if i could be who you wanted... all the time.

he looks like the real thing
he tastes like the real thing

my fake plastic love.

...and it wears me out, it wears me out, it wears me out, it wears me out.


too thin ...i am already feeling so brittle i might break anytime.

there, to summarize my 2-week old drama.

self-assigned penance and (another) (late) new year's resolution

i have been wading my way through numbers for two weeks now. and for the first time in my life, no, second time (the first time was when i flunked my DOST scholarship), i cried because i felt so unintelligent and incompetent in my job.


and i have made a resolve to start writing again, not because Ninoy is saying na lamang na siya, but because this is the only way to stop me from totally losing it - finance has always had this effect on me, i am just too scared to try something else. or to say no to those goddamn SPs with god complexes.

Kaya ako nag-Pillars kang college. I couldn't stomach accounting, but writing was able to dilute its effect on me to the point of being tolerable.

i just hope blogging does the same to me now.


(i have thrown two tantrums in two weeks. thank you you for putting up with me. it's just my new job that gets me so wiry and irritable. you should know.)