The appleberry...

You’re just like my own cup of coffee. Not too bitter, not too sweet. Just the right mix, enough to keep me going

I’m not sure if I’m wrong. As far as I know, my boyfriend is not a coffee lover, but yeah, we hang out in coffee shops once in a while.

CHICCO DE CAFE (Wednesday)

Funny note: When it comes to eating out, I always let him order for us.

Enter Mr. Waiter with mocha frappe, appleberry coffee, and cookies & cream cake! I reached out for the red cold appleberry assuming that it was what he ordered for me, because obviously, it’s like a super girly beverage…blah!!! I was wrong…. =D

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I did like the mocha frappe anyway..and oh the cake. Makes me crave for more!!

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Boyfie and his appleberry.. XD

Work Tenure is Bleh...

I’m sipping my third cup of coffee for the day. I’m not really a coffee junkie until I gave away all my medical books to all the dust in my bookshelf to become a writer.

Now that I’m the only full time content writer at the office, I am starting to feel the pros and cons, which by the way, is almost killing me..(days with “kill me now moments” like this makes want to borrow Harry’s invisibility cloak—-I want to disappear!)

So many things to do, but so little time.

1.) There’s this new online tool that my boss handed to me. Said I should learn the loops and folds of it in order to generate tons of spun descriptions for his websites. It’s called “The Link Juicer” where it uses a software called SPYNTAX to spin articles. I really don’t understand a thing and the last time I checked, I’m supposed to be a writer, not a link builder. But yeah, added learning. Why not? Besides, this gives me more reason to ask for a salary raise..hah!

2.) The virtual blogs. I’m supposed to think of 10 persona to be the authors of 10 personal website. I ought to think of 10 different personalities with different stories to tell. My boss wanted me to do this in order to get links and traffic for his online shop.Uhmmm, I really don’t know how to start off with the persona in the first place. Hmmm?

3.) The never ending articles for ezine.

I know it’s my job to write. In as much as I want to maintain a plausible work tenure, I just can’t. Not that I’m lazy (although I often think of procrastinating), but I’m not superman you know?

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I won’t let Bygones be Bygones

Here’s a picture of me with my elementary friends. Well, who would have known that after 10 long years of no communication, we’d be meeting up with our stories that seem endless. And while there were only a few of us who came that night, I knew everyone did went home with aching jaws and hurting tummies —-Yes, because of too much laughter.

Internet sure got wonders and Facebook? GENUIS! Uh-huh if it weren’t because of this social site, bygones would have left bygones forever. But not anymore!

BLOGSQUE

I write less when my mind is occupied with dozen unselected thoughts. I’ve been meaning to write a blog these past few days. I think I’ve already missed out a big chunk of my personal life that even a hundred word blog wouldn’t come off my brain. Every attempt ends up with a white page and a blinking cursor. It’s funny that I can’t get myself to write for my own blog when I’ve been deliberately writing tons of articles for my boss’s blogs.

I love writing, I hate writing.

I love writing for a living. Much that I work in an environment where people understand my odd behaviors as a writer. Yes, writers are odd; they have ways that are quite unenviable. But like I said, I love being in my workplace. Aside from home, it’s the only place where I feel a sense of belongingness. I actually love my cup of coffee in the morning and the fact that it gives me the energy that I need. My belligerent attitude towards writing gives me that gushing adrenaline rush running through my veins. And even despite my chicken like typing skills, I have surprisingly set forth a record that I never knew I would achieve: 25 articles in 12 hours. Of course, that only happened once. After I hit save for that last nasty article on forex trading, I thought I’d lost my mind forever. I was almost ballistic when I realized that I was blatantly unorganized. But thank God I still have my sanity.

In the same way that I love penning, I also hate it as much. I hate the fact that I’m obliged to write on topics that I usually don’t encounter everyday; let alone writing vague and by all odds, absurd topics. It’s never easy being a writer. I hate deadlines. I hate the pressure. I hate the fact that I am not able to deal with my personal sites because I have to be the content writer that I am. But nonetheless, I do get my consolation when the paycheck arrives *wink*. At least, an ice cream from that goes a long way.

In all honesty, I have been battling with my desires in life. But you know what I realized? No matter how hard I drive the other way around, my heart drags me back to where I should be. Need I say more?

And yeah, no more white page and blinking cursor!

Oh wait, missing out doesn’t usually result to the birth of a new blog right? But why am I here? I freakin’ don’t know.

*hoping that this won’t go to waste*