Between being disgusted by the Pork Barrel Scam and the absurdity of the fact that the perpetrators and backers get away unpunished, Panic! at the Disco announcing the hiatus of its drummer, Spencer Smith, as he battles against drug addiction leaving Brendon Urie the only one in the band from the original quartet, finally being able to meet up with ghei friends after not seeing each other for more than practically a month, watching Team Gilas Pilipinas valiantly make its way to the FIBA Asia Finals (and consequently, to the FIBA World Cup), being told that the Broadway musical Wicked: The Untold Stories of the Witches of Oz is coming to Manila after a successful online petition, learning that Bastille and Linkin Park performed at the same music festival in Japan and begging the heavens for such a thing to happen again that I can experience, celebrating the birthday of twin friends while casually evaluating the (more than a) decade-long friendship over cakes, karaoke, and nonchalantly trying to murder each other in the pool and under the mattresses (haha, really), clutching my heart as Team Pilipinas succumb to a loss against Iran and settle for the silver, and realizing that the awaited Linkin Park concert for which I will fight tooth and nail against anybody and anything that will keep me from attending is just another night of sleep away, I am a scatterbrained heap of incredulity and giddiness and anticipation and just – nerves.
