So yeah, last Monday I went and turned 28 (I just couldn’t scrape up the time to write though, where does time go anyway?). This year, it was a day well spent in doing absolutely nothing. Well, not really ‘nothing’ since I was making a website while watching TV and inhaling vast amounts of coffee. It was too hot and humid for October, but it was chill and steady in general. I contemplated being a year older again, decided that 28 doesn’t feel like anything special and resumed working.
Like what I said last year, it would have been nicer to get some special effects when you “level up” another year. Cake (ref cake) is nice though, and blowing out the candle on another year spent living is significant if you realize the irony of “snuffing out.” (And like last year, I figuratively watched the sun set with Rem.)
Here’s an abrupt segue: Did you see the Magandang Gabi Bayan Patayin sa Shokot ang Buong Bayan Special? I did, and boy, oh boy. I have to admit – Kabayan Noli’s first few lines gave me the chills. I found the last bit, the one with the little boy and his ‘imaginary friend’ that turned out to be a demon named Golok, especially chilling. (Note to parents: please do not assume that every friend your kid refers to by first name is from something they saw on TV like Barney, Dora and SpongeBob. They might be evil supernatural creatures bent on taking your children to the fiery depths of Hell. Got that? End PSA.)
Certainly brought me back to nights when Kuya and I watched re-enactments of aswang attacks, ghost sightings and other supernatural apparitions apparating away (floating caskets FTW!). This was usually done under the cover of blankets, with the lights out, and with the optional whimpers of fear. Bathroom breaks were done quickly during commercials though I hoped to Batman that I wouldn’t need to go. What if an undin suddenly and randomly chose to appear in the toilet bowl? Contingency plans for ghosts, aswangs, tiktiks, giant dogs and pigs with fangs, kapres, manananggals, tikbalangs, white ladies, duwendes, and undins, among other terrifying things with fangs and claws were carefully made (read: all of them involved lots and lots of running).
These days, I have contingency plans for losing my job, losing my passion, and losing money. I guess that’s what’s different. I’m still afraid of crossing paths with a giant pig in bakya and get swiped at by the random manananggal while waiting for a bus, but I also live in fear of unemployment. It’s true that 28 doesn’t feel like much, though I must say that I sometimes miss being 8.
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