Edcel.net – mind games

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Back when I was a kid, we had a pickup truck for service. My pop bought one and being a car junkie, he put up so many accessories in order to amp up the look of our car. He was so proud of it. Complete with the smiley headlights and fog lights, the white car did turn a lot of heads because of the way it was pimped. It was really cool seeing other people in awe especially when my pop was gleaming with pride with his wheels.

One great way to add some pimping in your wheels would be setting up a grill on the front. A billet grille adds styles to any truck or sport utlity vehicle. You can definitely see some heads turning as you drive by with a billet grille insert on your ride.

Brands include putco, dux, lund, bully, nu image, westin, t-rex, carriage works and more. I would like to pick out the best one that would complement my car when I am able to get one. I’ll probably talk to my pop and the rest of my brothers first for some good advice on what type of SUV I’d be buying.

It’s upsetting that you call only when you need something from me.

It makes me look bad knowing that I have something and yet I refuse to give because of how many instances that were abused since I have a soft heart.

So call me only when you need me and I’ll offer you my rejection.

Dropped by the house to check up on my siblings and it seems that I can’t help but nag at the situation and what has become of the people I’ve grown up with. The standards have subsided and it seems like everybody just wants to settle for less which is not really what we were trained in doing so in the first place.

I get frustrated mostly because of the negative energy that’s been permeating and the resigned option of being mediocre. We’re better than this; despite the many asshole problems that’s been thrown at us. The boat is still shaky but nobody’s steering the wheel.

The burden is already too much for me and people have not been very supportive, even if it’s for their sake. All this worrying is giving me a lot of headaches. Whatever happened to the notion that failure is not an option?

I wish people would chalk up the responsibility to take ownership of their actions and try not to escape what’s already been slapped to our faces. Now I continue nagging in the hope that some form of realization would turn light bulbs on.

What I want is for him to understand the consequences of every action he takes. I wish to impart the lessons I’ve learned when I was his age. I want to give him my guts just so he would realize how hard it is and how he should find a way as opposed to just relying on other people to do the work for him.

We’re already hard-up and it seems like I should be working more and finding more jobs which proves to be taxing already. I’ve got my own ambitions too, and where I am right now is still not the place where I want to be.

I hope he sees the value of my work and don’t just let it all go to waste. I care more about the realization more than the grades.

I needed to eat something big and so I ate. The Sunburst chicken reminded me of Molave Restaurant days back in Davao where my parents and my oldest bro got one whole each while Daniel and I got half. I need to revive those days and I feel that it’s slowly starting to happen. I just need a little more push to work things out together.

I don’t think he’s trying to bring us down on purpose. He acts as if he knows everything but one thing that he needs is help. Help that can’t be given by anybody else but his kin. He feels useless with his life and is wallowing in self-pity. He’s a total wreck and what do you think should people do to people like him? Either you cast him away or help him. I’m just somewhere in the middle.

For once in my life I’ve seen him vulnerable and when his only inspiration to keep on moving with life turns his back on him, he’s left devastated. I mean who wouldn’t? Why would you think he would still put up with all the crap that we’ve been through when he could just easily run off somewhere and save himself? He chose to bring us all up even without the capacity knowing that we were there at his side. This problem is more than what money can bring.

But when we ever really become desperate? When one is desperate, one will do anything… ANYTHING. He’s not the problem, the deed is; which is what I’m holding on to. He’s not a bad person all in all, the actions are what makes him one.

I didn’t take the bait altogether; there’s a certain amount of restriction that heightens in every situation. It’s not that I didn’t totally listen; I moved out, remember? Each time is a revelation and a learning experience and I’m taking my time rather than just be invisible all out.

No amount of money can ever replace the things he did. He could’ve sent me off somewhere distant but he chose to find a good place for me. I guess this is where the sense of family comes to place. That no matter what happens, family still has to be family and you’ve got to protect your own blood.

I think I have myself to blame why you consider him that way. Most (if not all) the the things that I’ve said about him are negative and I’ve got no one else to talk to except the people around. I’ve never got to share stories about how he was able to raise me up in a proper manner. I mean, I idolizED him (yes, that’s a past tense) as he WAS my role model.

He is not in his best phase and every person goes through it in his life. I realize that it’s with pride that he doesn’t want to give in. He’s a mess but nobody can understand him better than us.

I keep an open mind and it’s your opinion. I respect that, I do hear you out; I just don’t totally agree.

I never thought you’d do this to your own kin. Of all the people, you tested my trust and failed miserably. I should be upset, and I believe I am. I’m just trying my best to divert all the negative reaction to something else. Maybe I just refuse to accept your vice and I still cover it up to show that there’s something good in you.

It had to be me who has to suffer and you can dare see your son covered in mud, looking like a jackass. You sure made a good fool out of me.