I miss being submerged into poetry, and literature. We're starting product training right now and it's darn hard. When I get home from work, I have to occupy my time by studying and refreshing my knowledge about the things we had learned for the day. The most amazing part of this is that I don't even know if I am going to make it pass training and into the floor. I know it is too early to tell, but it's really hard....really hard....really hard......All together now.

But I plan to give it my best, so as to not waste my effort, and my time that I am devoting to this endevour. Weird sometimes when I see people in the streets, pushing karitons and vendors selling stuff on the side of the streets, I feel really sad. Last night when I got off work as I was walking towards my place there was a raid in the palengke. All of the vendors were scurriying away. Some even left their panindas on the street, so the raiders would not arrest them. People should not be treated in this manner. Sure it's illegal....whatever....but really what about those raiders? are they even sanctioned to initiate this type of action? and bottom line is that most of the time, all they want is to receive a cut on the pay of the vendor, that's why they stage the raids. I mean, it's really seems unjust when you take from the poor. They barely have enough to survive as it is. Sure we all need money..I mean that is why I'm working and not lounging on the beach. But still , when you put things in perspective, and even try to put yourself in their shoes...it's so sad, cause you have to deal with it day in and day out.

I know it happens all the time, and I see this all the time; but I never get use to it. It's a part of my landscape that I do not like, but cannot change. It especially hits me when I've just gotten off from work, and spent a great portion of my day in an airconditioned building, mingling with people in mutilated English. It's pretty hilarious, we're basically all being forced to speak English, though most of us bend this rule. It's pretty funny, when every bone in your body wanna speak tagalog but you say English... It makes you feel really self- conscious, and kinda t.h.

You know, I'm just really stressed out, and I just need to speak my mind, and clear my thoughts. I miss the freedom of having full control of my individuality; since at work your actions and mode of behavior pretty much have to be constricted. So I'm talking all of my frustration out of my blog. At work we are being trained to keep our frustatration and anger in, sowe can give the appearance and reassurance that the customers and his concerns are the most important thing in the world, and that all of your attention and strength as a person should be directed towards solving their problems. Even if in the process they create a lot of emotional disturbance for you, since absorbing someone's cynism always takes a toll on your body. I don't care if it's a personal assault or not, it's never fun to be yelled and screamed at and made a prisoner of somebody else' will.

Anyway, enuff of my long and winding run-on sentences. I'm really tired and want to go to sleep, but my mind is too awake to be put to bed. Since I am a night person, my wildest and most vivid impressions of life come to me at this hour.

Good night world.