Would you tolerate the so-called skills of those annoying bus, taxi and jeepney drivers? Would you let their king of the road attitude go by? Or would you allow them to stress you and go neck to neck with them?
These infuriating drivers have their reasons for acting as such. Imagine weaving through only in the Philippines traffic all day long. It is a tough life out there, you know. They need to make a living by getting as many passengers and trips as they can. However, are these good reasons or explanations for their actions? How come in other countries drivers of public transportations follow the rules? Drivers should have discipline kasi.
Then again, how could people have discipline if people with authority break the rules as well? There are rules but no action or no right implementation. This is sad.
So what would you do? Let those reckless drivers get away or stand up for what your rights?
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
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Monday, March 12, 2007
Such Kids part 2
The kids are now friends...
My older brother (26) and I recently had a fight (that I thought of blogging about, but decided otherwise). It was a huge one, basically, just like the other rare fights we've had in the past. I acquired a huge bump on my head. One that made me look like I had half a balut stuck on my head.
Therefore, I ignored him during the next days. Actually, I didn't see him at all even if we do live in the same house. Or maybe I just don't look at his way whenever I feel like he's around. I just hated the idea of him and me sharing the same oxygen.
But, of course, he'll always be my brother. I hate to admit it, but we're so similar in a lot of ways. Ironically, those similarities make us clash with one another. We're both competitive and we can't handle immaturity--even if we have tendencies to be immature. Blah. It's weird.
Anyway, he woke me up awhile ago, while I taking a nap before dinner time. He had a box of Hello Panda and a pack of Chocnut. & then, there, he apologized.
That's when I realized the number one thing he has taught me through these years: Apologizing. I'm so bad at it because I always come up with reasons not to. Good thing my brother, despite being the big and angas person that he is great at it.
&, anyway, i hate fighting with any of my siblings. despite our differences, i'm thankful that i ended up having them. :)
My older brother (26) and I recently had a fight (that I thought of blogging about, but decided otherwise). It was a huge one, basically, just like the other rare fights we've had in the past. I acquired a huge bump on my head. One that made me look like I had half a balut stuck on my head.
Therefore, I ignored him during the next days. Actually, I didn't see him at all even if we do live in the same house. Or maybe I just don't look at his way whenever I feel like he's around. I just hated the idea of him and me sharing the same oxygen.
But, of course, he'll always be my brother. I hate to admit it, but we're so similar in a lot of ways. Ironically, those similarities make us clash with one another. We're both competitive and we can't handle immaturity--even if we have tendencies to be immature. Blah. It's weird.
Anyway, he woke me up awhile ago, while I taking a nap before dinner time. He had a box of Hello Panda and a pack of Chocnut. & then, there, he apologized.
That's when I realized the number one thing he has taught me through these years: Apologizing. I'm so bad at it because I always come up with reasons not to. Good thing my brother, despite being the big and angas person that he is great at it.
&, anyway, i hate fighting with any of my siblings. despite our differences, i'm thankful that i ended up having them. :)
Sunday, March 11, 2007
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