weekend

There is such a thing as too much of a good thing. Hindi na nakakatuwa 'to ha. Medyo naguguluhan na ako. Ayoko muna mag-isip ng kadramahan. Buti pa nga't magsulat na lang ako ng mga kwento. Even if I'm finding that cheating wives is stranger than fiction -- making it so much more interesting these days. Kahit pa ba ako ang bida -- at minsan, kontrabida.

And why the heck am I writing in Tagalog? Sometimes, it's just hard to express myself completely in English. Which has me thinking why the heck do I insist on making this relationship with J work? Sa Pinoy na lang kaya ako? Para hindi ko na kailangan pa i-explain kung bakit kumakain ako ng isaw, at kung bakit mahirap ipaliwanag kung bakit minsan paling pati mga graduates ng Ateneo, UP at DLSU (among other schools), at kung anu-ano 'pang ka-ekekan na hindi niya maintindihan. Ay ewan.

J's happy with his work, and that's good.

I'm not happy with my work (well, my written work), and that's not good.

And I'm not happy about other things as well (which I shall not expound on), so that's even worse.

So, ta-da! I shall press the dogging button in this aspect of my life.

Wala munang love life.

Pweh.