half-full.

Tapos eto pa; Effects of sleep deprivation to the human behavior. May lumang kasabihan na, “Magbiro daw sa lasing huwag lang sa bagong gising”. Tama naman, pero kulang, dapat ”Magbiro ka sa lasing huwag lang sa bagong gising na kulang sa tulog” o mas masahol ang “magbiro ka sa lasing wag lang sa bagong gising na lasing na kulang sa tulog” Sabi kasi sa topic na ito, Mas madali daw mag-init ang ulo ng mga taong kulang ang oras ng tulog lagi. Yun din siguro ang dahilan kaya bumili ako ng pellet gun para dun sa pusa ng kapit bahay naming na kahit tanghaling tapat ay nag-iingay na parang batang umiiyak. Ang ingay sa lovemaking ang hinayupak na pusa. Parang nang iinggit. Sa susunod titirahin ko na ng pellet gun ang hinayupak na pusang yon.

Ano pa bang topic ang meron? Ah, di bale saka na lang, tulog muna ako.

 

Glowed In The Dark

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Just when the lights are off, we shone the brightest.

Last March 28, 2009 at 8:30 PM up until 9:30 PM, it was lights off in 647 cities and municipalities in the Philippines. No, it was not because of a power shortage, it was for a nobler reason- the Earth Hour. The Philippines ranked # 1 amongst all the countries that participated on this global event. The #2 spot was occupied by Greece with 484 cities participating. The official ranking was released by the WWF (World Wildlife Fund) office.


647 cities and municipalities estimated to have over 15 million participants from the country is a giant leap from the estimated 1 million participants from last year’s earth hour. This is clearly a sign of the country’s growing awareness with the environmental problems that we are facing.


Earth Hour is a brainchild of the World Wildlife Fund and the Sidney Morning Herald. The event started last 2007 when 2.2 million Sidney residents participated by turning their lights off including non-essential appliances for an hour. Since then Earth Hour is celebrated annually every last Saturday of March all over the world. The Earth Hour 2009 was participated by 88 countries and more than 4000 cities. A small country consisted of a group of islands in the Pacific led the way this year.


Is it something to be proud of? Of course it is! We maybe a nation of diverse dialects and different cultures but Filipinos knows how to unite when unity matters most. We are a nation of proud workers who took pride in the work we do no matter how menial it is and not a nation of servants who deserve nothing but scraps (as a racist Hong-Kong columnist claims). We are a nation who respect religious freedom and not prosecute those who differ from our belief. We are a nation of humble people who are slowly rediscovering our sense of patriotism again. Deep within this dormant flame lies an ember that still burns of Bayanihan. Let the Unity shown by this Malayan race during the Earth Hour 2009 stand as a testament to that.

The Joker Lives!

I bet Jerry Robinson, Bill Finger and Bob Kane, The creators of the character, never expected The Joker to out shine the Batman in any story, But I would bet my last cent that the way the thespian Heath Ledger did much more than justice to his portrayal of the character. This must be the same character they imagined when DC Comics releases the the comics Batman#1 in the spring of 1940.

I got a chance to see “The Dark Knight” yesterday. I need to say it; the movie is huge, arguably the best movie of 2008 (Basing on the box-office draw happening around the world, this is just as fearless a forecast as it could get). The second of the Batman series that is set to become a trilogy is lengthy enough to satisy the viewer and juicy enough for them to crave for more. With that said, Will I be looking forward to the third installation of the series? Of course I am! but the question is; will it carry the same weight as the second film? That ladies and gentlemen is the biggest question of all.

It is a batman flick. Needless to say that the billionaire playboy in the Batsuit, driving around town in a batmobile or a batcycle is the primordial focus of the movie. And I have to say that Christopher Nolan, the director, has done a marvelous job in accomplishing that in the first movie (batman begins). As for the second movie, the spotlight was split into two or three if you count Harvey Dent. In as much as the movie tried to stay focused on the caped crusader. The Joker character is just too much to ignore. The joker is the light of the shade, the yin of the yang, Chiaroscurro. When Nolan describe the character of the Joker as ” the ultimate villain”, he was not joking. As a matter of fact, I think that is even an understatement. Now with Ledger gone, What kind villain would appear in the third movie. Who would dare to step on the Joker’s shoes knowing that its just to big a shoe to fill.

