By Delfin Mercado It is morning once again. The night has come and gone in a whirlwind f blurred colors and hushed voices. The stale half of a jelly-filled donut lies on top of a bundle of envelopes and paper. Crushed coffee cups, cigarette butts and empty fastfood cartons litter the floor.
On every available bench and chair, someone is trying to catch a few minutes of sleep. The effect of that last cup of coffee I drank a few hours ago is already wearing off. My eyelids are drooping and I'm tempted to doze off for a while but I know that I shouldn't. It's "crunch time: in the Collegian office, and everyone is tapping on their laptops like crazy. The sound of the typing mingles with the monotonous buzzing of the airconditioner to seemingly mumble: "hush baby, close your eyes."
Sleep is the greatest flaw of humankind. Half of our lives is wasted on sleep. Imagine how much time that is. Without sleep, we could do twice as much. I wish I could go on working for days on end, without ever batting an eyelash.
The fellow beside me is yawning while squinting at a particularly red draft flashing on his laptop screen. One of the editors is lying on the floor face down, muttering "kill me now, kill me now." Behind me, an irate layout artist is pacing the floor, calming herself while waiting for articles to turn up. Far beyond, in the next room, I could hear someone snoring. A fallen warrior, dead to the world.
Sleep is a temptation. And losers succumb to it easily. Evading sleep is a skill and an art, a combination of proper training and right tricks of the trade. In this fast world where everything is paid by the hour, mastering the art of staying awake is the key to social mobility.
Mankind's civilization will reach its highest point when humans finally eradicate sleep. With people staying awake all the time, more hours may be spent on valuable research or in the creation of the best artworks.
The fellow beside me has also fallen to the trap, head on keyboard. A few moments from now, the few who have remained standing will also fall. I must outlive them. I am efficient. I am the man. I will defeat sleep. It has been three days since the last time I was able to sleep on my own bed. Or sleep at all. I don't sleep - I take naps.
Just a little bit more and I'll outlast them. Poor, unfortunate, inefficient souls.
The morning sun is already showing its might. The letters in my laptop screen are slowly turning in a psychedelic fashion. Hello, Mr. Sandman.
[Published in the Philippine Collegian, September 8, 2011] Labels: #cw, %english, `life
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By Delfin Mercado It is morning once again. The night has come and gone in a whirlwind f blurred colors and hushed voices. The stale half of a jelly-filled donut lies on top of a bundle of envelopes and paper. Crushed coffee cups, cigarette butts and empty fastfood cartons litter the floor.
On every available bench and chair, someone is trying to catch a few minutes of sleep. The effect of that last cup of coffee I drank a few hours ago is already wearing off. My eyelids are drooping and I'm tempted to doze off for a while but I know that I shouldn't. It's "crunch time: in the Collegian office, and everyone is tapping on their laptops like crazy. The sound of the typing mingles with the monotonous buzzing of the airconditioner to seemingly mumble: "hush baby, close your eyes."
Sleep is the greatest flaw of humankind. Half of our lives is wasted on sleep. Imagine how much time that is. Without sleep, we could do twice as much. I wish I could go on working for days on end, without ever batting an eyelash.
The fellow beside me is yawning while squinting at a particularly red draft flashing on his laptop screen. One of the editors is lying on the floor face down, muttering "kill me now, kill me now." Behind me, an irate layout artist is pacing the floor, calming herself while waiting for articles to turn up. Far beyond, in the next room, I could hear someone snoring. A fallen warrior, dead to the world.
Sleep is a temptation. And losers succumb to it easily. Evading sleep is a skill and an art, a combination of proper training and right tricks of the trade. In this fast world where everything is paid by the hour, mastering the art of staying awake is the key to social mobility.
Mankind's civilization will reach its highest point when humans finally eradicate sleep. With people staying awake all the time, more hours may be spent on valuable research or in the creation of the best artworks.
The fellow beside me has also fallen to the trap, head on keyboard. A few moments from now, the few who have remained standing will also fall. I must outlive them. I am efficient. I am the man. I will defeat sleep. It has been three days since the last time I was able to sleep on my own bed. Or sleep at all. I don't sleep - I take naps.
Just a little bit more and I'll outlast them. Poor, unfortunate, inefficient souls.
The morning sun is already showing its might. The letters in my laptop screen are slowly turning in a psychedelic fashion. Hello, Mr. Sandman.
[Published in the Philippine Collegian, September 8, 2011] Labels: #cw, %english, `life
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tagboard soon
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The cat loves to purr, and meow, and hiss. She's a very noisy cat, obviously. Kitty loves to sleep, next to her love for food. Food she loves include pizza, pasta, crepes, pancakes, cakes, milktea,burgers, etc. She loves being worshipped. Bow down to me!!! She loves cuddles, unless we're not close, eew don't touch me freak.
This kitty is in-love with a non-reacting bunny. He's always acting cool, and fails at it. He is crazy and loves computers.
This is still pretty much under construction; hence the emptiness.
Adopted Trees.
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