Shitty shit

Life has this sick sick humor that makes you confront your past the least time you expect it. I came across my one of enemies' name while surfing the net and no surprise there, contempt filled me. This is one person who i wish i had beaten up when i had the chance (it doesn't matter that he's a guy, really. I could've beaten the crap out of him and he knows it). Once again, I wish that i NEVER met this person in my life! The sole heir to satan and his sick, evil cruelty has once again entered into my consciousness and slowly gnawing my insides. ARGGGGHHHHHHH!!! *place unutterable cursing & ranting here *

Putangina!

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On to less violent rantings...

i am contemplating whether or not i actually like my job.

It's been 6 months and 15 days since i first started, and well, i am waiting for my assessment period. 15 days late, i am getting quite restless. The thing is, i like what i do, it's just that i feel that there's no advancement in this particular job since i am the only one in my department. Sure, the workload is big (and at time hellish) and the scope of responisbility is very challenging, but there are times that i catch myself looking at the clock. It's as if i am mentally trying to speed up the time so i can just go home.

*sigh* This may be the second longest job i'v ever been in.

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A lil' bit of radio in my life... Beep!

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