three oh shit!
i just turned 30. i know i dont have to announce this as my weathered face is already a give away. when i was 20 i was worried about turning 25. didnt the great orson welles created his masterpieces before turning 25? janis joplin, jim morrison and kurt cobain all expired before turning 30. should i now go to the kitchen and stick my head into the oven?(sylvia plath died when she was 31.)
my birthday celebration started when i met jed at close to midnight in cubao after our taping. it wasnt really for a big parteeeh! but for a raket (i have one slated for next year, yahoooo!). but of course before we talked business, we made chismis first. it was nice meeting jed again actually. i was reminded of our care free days when we would start and end our day eating and drinking in timog. boy, did i had money back then. we went home at around 4am.
a few hours later, i was awakened by weng's text messages. i was late for my appointment in makati. I dashed to gma and then to the mrt station. it was already 12:45 when i arrived in ayala so i had approximately 10 minutes to reach my destination. instead of taking a cab, which i realized would be time consuming, i decided to run instead. so i found myself sprinting across sm makati, glorieta, landmark and finally to perea street. when i arrived in ASC's office, i was drenched in sweat.
this is how my two days went:
12 midnight: coffee and meeting with jed about a project
4am: home and sleeping
11am: a quick dash to makati for an appointment
1pm: rushed to e-rod for a quick pre-prod meeting.
7pm: timog studio for yet another meeting
11pm: previewed an episode on 4th floor
1am: at my mom's place writing two scripts, which turned out to be useless since the two scripts werent used during the taping
6am: went home for a quick nap
9 to 10pm: in production hell
10:30pm: in a taxi going home
as i went home, i thought of the previous days, particularly me turning (tang-ina!) 3-0h. on one hand, i was blessed with beautiful friends and relatives. nagpapasalamat talaga ako sa mga naka-alala, nakiramay, nag-congratulate, bumati, at nagparamdam. on another, i think my birthdays are becoming shittier and shittier every year.
a few weeks ago, i was with mj. he was telling me about how paolo ballesteros came to our studio. i admit, i once had a huge crush on paolo.
"buti na lang wala ako," i said. "i look shitty."
"korek!" replied mj.
last friday, i was having coffee with rochelle. i was running around the entire day so when we finally had our dinner i was a bit nauseous. apparently, i wasnt able to digest my food well so i had to go to the comfort room three times to throw up.
"you look terrible," rochelle said.
"no, ill be ok in a few minutes," i said.
"no, you really look terrible."
"what do you mean?"
"you look jologs."
my friend ladies and gentlemen.
so i'm 30. honestly i think i need a makeover.