current music: Only - Nine Inch Nails

I am crazy, crazy, crazily in awe of the video for Only - Nine Inch Nails. Hwow. And it's made with such sharp thought!

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I've had a long, yet sweet day. It's up there, definitely, although it didn't start right.

You see, the other day, my kid brother got into a car accident. He took some groupmates to McDonald's. He was handing food to the people seated at the back, when he didn't realize the car was in gear, and his foot wasn't on the brakes. The car lurched forward. When he slammed the brakes, he had already hit the back of a car.

This was yesterday, and the man he hit (who I found out today was a 75-year old former Barangay captain of Loyola Heights) didn't really get mad nor press charges. But the incident has stirred very 'protective' sentiments, and has advised us to use public transportation for the next few days. Especially since my brother had not asked permission to drive to McDo (which is walking distance from school) and that the LTO papers in the car are somehow, strangely missing.

So there. I took the jeep today. If I stank and I offended sensibilities, my apologies. And in advance, as well. I worry this'll be a trend for a few days.

And to think I had to brave the rain and accident-prone and mugging-prone commuting in order to make it early for an uninspiring Theology lecture, where we did nothing but elaborate on how terrible the state of my country is.

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That aside, I had lunch with the gang this afternoon. Haha. Ice cream and spaghetti always tastes better with good company. And so will any future adventures, which I look forward to with relish.

Now it's Jihan's storytelling, my directing, Mela's technical vision and RJ's management (SM siya!) that will get this thing going. And of course, brilliant work from our soon-to-be performers. :)

Yes, I am scared like hell with regards to the many-tiered complications that will go hand-in-hand with the production of Jihan's work. I, however, am happy to be part of this. It's gonna rock.

That is, so long as the four of us go hand in hand too.

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I thought I saw somebody from way, way back while Mela and myself were talking.

I wonder. I hope I was unnoticed. If only because I fear more arguments. (Because that's what we were always good at: disagreeing). If only because it's not easy to face your past and your regrets.

But then again, what does one do when he or she sees a ghost? Nothing, right? So what can I do? It's a misplaced page of an old chapter. It has no place in my present anymore.

Even if, in another, younger time, place and age, I'd have pushed back time's pace with all I had to go and make it so.