Heath Ledger played the role like it was the role he was born to play. Thinking about the Jack Nicholson portrayal of the Joker on the Michael Keaton’s batman starrer, i think it is a joke. Don’t get me wrong; I admire nicholson as an actor, but Ledger’s portrayal of the arch villain made nicholson’s performance like a child play. The greatest irony of the movie is that; the joker’s character is just to dark that it casted an ethereal light on the entire movie itself.  The character is simply devoid of empathy. Twitchier, Edgier. It is madness personified.

Rumors have it that Ledger took the portrayal of the joker too seriously. I guess  to seriously. Ledger lived in a hotel room alone for a month to formulate the Joker’s psyche and posture. he even kept a diary to record the joker’s thoughts and feelings as a guide to his portrayal. After completing the movie, Ledger confided to one major newspaper that his role has affected his ablility to sleep, admitting that he is taking Zolpidem or Ambien pills. Zolpidem is a prescription medication used for the short-term treatment of insomnia, as well as some brain disorders. He said on an interview “Last week I probably slept an average of two hours a night. … I couldn’t stop thinking. My body was exhausted, and my mind was still going.”

Last January 22, 2008, Heath Ledger passed away. The cause of death is an accident, resulting from the abuse of prescription medications. Looking back, I remember the Joker’s line to the batman at the end of the movie, He said ” Madness is just like gravity, all you need is a little push”.

Heath Ledger once said “When I die, My money’s not gonna come with me. My movies will go on for people to judge what I was as a person” I have to agree with it, but you left too soon Mr. Ledger… You left too soon.

Eraserheads Reunion!

It’s a day filled with slow news.I must have yawn a hundred times when something happened. I was just skimming through the pages of a major philippine daily when something caught my eyes. i was thinking if my eyes just played a trick on me again or have I just read a title that would shake me age to the core? I have to double back to the previous page, and there it was. A new article with a title that I have prayed for so long. it reads: Flash: Eraserheads reunite!

My hunger vanished. Eraserheads will be coming together, at least for one night. August 30, 2008 at the CCP Open grounds. The article mentioned that it took one big company to organize the reunion. the company is still not named. Whoever that company is. Thank You!

This is the stuff that wet dreams are made of. 🙂 I look forward.

Naknang…

Kulang ako sa tulog palagi. sobrang daming ginagawa. walang time para mag wordpress kadalasan, wala ding sex (pohta…) ang tindi tuloy ng stress. Wala namang magawa kasi kailangang gawin ang kung anong responsibilidad na nakatoka sa’yo. Ang hinihingi ko lang sana ay konting konsiderasyon sa ilang mga bagay-bagay na nakakadagdag sa ikakasira ng araw mo. Hindi naman siguro masamang makiusap.

Ang Daming problema dito sa manila. Mga bagay na sana ay hindi na pinuproblema. Lumipat kami ng opis. Ganda ng building, hay tets ang pasilitis pero hindi ganoon kagaan ang trabaho at sobrang init paglabas ng building. Parang sinusunog ang bumbunan mo paglabas, mamamawis lahat pati jetlogs mo. paksyet. Pagdating sa kalsada ang hirap pumara ng sasakyan. Nasanay na kasi ang mga mamang drayber na paharurotin ang kanilang mga mean machine pagdating sa parteng yun ng commonwealth kasi dati rati ang mga pumapara lang sa mga sasakyan dun ay white lady.  Kahit hindi ka relihiyoso ang mapapadasal ka na sana ay may safety conscious driver na alalay kung magpatakbo para makahinto pag pinara mo o di naman kaya ay may pupugak-pugak na sasakyan na tumirik bago makalagpas sayo.

