I'm excited!

still a bit shaken.

my 8-month old car was hit by a 10-wheeler truck barely 4 hours ago. i was in Meralco Avenue on my way to the hospital where my nephew is confined, when this enormous stupid piece of vehicle swerved and hit the left side of my car. i managed to step on the break and prevent further damage as he continued to skid and put a nice big gash on my car and flip the side mirror outwards.

if you happened to pass by this area around 4 pm earlier, we were the ones causing the slowdown. and man, i've never been that furious in my entire life. i tried to manage my temper but when this stupid truck driver with his mocking smile insisted that i was at fault (when clearly, if you see the damage on my car, i was the one HE hit), i kinda lost it and I almost wanted to cuss big time, but i didn't. Pardon the words, pero may kagaguhan talaga.

my car has this ugly scar now and i have to sort out the insurance, the repair, my sched when i can't use it. just not the best time if i may say.

nevertheless, i'm just thankful i'm still in one piece. if the truck had been any faster or swerved a litttle more to the right, i could've been crushed, just like that.

i'm keeping this short and bittersweet.

five years, and yet i am not completely happy about celebrating it. a part of me wants to be, with all the things i've learned, and all the people i've met. but the more i stay, the more i become redundant. redundant and stuck in the same rut i've been in.

true, i don't mind getting things done. at the end of the day, it's not getting credit, it's about getting the work done. to be honest, i don't like counting.

i love being depended upon, but not for all time. we all take baby steps but at some point, we must start running.

everyone gets tired.
and i'm just like everyone, five years after.

Out of curiosity, I checked out this group that an online contact had been twitting about and now I'm hooked.

Scala and Kolacny Brothers is a group composed of a youth choir from Aarschot, Belgium, roughly sixty teenage girls, directed by two talented brothers, covering mainstream music, such as Damien Rice's The Blowers Daughter and Depeche Mode's Somebody.

Here's a sample of them singing U2's With Or Without You.

it's true that we all have a terminal disease, and it is called life. mortality is the great human equalizer - we will all be leaving behind this carbon-based existence one way or the other.

the past few days i've been thinking - is it all worth it?

we wake up, we toil, we smile, we stress, we love, we fight, we create, we seek. but still, every story will end.

and yet i sometimes imagine that our lives are compositions, each moment defined by a chord and a tempo, adagios and vivos following each other. there are high notes and low notes and midtones.

my life may not be a Bach. or a Mozart, and lately i feel like it's out of sync at times. but i've learned to accept that a beautiful symphony doesn't always need to be happy and high all the time; that how the low, thick and sad sounds fit in make it all the more interesting.

the more i philosophize, the more i realize this life's worth it.

and i want to see how this melody ends.

P.S.
who knows, another's harmony might just make it extra special.