One of the most significant things I learnt from a past relationship, is to sacrifice your needs for the happiness of others. This is true especially with your partner, your family members and friends. The rewards cannot be seen with the naked eye, but can only be felt, and the dividends reaped are more than you can imagine.
There are times when you really feel like a puddle of mud, having been stepped a gazillion times over and over, but you have to pull whatever strength you have left in your body in order not to disappoint others. Perhaps you're dead beat after a long day at work. But still, that doesn't give you the right to pull a long face at a birthday party, an anniversary, or a gathering.
Like what I always tell myself, "For Fack's sake, I gotta look happy at least."
Exam fever can also bring the down, boring side of you. You tear your hair out for a good 10 hours in the morning and afternoon. And if you're foolish enough to schedule a date a week before exams like I did, then you gotta switch moods like you change your clothes. Or if you're lucky, your date might just brighten up your day, like mine did. =) Damn, she's a real cutie and a great sanity pill.
Like what I always tell myself, "For Fack's sake, if she's happy to meet me, I should be the one happier." Because, who in the right mind would wanna come face to face to a ticking time-bomb, but her.
Women, sometimes I don't know what's on their mind. You give her money, to take the cab home because its safer, sheltered from the elements and come on, its air-conditioned. But no, she insists that you send her home, on your shaky wobbly Honda Wave whose tyres threaten to explode at any additional load. And mind you, before I got my ACME threads, my tyres pancit-ed twice la~.
Like what I always tell myself, "For Fack's sake, its not about the bike, its about her enjoying my company."
For Fack's sake, think of others before yourself. It might be the shittiest, least pleasing thing to you, but the happiness it brings to the people around you, would make it all worthwhile. And the best thing is, when you try your best and sincerity fills that hateful heart of yours, love will come naturally. Spread the love. Keep it real.
There are times when you really feel like a puddle of mud, having been stepped a gazillion times over and over, but you have to pull whatever strength you have left in your body in order not to disappoint others. Perhaps you're dead beat after a long day at work. But still, that doesn't give you the right to pull a long face at a birthday party, an anniversary, or a gathering.
Like what I always tell myself, "For Fack's sake, I gotta look happy at least."
Exam fever can also bring the down, boring side of you. You tear your hair out for a good 10 hours in the morning and afternoon. And if you're foolish enough to schedule a date a week before exams like I did, then you gotta switch moods like you change your clothes. Or if you're lucky, your date might just brighten up your day, like mine did. =) Damn, she's a real cutie and a great sanity pill.
Like what I always tell myself, "For Fack's sake, if she's happy to meet me, I should be the one happier." Because, who in the right mind would wanna come face to face to a ticking time-bomb, but her.
Women, sometimes I don't know what's on their mind. You give her money, to take the cab home because its safer, sheltered from the elements and come on, its air-conditioned. But no, she insists that you send her home, on your shaky wobbly Honda Wave whose tyres threaten to explode at any additional load. And mind you, before I got my ACME threads, my tyres pancit-ed twice la~.
Like what I always tell myself, "For Fack's sake, its not about the bike, its about her enjoying my company."
For Fack's sake, think of others before yourself. It might be the shittiest, least pleasing thing to you, but the happiness it brings to the people around you, would make it all worthwhile. And the best thing is, when you try your best and sincerity fills that hateful heart of yours, love will come naturally. Spread the love. Keep it real.
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