Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts

Why, why me...

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For most of you who have at least seen me once, maybe in the last 3 years, you would have probably noticed that obviously I have pimples and acne on my face. Clearly, I do not have the clear skin that most of you have...

For the past month, after years of treating it, it has finally receded to a state that I felt quite comfortable with. But, things don't always go (especially) the way I want them to be.

I've been doing a lot of researches for as long as I can remember and have at least gave every possible solution a try until lately, for the past two weeks, my skin has gone really bad. I've begun to feel intimidated (somehow) by the look people around me give and embarrassed even by just talking, looking straight at them in the face.

I've taken more than adequate amount of water with all-natural face wash, calming toner and cream for the face, not to mention that I've been practicing regular sleeps almost everyday. I don't touch it often and always wipe it only with clean cloths.

The only thing that I can never control would probably be the conditions during my flight. Flying up few thousands feet and being exposed to high radiation, the sunscreen doesn't help much.

I really hate the tight spaces in the cockpit and the heat that the sun produces. Getting down after flight with the uncomfortable combination of feelings really are getting into my nerves. I can't fucking control them!

Sigh, I know how my close friends say that they are friends with me not because of my face, but having the hatred of not wanting to look at the mirror really makes me very, very self conscious.

Most of you have clear, if not completely good skin. Okay fine, here it is, I'm fucking envious and can only hope that mine will get better, day by day. That's it, for the meantime.

P/S : This is the only reason pulling me back from Plan A. Don't guess, Plan A is not the plan for my bad face.

WTF Part 3

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I just hoped badly that there will not be Part 3 of this story. Fuck this man!

Guess what? I heard the Chief Flight Instructor (CFI) got his license today and since he is assigned to me, I should fly with him but two or three days ago, Gimby came knocking on my room and this happened:

GB : CFI said you are lacking behind and he assigned me to you. You will fly with me.
Me : (Nodded)
GB : Ok, I want you to cut your hair and make sure it's short, best if it's as short as mine (bald).
Me : But...
GB : Yes, I know about the issue of the other foreigners' hair, in fact, you can get the haircut of theirs, if you want to. Or else, I will have to ask you to cut again, shorter!
Me : ...
GB : Or else, you can't fly!

So, what happened just n0w was, I tried to convince CFI that I could probably wait for another one or two weeks so that I get him back as my flying instructor.

And, based on the conversation with Gimby, technically, NO, I mean, OBVIOUSLY, he was threatening me! How stupid of me that I didn't talk to the CFI before my haircut! I PAY TO FLY, YOU ARE TAKING MY SALARY!

I'm not unhappy because of my stupid hair, it's the blackmailing, using CFI's name and threatening parts that I fucking hate! We're normal human beings, tell me, who likes to be forced to do something? FUCK THAT!

I'm so sure YOU will get screwed if I report to the CFI that you used his name! FUCK YOU Faggot!!!

No more shit from you! Also, the bitchiest sluts, the clerks! Come on, it's my hair! Do you own job or I'll port you, you might be fired! (Nah, I don't have that kinda power like the others!)

They totally spoiled my days here and extremely spoiled the Filipinos' image, to WORSE! Good luck in your lives! You won't hear from me again! FUCK THIS FUCKING SCHOOL!

WTF Part TWO

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Now fuck that! You want me to cut my hair huh?
BEFORE

I finally did it not because I raised my white flag, because I'm professional. You bloody racists!
AFTER (sigh...)

Alright, now let's talk about one of my personal stuffs - MY hair. I don't know what the fuck is their (clerk boss-wannabe, staffs, instructors, shitty people) problem with my hair! Hey, it's my personal thing, mind you.

That fucking clerk, she is so, SO SICK! Keep telling me, "Zellent, when are you going to cut your hair? If you don't cut, you can't fly."

Right. As if you grounded me for few months just because of my hair. HEY, it's your fault in the first place that I wasn't schedule OKAY?!

And oh, fyi, I'm NOT a FILIPINO! No foreigners shave their hair off! Why should I be the first one? Just because I don't have a sister's husband's uncle's niece's mother's brother who works in some airline company and who should be able to save this fucking school, doesn't mean I can be bullied! I'm quiet because I don't wanna start a fight with you NOT because I'm afraid of you! What do you have that I don't? Oh, that fucking attitude, sorry I've forgotten.

