More to say

And yes, here I am, i have more to say.

Remember last time I talked about professional cadgers on the street. Mad, sympathy, guilty... i don't know what I am supposed to feel anymore. Therefore, since I spent the whole weekend in volleyball and missed the sunday mass, I went for a confession and told the father about this confusion. Asking for help from the Holy spirit would be one of my solutions. Asking the Holy spirit to give me this feeling of pitiness for those who suffered from poor. I gave out the fries from harvey's to the poor, since I couldn't get too full before practice.

I left this entry behind for a little too long. I wish I still remember what I wanted to say.