Thoughts...
Splurging.
There's a certain high I get when I'm spending money. Really.
At first, it would be hard to part with your own hard-earned savings as you slowly take it out of your wallet and the scrimping side of you adds to your hesitation by giving out all those warnings. But then, after handing over the bills, getting the receipt and lugging around that special package with a new book, a new shirt, a new bag or a new pair of shoes, you get that nice little "high" that keeps you oddly happy all day.
This is one addiction I wouldn't want to be hooked up to. Because if you know how rarely I get hooked to stuff and how I fall--hook, line and sinker, whenever I do, you would advice me against it too.
At the rate I'm going, I might just drive myself to poverty.
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What a life, huh?
Yesterday was a good day, actually a good night since I was barraged all morning with a sermon from my boss that would've deflated the largest ego around. I was cursed, lambasted, insulted from the smallest toe to the tips of my hair. Thank God for a large fraction of self-control and a huge reservoir for pain. It would've been totally breaking for others, but I, above everyone else, was used to it.
I have verbally been shredded with the vilest words that could destroy any character that I hardly have any tears left to shred. I'm used to the hurt that drove like a jagged knife tearing my soul apart.
And sometimes, she wonders why some of us have actually developed quasi-inferiority complex in the office?
Enough with the drama.
After enduring the one-way screamfest, My close friends and I finally arrived in Greenbelt. Thank God for distractions. Then, we shared a peaceful dinner, after which we decided to cap Sunday with a movie, World Trade Center. The story of the two Port Authority police officers are reasons enough to watch. But, there's even more than just the superb actors. Simply put, the story was well-studied and scrupulously written and there was not a moment wasted in its whole length. Ika nga, sulit ang bayad. Good job, Oliver Stone!
Salvation had come in a large infrastracture called Greenbelt and it was successful for making everyone forget problems, at least for that night. So I thought the challenge was over, especially after receiving a i'm-so-sorry-letter from my boss in my table this morning. Today wasn't looking so bleak anymore.
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Parasitic Relatives.
What do you do when youd've got relatives you don't want to be related to? I mean, you seriously want them off your back. They intrude on your private life. They brainwash key members of your family. They manage to wreck sturdy relationships. They gossip and destroy!
Why are there people in existence who act with less indignity than a one-celled paramecium? It's as if they have nothing better to do than go around interfering with other people's business. The thing is, since they've been doing this for almost all their life, they've really acquired skills on how to plant seeds of doubt and cultivate them from time to time and succeed into bearing fruits. Inedible fruits of course. (Ewk.)
People like these ought to be erased from the face of the world.
I mean it. Stop sucking on other people, you livid parasites!
There's a certain high I get when I'm spending money. Really.
At first, it would be hard to part with your own hard-earned savings as you slowly take it out of your wallet and the scrimping side of you adds to your hesitation by giving out all those warnings. But then, after handing over the bills, getting the receipt and lugging around that special package with a new book, a new shirt, a new bag or a new pair of shoes, you get that nice little "high" that keeps you oddly happy all day.
This is one addiction I wouldn't want to be hooked up to. Because if you know how rarely I get hooked to stuff and how I fall--hook, line and sinker, whenever I do, you would advice me against it too.
At the rate I'm going, I might just drive myself to poverty.
______________________________
What a life, huh?
Yesterday was a good day, actually a good night since I was barraged all morning with a sermon from my boss that would've deflated the largest ego around. I was cursed, lambasted, insulted from the smallest toe to the tips of my hair. Thank God for a large fraction of self-control and a huge reservoir for pain. It would've been totally breaking for others, but I, above everyone else, was used to it.
I have verbally been shredded with the vilest words that could destroy any character that I hardly have any tears left to shred. I'm used to the hurt that drove like a jagged knife tearing my soul apart.
And sometimes, she wonders why some of us have actually developed quasi-inferiority complex in the office?
Enough with the drama.
After enduring the one-way screamfest, My close friends and I finally arrived in Greenbelt. Thank God for distractions. Then, we shared a peaceful dinner, after which we decided to cap Sunday with a movie, World Trade Center. The story of the two Port Authority police officers are reasons enough to watch. But, there's even more than just the superb actors. Simply put, the story was well-studied and scrupulously written and there was not a moment wasted in its whole length. Ika nga, sulit ang bayad. Good job, Oliver Stone!
Salvation had come in a large infrastracture called Greenbelt and it was successful for making everyone forget problems, at least for that night. So I thought the challenge was over, especially after receiving a i'm-so-sorry-letter from my boss in my table this morning. Today wasn't looking so bleak anymore.
______________________________
Parasitic Relatives.
What do you do when youd've got relatives you don't want to be related to? I mean, you seriously want them off your back. They intrude on your private life. They brainwash key members of your family. They manage to wreck sturdy relationships. They gossip and destroy!
Why are there people in existence who act with less indignity than a one-celled paramecium? It's as if they have nothing better to do than go around interfering with other people's business. The thing is, since they've been doing this for almost all their life, they've really acquired skills on how to plant seeds of doubt and cultivate them from time to time and succeed into bearing fruits. Inedible fruits of course. (Ewk.)
People like these ought to be erased from the face of the world.
I mean it. Stop sucking on other people, you livid parasites!