It is so pathetic to see people, able-bodied, contented in begging or seeking charity from friends. They thrive on miserably inadequate amounts of money from others to live the day. ‘Ika nga, nagkasya na lang manghingi. They do not want to exert themselves, do jobs, and earn a living. They cannot even do voluntary work for people who help them. Each work done has an equivalent miserable amount of money (ingrates). ‘Ika nga, ‘alang kakusa-kusa.
I am not rich. I admit I also need help at times from people. The difference is I try not to be a burden. Once I am rejected from a request for help, I will not try again, because it will demean my being. Instead, I will find ways to find solution to my own dilemma. If I will be contented from the help, I will not learn the lesson. That is my motto. That should be the motto of these parasites.
Life is not easy. Who said it is? Though there are different levels of difficulty. Just like a game. But it is in playing that matters. Not on thinking that people owe you something because you are broke, or you lack enough money to sustain yourself. Walang obligasyon ang iba sa ibang tao.
That is why I try very hard not to ask payment for debts of gratitude, including those from my children. In truth, it has no equivalent payment.
You. How long will you be a parasite? Who loves to be a parasite? It looks like you are enjoying! My goodness. 😦
While watching Desperate Housewives (I do not even know if it is a rerun), the voice over uttered, “And so, there are many different parenting styles, and most parents are afraid if they are doing it right.”
There were stages that I really got anxious if I was doing it right. I had come to a point of assessing my style, and what I have done right or wrong. I believe most, if not all, parents come to this point of having to gauge their ‘performance’ as parents.
I once wrote Being a Good Parent is not guarantee. I believe it is so. The influences our children acquire outside the house are varied, and sometimes they can be unreliable. As parents, we do not have control over them. We are left with pleading and imploring the Absolute Being above to take care of them and keep watch over them when we’re not around.
Admittedly, it makes me afraid all the time if we, hubby and I, are doing it right. It has never left our care and concern. But I know we could only do so much because they are growing individuals finding their own identity. We cannot resign as parents but we have to give the freedom to find themselves and what they could contribute to humanity, even in their small ways.
Daughter Kay, when she was in her early teens, got infatuated with Kurt Cobain. I do not have an idea who this Kurt was and later learned he’s an American rock singer who decided to end his life with a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
The idea of being so gripped with this singer is not welcome to me but I did not tell my daughter. I do not like the sound of his songs, I do not like the influence of his person to many people, including my daughter, and I do not like the idea that this rock singer held high by mostly young people is weak in dealing with life’s realities. Of course, there were factors that could have molded him into what he is, but he has choices and good opportunities not everyone is given. And so that ends my outrageous qualms about his influence to my daughter. My daughter has a choice. Silly thoughts, I have to agree, but you know, I am a mother. 😀
Then, Yahoo flashed about Kurt Cobain’s daughter Frances Bean. I surfed and surfed and landed on a Wired post last May, 2010 about Frances attacking her mother, Courtney Love. Part of the post said,
Courtney said, “I was talking on the phone. Frances came out of my room. She was hysterical. First she was crying at my legs, saying, ‘Why was I born?’ Then she bites and scratches and pulls on my hair. She punched me. I grabbed her with both arms. That left a bruise and she took a picture of her bruise.”
Somehow that made me sad. Could it be why some young people, sons and daughters, have the same disregard to their parents, that they can do what they please including attacking and hurting their parents, or guardians? Is it possible that the youth of today are influenced immensely by their idols? Is it possible that the youth can be blind followers?
We are not sure of what really transpired between Courtney Love and her Bean but I am sure that it is not a clever thing to attack your mother, aside from reasons that she wants to kill or hurt you without a tormenting cause.
Unlike any other users, who desire for gaming desktop computers, obviously for reasons of spending a lot of time gaming or playing, I have my PC intended mostly for writing and uploading pictures.
I could have upgraded the video card before but did not, thinking I am not into gaming. I regretted the chance. There is no way for me to do that now. 😦 I think I cannot find that specs now for my video card. It is outdated. Poor me. The only chance I have is to purchase a high-performance PC that could serve the purpose for the pictures, or for watching videos, fast and reliably.
I guess I do need a fully loaded PC even without gaming.
According to Papsie, gift-giving is parallel to one’s stature in life. It goes the same with one choosing a gift for his girlfriend or boyfriend. The market has a lot to offer as christmas gifts for girlfriend or boyfriend but if one has the same perception as Papsie where it depends on one’s living standard and readiness in gift-giving, the choices are limited because that would mean costly and rare gifts.
I don’t know but I feel uneasy with costly gifts. I prefer gifts that would be valuable and usable. It’s just me probably. I was not born with a golden spoon in my mouth and with my age where I get to meet people, I do not intend to be with or belong to the pompous asses. I do not intend to be a social climber neither. I am not saying this because I am bitter or envious of another individual’s stature. Being an elitist is not a guarantee to one’s happiness, I believe. I know people who are not happy with the splendor of richness around.
I guess, for me, it’s more of the thought, time and effort choosing a gift. If I am a girlfriend, it would be more about the thought and love that comes with the gift, price tags cut off. I would not want an expensive gift from a Benedict Arnold.
I love this theme. It offers many possibilities of showing the idea.
Wrong had me thinking about the bad things that contaminate the earth’s bodies of water. It makes me feel hopeless at times when news of fish kills, and accidents in the waters, are shown in the television.
That’s why this photo. This was taken on our visit at the Manila Ocean Park about three years ago (I think).