Saturday, August 7, 2010


It was our third monthsary. The mere thought of it made staying in the library for late nights (read: until closing time) bearable. I knew that at the end of the tunnel, I was going to be with him. The mere thought of it made all the stress of the days prior to the day livable.

We had been fighting intensely on my way to the mall from school. What irked me was that I had to travel for an hour or so just to get to him, at the expense of the time I could use for studying. His text messages were cold and indifferent, a sign that he was getting impatient of waiting for me.

X: You don't understand. You pretend you do, but you never do.

Y. Ang sakit mo naman magsalita. Ilang beses na kitang hinintay pero kailangan ako nagreklamo? Ilang beses ako nagmukhang tanga habang nagbabasa ka, pero may sinabi ba ko?

I had to hear that to realize that I was being an asshole.

So thanks, because that's the perfect monthsary gift I could ever ask for.

PS. I realize I am losing my passion in writing, like everything else that I'm losing: my sanity, my patience, my money, etc. There are even some stark grammatical errors in my past entries. Sad, but there you go.


  1. You'll eventually get better at balancing everything. Just remember to constantly reassure him so he'll stick around.

    Congratulations ulit sa inyo.

  2. mixing law school and love is a strong tonic. i only wish you well.

    i always believe that all are in transit, ergo, this too shall pass.

    and i feel great having arrived here.