Pagkasakay mo (after 10 years) medyo maganda ang biyahe sa upmisa. mula commonwealth hanggang makarating ka sa LTO opis okay ang biyahe. Pero pagpasok mo ng EDSA umpisa nanaman ang “Aba ginoong marya”. Patayan ang trafic, mabuburat ka talaga, pero ang masahol ay kung natraffic ka sa tabi ng poste ng MRT, Nakooowww!!! Pagkalaki laking tarpauline ng mukha ni pareng Bayani ang babati sayo.  Kaayusan… Metro gwapito… etc. Ang kapal ng kumag. after nagdeclare na tatakbong presidente sa 2010 biglang nagsilabasan ang poster. Obvious na pamumulitika. Misan tuloy naiisip kong bumili ng kamatis bago ako pumasok para pag natraffic ako sa tabi ng poste ng MRT babatuhin ko ng kamatis yung poster pay at least may magawa akong productive. kaso lang mahal ang kamatis ngayon.

Pinipilit kong huwag matulog sa bus kasi hindi daw safe. sa dami ng pasaway sa mundo. kahit hindi safe, matutulog na lang ako.

Disturbed Slumber

For the likes of me who toil the midnight oil, literally, rest (a.k.a. sleep) is sacred. Call it blasphemy all you want but I care a rat’s ass about it. These days, I would stay in my bed until my back blisters and my behind feels really sore. And honestly? I feel fine. I only have few regrets in becoming a self proclaimed weekend bum; I miss writing. Yet most of the time I still feel that I am blameless. If you stare at a 24 inch LCD monitor, 8 hours a day , 5 days a week for a job, you wouldn’t want to see a screen glow for the next two days. But, Today is an exemption.
 
I started my Sunday (my Sunday clock starts at 9:00 am) with the usual trip to nanay Carmen’s turo-turo. A nilagang baka breakfast (Nanay Carmen’s especialty) every Sunday has become part of my routine. upon entering the carinderia, I waved at Nanay Carmen and give her the cutest school boy smile I could muster. She waved back at me but I noticed that the smile is not like what it used to be. Nanay Carmen is at her early 60’s. But despite the age, she still keeps a lively disposition in life. She loves to joke around, and calls me anak (like she does with almost everyone she likes).
 
It’s almost 3 years now that I frequent Nanay’s turo-turo. during those days when I was thinking that Manila is to congested for me and it’s nights are to gloomy, Nanay is one of those few people who showed me otherwise. Part of the few people is Tuying, a 7 years old son of a drunkard. I met Tuying one rainy September afternoon of 2005. It was must be a Sunday then because I’m at nanay’s place. I was at the middle of my steamy nilaga when a boy approached my as he did with everyone else in the place. he stood in front of my table and said “Kuya penge ng pera,” the tone is courteous. It must be a day after payday then that I felt generous. Most of the time, I would just say “wala akong pera, sorry”. That time I reached inside my pocket and gave him a five peso coin. After the boy left Nanay approached and sat at the available chair beside me. She told me the boy’s story. I learned that the boy is using the money for “baon” in school, that nanay let him eat the turo-turo everyday, That the boy’s mother is gone and his good for nothing father, as nanay would call him, is going. I don’t know but I feel impressed with the kid. With a life like that, ordinary kids should have given up schooling a long time, but not Tuying. He would go to school even if it means he have to beg his way to it. That was the beginning. I usually join the boy on his table when I come to the place and find him eating there as well (if he is not out begging for some money anywhere else). He talks a lot, but he also takes time to listen. A good sign of intelligence. He loves to joke around. He told me a lot of corny joke that you could only expect from a kid. The jokes eased the loneliness in me somehow. He is street smart, with the kind of life he has, he needed to be.
 
Today, In the middle of consuming my steamy nilaga, as I’ve done a hundred times before, I can’t help but to glanced at every table. Nanay approached my table and sat beside me, like she did a hundred times. She put her gentle hand over my arms and said “kailangan mo na ulit masanay kumain mag-isa tuwing linggo”, I looked at her face puzzled, she have this pained look painted on her usually smiling eyes. She told me that Tuying passed away last thursday, I was in shock. Other datails about Tuying’s passing escaped my understanding. I did not ask any question. All I understood is that he came to Nanay’s place after school with a fever. That Nanay took him to the hospital, That Nanay was there with him during those critical times and his turo-turo was closed. That some of the medicine that Tuying needed is so expensive and the Government hospital doesn’t have it available. It happened so fast, Tuying left this world a little after 4:00 AM last Thursday.
 
