Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
not a good day
I had an Iced Raspberry Mocha today at Seattle's. Something to feel better with. Sometimes, I begin to think that coffee has a worse effect on me than alcohol. Now, I feel strange...like I was high on something and at the same time it's making me all the more sluggish. I'm not awake, I'm sleepy. I'm dead tired. My mind is filled with so much stuff I just want to try to pour it out of a bucket. Nothing seems to be going right. Whatever right means... I guess that's life for me, or maybe that's what other people would say.
On the way to Seattle's a while ago and McDonald's too, some kids were asking for money. Ate, ate, pahingi ng barya. Jeco wanted to throw them over the bridge, I had to admit, they were irritating as hell. And today wasn't one of those days that you could take pity on kids who ask for money and curse you behind your back if you don't give them anything. They're poor, sure I understand that, but I wish the government would care enough to try to control it. What are their parents doing? I'm always so tempted to ask them. Maybe you're beginning to think I'm someone who doesnt give a damn about these kids, actually, I do, I wouldn't mind giving them money if they tried making an effort to ask for it. Some kids for example, sell sampaguita or banana-q. Those kids I dont mind, but those you see sniffing rugby on the sidewalk then run up to you as if you owe them, I think that's wrong. And seeing them today doesn't really give me a feeling of comfort.
It wasn't really a good day.
On the way to Seattle's a while ago and McDonald's too, some kids were asking for money. Ate, ate, pahingi ng barya. Jeco wanted to throw them over the bridge, I had to admit, they were irritating as hell. And today wasn't one of those days that you could take pity on kids who ask for money and curse you behind your back if you don't give them anything. They're poor, sure I understand that, but I wish the government would care enough to try to control it. What are their parents doing? I'm always so tempted to ask them. Maybe you're beginning to think I'm someone who doesnt give a damn about these kids, actually, I do, I wouldn't mind giving them money if they tried making an effort to ask for it. Some kids for example, sell sampaguita or banana-q. Those kids I dont mind, but those you see sniffing rugby on the sidewalk then run up to you as if you owe them, I think that's wrong. And seeing them today doesn't really give me a feeling of comfort.
It wasn't really a good day.
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