31 May 2008
What I don't get...
... is why my colegiala-beyond-repair sister keeps befriending homeless people.
As sprouts we were taught to be always ready to lend a helping hand to the less fortunate. But is it really too much to ask for a quiet weekend without the side of eternal high school-ness? At the end of a sweaty, grueling 50-hour workweek sprinkled with last-minute scorching summer days too, the last thing one needs if only to salvage sanity is a litter of hair-rebonds, Disney Channel and Paris Hilton. Waking to the nerve-killing shrieks of 21-year-old die-hard fans of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Editon Plus is cherry on top of a Coocooh-kies & Shit ice cream. Somebody telephone the nearest dog pound.
As sprouts we were taught to be always ready to lend a helping hand to the less fortunate. But is it really too much to ask for a quiet weekend without the side of eternal high school-ness? At the end of a sweaty, grueling 50-hour workweek sprinkled with last-minute scorching summer days too, the last thing one needs if only to salvage sanity is a litter of hair-rebonds, Disney Channel and Paris Hilton. Waking to the nerve-killing shrieks of 21-year-old die-hard fans of Pinoy Big Brother Teen Editon Plus is cherry on top of a Coocooh-kies & Shit ice cream. Somebody telephone the nearest dog pound.
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