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Sigh

I don't know whether to be frustrated or happy. I answer one question honestly, then everyone seems to think they know me.
Don't they get it? TV isn't my dream job. It just isn't. My dream is to win a Palanca, and be a rich Nick Joaquin - if only I was that good, and if only writing was such a lucrative business, especially for one without connections.
Sigh.
I guess you can say that I've quite given up on writing for a living; it just won't do. It's not long term enough. That's life for you - you can't get everything you want. It's been this way ever since I can remember - life throws crap in my direction, and I've no choice but to swallow everything and smile. There's only been one exception so far; and she knows who she is. Hi.
So now I have to contend with loads of extra stuff and extra work. Sigh.
So here I am again, taking all that crap and still smiling.

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One last thing before I hit the sack.

I realize I haven't been posting as much as I want to (ha, Captain Obvious), settling for the occasional photo.

Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.

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