Beaches are great and all but I have a waste of a waist so I prefer heading to the mountains (I’ve done this, like, three times in my life), the sosyal probinsya (Tagaytay, I guess) or y’know, just staying in bed. But Joey played a Baler gig last weekend and since I’ve never been there, I asked to tag along.
I made a lot of bad decisions in my early to mid-20s. Ya know, minor stuff: choosing to get involved with the wrong kind of men or being so arrogant that I put my future in danger. No big deal.
Welp, it’s October and I am officially jealous of everyone on Instagram. At least those who get to experience autumn.
Everything is so warm and bathed in golden light, it’s unbelievable. My heart aches for fall: to see leaves change their colors, for frosty mornings spent in oversized sweaters, for withered trees and the smells of pumpkin, apple, and cinnamon.
Meanwhile, my October looks like that ^^^up there^^^ when it’s not all gross and sunny. Sure, Manila afternoons are quite nice now that golden hour is actually a little bit golden, but it’s hardly enjoyable when you’re stuck in the city or in the office.
I just want to live in a country where seasons change.
I am not a morning person but as a responsible adult, I try to be up and checking my Clash of Clans village when my alarm goes of at 630am. However, if I had my way, I wouldn’t roll out of bed until after 9. In fact, almost every morning begins with a pep talk where I give myself reasons to get my day started.
Some of these are:
1. Helga, you can’t be late for work anymore so let’s go.
2. Helga, you don’t make money sleeping so let’s go.
3. Helga, you’ll feel awake mid-shower so let’s go.
The last one is the most effective way to get me out of bed because no matter how sleepy I am, I know I’m bound to be 100% awake after a nice, hot shower. So as soon as I am (rudely) awakened by my alarm (vibrate + Ripples so it’s not so, erm, alarming) I put away my phone, grab my towel and grudgingly make my way to the bathroom.
I wish there were better ways to wake up, though. I have a few ideas:
1. Breakfast buffets.
2. News of Metro Manila finally being free of its traffic problems (means I can clock in another hour of sleep!).
3. My cats calling a permanent truce amongst themselves.
4. Joey telling me he’s getting me lipo for Christmas.
Pobre me, I can only dream.
As if mornings weren’t hard enough, alarm clocks can be such mean things (I have one— an actual one— that goes off randomly while I’m DeepInREM.exe). Don’t you wish there was an app that would making waking up a better, more fun experience?
Enter: the NESCAFÉ Wake Up App (free at the App Store and Google Play Store).
The NESCAFÉ Wake Up App allows you or your friends to record a 10-second video to save or send to each other so that you may set it as an alarm. It can be something that will get you going, like your friends screaming at you to get up; or something, uh, sweet like your SO snoring (because that’s your cue to wake up and adjust their head to make it stop). Whichever video you choose, it’s sure to beat the marimba tone.
You can even wake up to a different alarm/video every day because you can store them in the gallery!
(On Mondays, we wake up to the sounds of our hopes and dreams fading away.)
Now who’s up for a challenge?
Meet Sammy Snooze, the sleepiest dude in the Philippines (I know quite a few guys like him):
He needs your help waking up lest he sleeps through the major things in life. This week, he is in danger of sleeping through an important family trip. I know what it’s like because it almost happened to me a couple of weekends ago (blame it on the a-a-alcohol).
Here’s how you can join (and win stuff, yay!):
It’s as easy as falling asleep!
There’ll be weekly #WakeUpSammy challenges until the 24th, with the final challenge happening soon at the Glorietta 5 Activity Center. Yep, Sammy Snooze will be sleeping in the middle of the mall and it’s OUR job, as a nation of carpe diem-entors, to wake him up.
Are y’all up for the challenge?
When I was in high school, I devoured Chicken Soup for the Soul books like crazy. Someone would bring them to class and because I didn’t have the means to buy my own, I’d have every page of every Chicken Soup book that would land on my lap photocopied.