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ive forgotten how good it feels to help other people. no other feeling can compare to it.
parang double cheeseburger with large fries and side spaghetti na lahat libre. pati sundae. tapos kinakain sa beach. hehe. Seriously, it feels great to help people. especially if theres no ulterior motive. and that comes rare nowadays. with helping comes happiness on both sides, genuine happiness at that. more often that not we deny help to erase the thought of being a charity case or we deny helping others in itself because we find no meaning to it. but recently, it feel just so damn great that people trust you enough to let them know you can back them up at no expense. if people around can just feel better about helping then we’d all be one big happy happy joy joy world.
but reality bites hard. and it sneaked up my ass bigtime. sometimes people abuse your helpful nature and tend to ask for more. sometimes, people forget to treat you right because they’ve gotten used to you being nice all the time.
so now im confuzzled. whether helping is something we ration out incessantly to others or something that we should be careful about. Good people tend to be mistreated and neglected. bad people get all the attention. tsk tsk.. to help or not to help? that is the question.
anywho, the past weekend has been really stressfull. I have not had a day-off since September 04. mukha pa ba kong 22??? not. look at my face, youll see eyebags, frown lines and sullen eyes. im so not inspired. gotta rest soon. I went home after three days of sleeping in the hotel and found a pair of guinea pigs in the house. it was a gift from my bros gf. and that made me really happy. yippee…brings back childhood memories.
we had about 20+ guinea pigs when I was a child. it started with 2 and before you know it they gave birth so fast and a whole clan was made.haha. and I remember one time I left one guinea pig in our couch overnight and it made all kinds of mess. my dad found it the next morning and I, the little monster that I am, totally denied the whole incident. nonetheless, I got the first ever spank of my life. it was the last as well, but it left a pretty big scar in my life. and now I know that when I have kids, I will be pretty tempted to spank them, but I wont. simply because I was traumatized by it myself. no more guinea pigs for me. Those pigs (or rats) vanished one day. We left them in the garage and they were all gone the next morning. I suspect the maid sold them to her village boyfriend. that rat stealer! but of course I had no proof. and we just left that rather disturbing ordeal at that.
and now we begin at another pair of those adorable creatures. no names yet, im open to suggestions. harold and kumar? oh wait, ones female. pepe and pilar? too common … the quest continues my friends. let the clan begin.
parang double cheeseburger with large fries and side spaghetti na lahat libre. pati sundae. tapos kinakain sa beach. hehe. Seriously, it feels great to help people. especially if theres no ulterior motive. and that comes rare nowadays. with helping comes happiness on both sides, genuine happiness at that. more often that not we deny help to erase the thought of being a charity case or we deny helping others in itself because we find no meaning to it. but recently, it feel just so damn great that people trust you enough to let them know you can back them up at no expense. if people around can just feel better about helping then we’d all be one big happy happy joy joy world.
but reality bites hard. and it sneaked up my ass bigtime. sometimes people abuse your helpful nature and tend to ask for more. sometimes, people forget to treat you right because they’ve gotten used to you being nice all the time.
so now im confuzzled. whether helping is something we ration out incessantly to others or something that we should be careful about. Good people tend to be mistreated and neglected. bad people get all the attention. tsk tsk.. to help or not to help? that is the question.
anywho, the past weekend has been really stressfull. I have not had a day-off since September 04. mukha pa ba kong 22??? not. look at my face, youll see eyebags, frown lines and sullen eyes. im so not inspired. gotta rest soon. I went home after three days of sleeping in the hotel and found a pair of guinea pigs in the house. it was a gift from my bros gf. and that made me really happy. yippee…brings back childhood memories.
we had about 20+ guinea pigs when I was a child. it started with 2 and before you know it they gave birth so fast and a whole clan was made.haha. and I remember one time I left one guinea pig in our couch overnight and it made all kinds of mess. my dad found it the next morning and I, the little monster that I am, totally denied the whole incident. nonetheless, I got the first ever spank of my life. it was the last as well, but it left a pretty big scar in my life. and now I know that when I have kids, I will be pretty tempted to spank them, but I wont. simply because I was traumatized by it myself. no more guinea pigs for me. Those pigs (or rats) vanished one day. We left them in the garage and they were all gone the next morning. I suspect the maid sold them to her village boyfriend. that rat stealer! but of course I had no proof. and we just left that rather disturbing ordeal at that.
and now we begin at another pair of those adorable creatures. no names yet, im open to suggestions. harold and kumar? oh wait, ones female. pepe and pilar? too common … the quest continues my friends. let the clan begin.