I can't express how much I hate this place anymore. I would rather get stucked in Malaysia, not having the feeling of leaving for so-called Superb Education abroad, than coming here to study, !@#$%^& Philippines!

Anyway, I'm relieved in a way because I realized that YOU will still be stucked in this fucking place for a very long, long time!

Sigh... Save me. I'm living in a very torturing and fucking bad place with faggot-attitude people...

Signing out ---

WHAT THE FUCK?!

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So, I've watched all these movies (Kung Fu Panda, Narnia II, Sex and the City, Indiana Jones IV) in the past week and yes, "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THOSE INCONSIDERATE FILIPINO MOVIE-GOERS?!"

Not once, neither twice nor trice! They keep making NOISE! Bloody fools! What, are they trying to translate English to English to me huh? When Prince Caspian appears, that stupid guy two seats next to mine said "Oh, that's the prince. His name is Caspian."

Yes yes, I can see that! I'm not that dumb, unlike you! GRRR!

A few more bitches said "OH MY GAWWWD, I have that very similar dress Sarah Jessica Parker is wearing!"

Ok, ok, whether you have it or not, make your noise outside the cinema puh-leasee!

God! Can't anyone even understand what Kung Fu Panda's Ad (for switching cell phones to silent mode) means?! It SIMPLY just means, "TURN YOUR CELLS ON SILENT, FAGGOTS!"

And and and, what was that? "Oh, it's an UFO! I'm really sure it's an UFO! They're aliens! I should have known that! I mean how could that kinda skull exist on earth right? And and the blah blah blah..."

CUT THE CRAP. THANK YOU.

Bullshit!

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Ever had a mate whom you chat with so often that you guys became best friends?

So close you will tell her/him almost everything; keeping almost no secrets. You will spend some time together, perhaps breakfasts, lunchs and even dinners!
Not to mention, enjoying some of the games you guys have in common as well.

Until one day, you will overheard something...

So unbelievably because you still believe s/he will never say something that harsh. It will be concerning the things you used to tell her/him; almost everything about yourself, and your secrets.

The saddest part will be, you yourself will witness this.
That is...

"Ahaha! Those are just BULLSHITS s/he (you) ever said to me! Hahaha!"

P/S : Be extra careful when it comes to making friends. Sometimes, even best friends will come into betrayal.




Got OVER It, Already!

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What the hell...

Pins and needles;
POCKING me;
marking me;
with scars on my heart;
as IF I were a soft sponge - limitlessly.
I'm still taking them in;
Unconditionally.
They still haunt me...

I do mind BUT I no longer care,
anymore!


P/S : Thanks for making and letting me grow properly (in very harsh ways) and maturely day after another - 'everyday' sounds best.



Misguided ---

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I'm always wrong, am I?
Even when i do the same things you did to me;
I say the same words you said to me;
I give the same expressions you gave me;
I... I...

Sigh... What can I do next?

NOTHING ---




Expect the Never-Expected

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You know me too well.
You understand my weakness.
You know it in the first place that I'm gonna do it.
Yes, I've done everything I could.
Yet, you never give a damn about it.
You're the one spoiling it now.
But not anymore, it's time to end this.

My weakness is now my strength.
This time around, expect the unexpected.
Pray to god you'll be safe within my range.


Go FUCK yourself biach!






I Didn't Know You Couldn't Speak English!

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What's the fucking problem with these assholes? Don't they know what's professionalism? We're all in the aviation industry, one of the most professional fields. Can't they just SIMPLY respect the foreigners who can barely understand the LOCAL tongue? Well, you won't catch me conversing in Cantonese with Mr. Chiang/ Mr. Tan/ Mr. Terence, Mandarin with Miss Thong/ Dr. Kew, Malay with Miss Deni or even Tamil (if I know how to) with Miss Regina, right? So, why can't these bastards just speak in the common language - ENGLISH?! Of course it's OK if they converse in the local language OUT of the class but definitely not IN the class WITH the Filipino instructors.


SINCERELY,
TheFuckingPissedOffForeigner - ME!