Mokoryofulufu

I just came from a 2 hour telecon. Tired as expected. But more sad, that tired. Unbelievable, just how many brilliant minds were working to solve a soapy problem with the (seemingly) looming thought that whatever mistake we might make could turn the whole world upside down, start another war or open another gaping hole on the ozone. Yes, if we get through this campaign and air this new ad the best possible way, we will end up with a better world.

Here's the sucker. If I'm complaining so much, why don't I just unmute the phone and shout out: What the hell is it that you really want? I've only been in this business 5 years and already I feel as jaded as a 300 year old man.

Funny thing, when I walked into the meeting, I already had an inkling that it wouldn't go well. Do they ever? Do they ever? I'm just in a f**ed up mood right now, but I know that if I dig well enough into my subconscious I could find some memories of meetings that did go well. This just isn't one of them.

So going back to the bad trip point. Five years, five years and already I'm running on empty. Five years...four pa lang pala! Hay :c How will I even last? But the reality is, I have to make it last. This is, after all, a job. You know, something you have to do to get what do they call that...money?

Ay, oo nga pala.

A part of me wants to say: C'mon look at the bright side, they are good people after all. Yeah yeah. Ok, to be fair, they are good people. A bit rude in some meetings, but I can't say we always put in our best behavior even in the most heated arguments. Ok. There, they're good people. Good, meaning, they don't do this to intentionally hurt the other people on the other side of the phone. Good, meaning, basta, they're not evil.

But please, after this meeting, allow me to wallow in self-pity. Parang...okay lang if we were all trapped inside this room brainstorming about the cure for cancer. Or about the fool-proof path to world peace. But no. Sabon. Wow men. Sabon.

Okay, cey, mareklamo ka? Then get out. Yeah right. Get out your face. I guess this is one of those reasons that make being a grown up so much un-fun compared to being a kid. You realize you have to do things because, well, you have to. You no longer do things out of whim, out of wanting to, out of knowing that at the end of all this shit you're going to find fulfillment.

Bwahahahaha.

Bilangin na lang natin ang blessings. Were it not for clients like these, who will pay our salary? Ang lungkot naman ng thought na yun. Sad, sad sad, but oh so freaking true.


Ang sarap tuloy gumawa ng wishlist:
1. Sana manalo ako sa lotto nang hindi tumataya. Oh wouldn't it be wonderful if a stray lotto ticket would come flying in the air and land so magically on my knee as I sit watching the television surfing the channels and suddenly chance upon the results on channel 4. Tapos winning numbers yung nasa magic lotto ticket. At 200 gazillion ang pot. Potek, ang saya non men. Tapos bibili ako ng ahensya at ng kompanya tapos ako ang writer pati kliyente. Tungaw...magpapagulong-gulong na lang pala 'ko sa pera. Fine, bibigyan ko din yung nararapat.

2. Clients who'd tell you, "Overall I like it." nang walang kadungtong na But...

3. Pero yung may input pa rin ha. Di naman yung tipong nag-present ka lang sa sarili mo. And if you think their inputs won't do anything to make the ad better, you could all just forget about it, tapos bati na kayo.

4. Clean air forever.

5. Tubuan ng kulugo ang lahat ng kurakot. One kulugo for every peso stolen.

6. Wala nang mahirap sa mundo.

7. Disiplina sa Pilipinas.

8. Good health sa lahat.

9. Wala nang masamang tao, hayop o kung ano pa man.

10. Rainbows kung kailan mo gusto. Kahit walang ulan before they appear.

11. Free time on demand.

12. Chocolates na nakakapayat habang kinakain.

13. Mahaba at masayang buhay sa lahat ng may gusto nito.

Wow...ayan. konting lungkot na lang. Hmmm, parang eto ang equivalent to making one thousand jumping jacks to create enough endorphins to erase the sorrow. Pero napagod daliri ko. Okay lang.

Isa pa palang wish. Gusto kong mag-Bora.