The nilagang baka all of the sudden tastes so bland. but what left bad taste to the mouth is that fact that a hundred of Tuyings are lying in government hospitals right now. With no medicines for them in the hospital pharmacy and with no money to buy it with outside. They will go back to search for answer in the only place in the hospital where service is for free, the chapel. Yet even that place won’t provide answers, it provides only hope. And hope is not something you could always hold on to. In Tuying’s case, Nanay could only do so much.
It is depressing to think that while our senate continuously talk about corruption in public television, we still can’t do anything about it. Hundreds of Tuyings are dying everyday because the money that should go to the coffers of the hospitals to buy equipment and medicines went to the pockets of officials who is worthy of public execution. We all know that a crime of corruption has been committed but what other things have we done so far aside from senate inquiry in aid of legislation? None! Our call for change has fallen on deaf ears. Senator’s who have expressed their willingness to run for the Presidency on 2010 is cautious in a making a stand on this issue. Is it to early to Sirs? What hope does the weak and underprivileged of this country have when the good people they believe in has lost their courage to fight for the right cause.
 
What do we have left? what do we have left but ourselves. Let this be an appeal, a call to arms. A call to arm ourselves with enough tenacity to keep fighting for justice when it seem lost. A call to arm ourselves with enough vigilance to keep us grounded from what is right and wrong. A call to arm ourselves with enough prayer to keep us guided. and a call to arm ourselves with enough hope that our heart will stand his ground. A time might come when our patriotism will waiver and our courage will fail, but it it will not be in this time. Not in our generation. A call to arm ourselves with enough fortitude to respond just in case history summon us to come together again.
 
Wake up from this deep slumber, I will…

Stand!

 Fist

It was 4:00 PM. Everyone in PBCom building was in a hurry to go home. Our training class was dismissed earlier than usual. The inter-faith rally has begun. The management is worried of hooliganism, the rest of us was just worried about walking the distance from PBCom tower to the MRT station in Ayala.

I packed my things, picked my back pack ang head towards the exit. speeches ang yells from the nearby Paseo de Roxas greeted me as I stepped out. Headed towards the underpass and was determined to start the long walk.

As we pass through Paseo, Enoch, a co-worker asked me if we could stay for a while and listen to what the politicians are saying. I was really not in the mood for hanging around that day. At the same time, I am not interested in listening to politicians saying what has been said before. The same banana, different day. You just get tired of it. At the same time, it actually feels like watching a comedy seeing Erap egging a President to step down (Whether that president was actually elected by the majority or won the presidency by fraud).  I Said no, but Enoch is persistent. Eventually, I agreed. As we move forward to get a better look at the crowd, I was amazed. It’s a sea of humanity. 

It has been a while since I last attended a protest rally. That was way back college years when I was still an active member of the College Editors Guild of the Philippines (CEGP) Cagayan Valley. Along the way things happen, somehow, you get disillusioned or simply got tired of things. That was the time when you turn your back and moved on.

I was beginning to feel dizzy, I was about to tell Enoch that I have to go, but he’s busy talking with someone. Eavesdropping to their conversation. I overheard that some protesters were unable to join the rally due to different reasons. Some were stopped at Laguna by LTO because of the Jeepneys permit to enter the metro and other groups were stopped because of phoney reasons.

I was thinking, If only the president allows the people accused of involvement in this multi-billion peso scam to come out in the open and try to clear their names, then there is no need for protests like this. Why is the Government so afraid of people coming together? Was it because there no longer any doubt in the mind of the populace that there are truths with Lozada’s testimony. Is the goverment (especially malacañang) beginning to fear its own shadow?

Right then and there, I feel like a college student again. Maybe, if the mind begins to forget, the heart never ceases to remember. Is my respect for my government taking a back seat if I ask myself how much I  love my country? The answer is without a doubt, YES!

During times like this, being neutral is a mortal sin. One needed to know if they are black or white. There is no middle ground for truth.

Enoch looked at me and said ” Tara na, malayo pa lalakarin natin” I looked at him and said, “una ka na bro, Maiiwan muna ako dito”.