A DAY IN THE LIFE

As soon as I got here in front of this so called desk of mine, I realized that tomorrow is the first day of the busiest month of the year. Yup, it’s December already. Have you ever noticed as you grow older that when December gets nearer the farther Christmas seems to be? Maybe that sentiment just proves that Christmas is only for the children. During the holiday season, we adults (or at least most of us) usually have only one thing on our mind— buying gifts. We worry ourselves to death trying to figure out how in Santa’s name are we going to finish our christmas shopping in time (let alone pay for it).

I started typing this entry more than two hours ago and I believe I’m not even halfway through. It’s because I’m in front of this so called desk of mine (and yes, my stubborn self still insisted in blogging). Ahh, today’s menu: stress. Or is it the flavor of the month? Aside from the voice in my head that’s telling me to stop, another thing that would make me do so is the fact that it took me more than thirty minutes just to finish this second paragraph.

A long December, and there’s reason to believe. Maybe this year will be better than the last.

I checked Kuya’s blog this morning and found that he also wrote something about the holidays. Wavelength.

Two Fridays ago I was having LBM and it was terrible. Last Friday, my stomach was aching once again and it felt great— finally, I (along with my perennial date, Ainah) was able to watch Rex Navarrete live at Cinema 1 of SM North Edsa. It was one hell of a great show! Everybody laughed their hearts out at the Husky Boy’s genius and witty humor. It’s like laughing gas was being sprayed inside the venue. My jaw felt really tired after continously bursting into laughter during the show’s entirety but it was well worth it (but the fun didn’t end after the show because afterwards we went to Makati to meet fellow Econsoc alumni for a friday night G).

Of course, my Rex Navarrete experience wouldn’t be complete if I don’t get his autograph and a picture taken with him. So we waited for him outside the cinema and when he finally came, I signed for an autograph, got two pictures taken, congratulated him on his show and then I shook his hand and wham! I’ve met rockstars, basketball players, movie personalities and other celebrities before but I’ve never been this starstru… I mean, mesmerized (man, I hate that talent search show). It was so surreal. Maybe because for jokers like me, meeting a comedian of his stature is a real privilege and honor. A great deal of respect— that’s what I felt for him the moment we talked. Others might comment that, "C’mon, he’s only a comedian!" But I’d rather be in the company of a comedian than a politician. The former tells a joke people laugh at while the latter is the joke itself but nobody’s laughing. Anyways, after more than an hour of telling funnies, it was weird to see Rex look and talk serious (it was like talking to my father). But then I remembered— he is a clown.

If I can go back in time during my kindergarten graduation I would say, "When I grow up I want to be like Rex Navarrete and be a real badass madapaka."

A severe stomach ache woke me up last Thursday morning so I went to the restroom running to score a 2. Swoosh! A buzzer-beater. Little did I know that it was a best-of-something series. I was having a very LBM. I really felt weak after taking a bath that morning and I started having chills and fever. As always, my paranoid self texted my two beautiful private doctors, Nancy and Reggie and asked about my condition. I also told them about the things I ate the night before— buttered corn, beef steak and rice, vanilla ice cream, elbow macaroni soup and sugar-coated pili nuts. Yummy, huh? Thanks to Ainah (who just finished her training and who will officially be a Makati girl on Monday), I got my much needed supplies: goto, gatorade, bananas and paracetamol. My fever was gone Friday morning but my bout with LBM was not yet over, thus my wet weekend (I can hear ewws). I woke up this morning feeling a lot better and it seems that my LBM is gone because this afternoon it was a tonk instead of a splat.

Blogging has been a part of my so called therapy. It’s been more than two weeks since I posted my last entry.  Aside from the panic attacks that are becoming more frequent these past few days and the sheer frustration of finding a new job, my endless worrying about things people clichedly want and expect from me is driving me crazy— and I went from blog to blag.

Shit happens.

* I got this entry’s title from Rex Navarrete’s SBC Packers (I’m a big fan of his). I e-mailed him last September asking him when his next show here in the country would be and he told me that it will be this November (yes, he replied). After two months, I again checked his website and woohoo! …he has a show on Friday at SM North Edsa, a repeat of his Badass Madapaka! show. I told myself that I’m going to watch that show. I’m going to watch that show! I just hope that I don’t get another LBM on or before Friday.