I’ve always been an insomniac, for as long as I can remember. So much so, that I remember one particular period in my life when my body clock was so screwed up that I got accustomed to sleeping at 5 in the afternoon, then waking up at 11 to eat dinner and do my schoolwork until it’s time to get ready at around 5 in the morning. Woah, looking back, I guess I’m a cheating insomniac, on the count that I actually managed to get some sleep.
But I’ve figured out why I stay up too late. It’s probably because I hate that moment between lying down and actual sleep. The minutes when you just wait for yourself to get tired of yawning and thought-drowning as you resign yourself to slumber. And my insomnia stems from avoiding those precise minutes - that I tire myself so that the second I lie down, I close my eyes and sleep. Like how it’s supposed to be.
They say the moments in between of two ironies are essential in finding out the reality enclosed in them. Like the moment of a coin toss, between heads or tails, lies the truth on which result you wish to show; or like the moment of a near-death experience, between life, and well, death, is where you know the people you love the most. In an insomniac’s case what could it be?
A good start would probably be his favorite parts of his entire day, seeing as sleep is the conclusion of every day. Or on the other hand, it could be what he wants to happen the most the following day. Or maybe what he wants to dream about, as my uncle once told me that you dream of the last thought in your mind before sleep.
Or maybe it’s a combination of everything! After all, when it’s cold, dark, and late, any thought in his mind would really be worth thinking of, right?
Nah, I still say he thinks about when he can finally get his fucking sleep.
I have always wanted to do this way back in my Multiply days. But I was so afriod of the backlash it would create, so I’d rather leave it here. I don’t have a lot of Bosconian followers anyway, so it wouldn’t hurt to post them now. Plus, I spent my entire High School life as part of the Student Council and Auxiliary Staff, that posting it then, where even teachers are followers of it - more for supervision than amusement - would be scholastic suicide.
1. No one seems to know where our Constitution and By-Laws are. Therefore, we can do absolutely anything we want in our little league, even impeach a president if we want to.
2. There have been fights over the JS Prom Food Tasting. Every January, while Fourth Year students are busy with their Entrepreneurship booths in the annual fair, us SC Officers start preparing for the February ball as well. And well, the inevitable happens, wherein we argue over the participants of the food-testing. Fortunately for me, in both times I was an organizer of the Prom, I managed to score myself the free meal in Sofitel’s Spiral, with the added dessert buffet in my Senior Year! By the way, the food’s always better in the food tasting, so don’t blame us if they don’t deliver the same way during the actual event. False advertising.
3. We do not always get along with the CECAC/SAC/whatever they call it nowadays. I had a plateau of experiences with this position, including a year when it was vacated. I personally have some beef with a certain CECAC, and graduating with an award was a proud achievement for me, since I can’t say the same for past SC Presidents with CECAC issues.
4. In the same way, we’re not always in good terms with the APSA. I should now, he blocked my clearance one year for not completing my SC tasks, when they (with CECAC) could’ve assigned it to someone else NOT in a leadership camp then. Tsk, oh well.
5. No, we do not coerce the Cheerdance judges to crown the Seniors as champions. That would have been pointless.
6. We actually know when there is a fire drill. Or at least the active members do. I credit my acting skills to these events, if such exist.
7. We also know a lot of not-so-interesting stuff. This includes no-class day, PAASCU schedules, inverted PAASCU scheds, and internal personal-political issues. Yes, we don’t only know where your favorite teachers are, we know why they left.
8. We cut class to eat lunch. This is precisely the reason why we have “emergency lunch meetings.” Oh, we cut them to sleep, too.
9. The Power of the Call Slip. There are a bunch of the APSA’s signed call slips under the desk of the CECAC. We just affix our names on it and voila, goodbye boring class.
10. The events don’t make us relevant. I swear, it’s the most irritating perception of the SC. Any club can make an event - just ask Auxilium and their Marian Rally - but only the SC can lead the students. Cheesy, yes; but the truth is, if you have successful events one after than the other, and yet the students are not disciplined enough to line themselves up properly, there must be something wrong. Oh, wait. Right.
Now, looking back, it wasn’t as interesting as I thought it would be. Haha. Timeliness counts, I guess, and unfortunately, timing isn’t one of my best aspects. Just ask anyone who has seen me dance.
Somehow, you can tell that Tumblr isn’t for the talkative.
But I want to detach myself from the too cryptic and forcibly profound 4E1T blog that I currently host, and allow myself to be mundane. After all, I’ve always claimed that the best part about me, is that I’m exactly myself. HAHAHA.
Expect Tagalog posts about practically anything. And English posts about things bordering on serious, or suicidal. Like this one! You decide, though. :>