I remember being scared at being 27. When I turned 26, it was just one year older than 25. But when I was turning 27, I felt panic at the thought of being 30. Hindi ako takot of aging because of wrinkles and all those stuff. Atleast not yet. But I got scared because I started to ask if what I've doing with my life even makes sense, if I was living my dream, if this is who I wanted to be. I've been telling everyone I went through a quarterlife crisis, and I think I really did. I may not be where I used to be but what I went through was real. My 27th year was dark, and yet colorful, and looong. It was fast, yet long. A lot of stuff happened.
My birthday this year was just a regular day. I went out and I spent the night with college friends (TeamFourOne) and I had a great time. I seriously did. I felt...like a grown up. We were in Jojo's condo. Maj owns a car. Aris showed up after a long time, and talked about getting married to Jaja this December. Wellong in Dubai was on Skype being all goofy, and sometimes serious. He was scolding Melay for gaining weight, like a real guy friend, while Melay was asking him about his annullment. Jed and I had those conversations about our dream to write and do films, except now she's living hers, while me on the otherhand, process orders for motor oils and lubricants. Ang dami nang nangyari sa buhay nila, napag-iwanan na ako sa experience. Salamat sa booze, magulo sila. Ako lang ang KJ. Pero enjoy pa din.
Nung binati ako ng nanay ko, sabi niya habang akap ako, "Twenty-eight na ang anak ko, ang tino-tino." Natawa ako nung una. Pero naisip ko, marami man akong hindi pa nasusubukan at napupuntahan, pero tumanda naman akong hindi nagbigay ng sakit ng ulo sa mga magulang 'ko, okay na din.
Now that I'm 28, I'm no longer scared.
God, thank you po sa nakaraang taon.
