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a lil respect

April 4, 2006

i don't think i am a very difficult person to be with. btw, i can accept comments on this statements, it's fine. i'm pretty open with what i am capable of, and what i cannot do. Point-blank, when a person asked me if i can do a certain task, and i feel i cannot do it, i tell it to the person outright. i am very frank as well. i admit my strengths and weaknesses without any difficulty, and i can accept criticism graciously. actually, i think i can accept criticisms more over than praise. some says it's even more "arrogant" not to accept praise - i'm workin on this one…

i was thinking about what i would write about today. i was thinking whether another work related rant, political rivalries, or simply about me. i got inspired - coz i was feeling so hyped. really. i took a 1 minute timeout and just walked to relieve me of bad thoughts…

i think i need to pray more really. maybe i'm just not getting it - how it is to respect another person's space. i'm sorry, but i got a peeve about people doing things that i'm doin just because they like it, or they find it cool. i dun't know why, but that's pretty much part of my character i guess. i strive for uniquity. but well - can i help them? all things will come to pass.

yeah, this one she does. i have this thing for respecting people's uniquity, and i try my best (and most of the time suceeds) in not copy-catting. i also have this peeve on people who like to be called pretty. i mean, well, even if she's pretty pretty, that's fine. but that doesn't make my day. and i dunt want rants on my ear telling someone else how pretty fine one pretty creature looks. i never went for the physical then, why start now?

i need to change this… the stress you cause is enough to kill me. good for me that it doesn't kill me. as i've said, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. but it still makes me want to move out of my desk and walk around - just try to clamp my ears away from those un-friendly noises. it's like being stucked in a cave where that very sound i don't want to hear keeps echoing infinitely. as the time i am doing this post. english is fine - but please check the grammar. accent is good, u can work around that slang for all the call center agents to envy u with. u can flaunt whatever it is u have, i ain't rich just like u, nor do i have that luxury to afford what u can. u are good - competent - but dear, work on the attitude. respect the space other people have. we share this flat much as the others, we don't have our own cells. well, i'd certainly want one especially made for u - sound proof! and work on the sunshine issue. even if ur day is super buggy, so what? well ours is pretty nice and don't clamor attention. i know u have some attention deficit syndrome… but grow up.. really! (hmmm need to that growin up 2)

i really pity u. people look at u, befriend u, and what do u think they do? they talk behind ur back. all we can do when we look at u? a fake smile? a mask? that's how i bear facing u each time, i wear a mask and ear muffs - so that u won't see that u are affecting me, and so i won't hear what u think of me. i am not stupid. i may not know what u know, but that's perfectly fine with me. why need to be jealous of what i have? why do u have to copy everything up? u were my friend. i dunt think friends copy each other out, or stab people at the back. good thing i never wanted to copy u. mother nature forbid another mutant like u exists.

 

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