October 9th, 2005
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let me rant.
men are such liars...have u ever felt so bitter...so livid with anger that your thoughts are so incoherent all you are seeing is red...?
this hatred...loathing is so intense that i cant just seem to put into words the bitterness i am feeling right now. men are a despicable lot...
why do i have to meet men like that?i didnt ask them to know me.and had i known theyre philandering perverts i wouldnt go near them...i would even run away from them.i dont want to feel so resentful...but...
ugh.
i need a punching bag.
anyone?
AND YES. I HAVE THE RIGHT TO GENERALIZE AND STEREOTYPE
im busy.it's actually a good thing. never mind my previous post.i just posted stuff so erratically that i dont seem to think what exactly i am posting
our training began last monday. my batchmates are just simply wonderful.atleast those i got close to in such a short time.
we were blessed to have a nice trainor. he's not fond of intimidating us which is just amazing.(it manifests that he doesnt have ego or insecurity probs) if anything else, i think he even tries to encourage us to be good...no..even better. he exerts effort to reach us.one thing i noticed though is that i have this feeling he suppresses his laughter when one of my batchmates cracks a joke.he strikes me as a very quiet person.either he is profound...or shallow. but personally i think it's the former.
the training wasnt exactly difficult. i dont know.. but everytime it's time for a call simulation or an oral exam i just cant seem to say the things i really want.my brain freezes into such an incompetent clutter that i just feel very very hopeless. my friend told me that it's really like that during the first time.but how the heck can i get in if i keep on messing up my oral exams?i know i can do better. now, the problem is, how am i supposed to show my trainor that i actually can if i transform into such a blabbering idiot whenever im on the fon?HAHA!
you might be wondering why i applied for the job?if an HR would ask me, i would say that i love interacting with people so i realized why not find a job wherein i can both do what i love and earn extra at the same time.but the truth is, i can live without this job.i dont NEED this job.my mom actually disagreed when i asked permission.
i applied for that job to get myself busy and productive...to get myself distracted from thinking about certain people who are best left forgotten...to ignore self destructing thoughts that i know would kill what's left of me if i dont get hold of it...i even stopped writing just to avoid reminiscing and acknowleding my emotions...
tomorrow's our finals on our accent training.i hope we'll all get in 
sir nathan have mercy on the needy.hahah
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UPDATE:
we all "passed" our accent training (which i seriously doubt) haha! not that im questioning our trainor's judgement regarding this matter, i myself admit that i didnt do very well. he's just gracious and considerate enough to give us all a chance. as what he told me, he knows what it feels to be just a trainee.
one more week and we're gonna hit the floor.
i wonder if that one week would be more tedious and gruelling, not to mention scarier as that of last week's..
Note:
living a shallow life is deteriorating my inner light...
it feels like im losing everything i hold dear 
how can you be so perfect...so beautiful..
and yet so human?
how can you touch and make every heart you pass by flutter....
and still crave to bestow compunction to lost and hungry souls?
how dare u prove and show me that kindness do exist
that there are still good men...
that there is still hope....
and be such an unreachable entity?
your distance makes me ache all over with agony.
im scared.
scared that the burgeoning hope that u insidiously imbedded...
will be nipped early...
straight in the bud.
i have no strength nor the courage to fight the heartbreaking jolt of reality...
the reality that with my knowledge of your perfectness...
comes the knowledge that you are a surreal being...
untouchable...
insurmountable...
unattainable...
a reminder that there are things that just touch and pass you by
and inspire you in the simplest and sweetest ways possible during cold lonesome nights.
with your beauty comes the realization that...
i can just only behold you admiringly from afar...
how dare you be so perfect?
how dare you be so beautiful?
how dare you be so kind?
how dare you?
how dare you...?