the writing world

i've been looking to find a suitable work-at-home job for me for the past few weeks. i guess you could say that i've sent multiple applications in a day only to find that i'm not the one they're looking for because they hire someone who can compromise for a low-paying rate for a 500-word original article. how can writers get what they deserve when they outbid one another just so they can get the job assignments to themselves? employers are now smiling because some would just settle for $0.50 for an original article. i don't know but something is just not right. maybe i was looking in the wrong places. i had better look for other options.

bad apples

these are real emotions. i wrote this one some years ago..

question: bad apples, when mixed with the good ones, would you know the difference? or would the good ones rot with them, too? i do agree that one bad apple can spoil the whole basket. but would this apply to people? well, certainly it could. depends upon what kind of an apple that person is. sometimes the bad apple gets rotten so fast before it starts to pass the rot along with the good ones. the best thing to do with bad apples is to let them rot by themselves. separate them with the good ones. when it completely rots, we can bury them to the ground where they can be used as fertilizers hekhek what the heck.. i'm not really a good writer. but i know you read me like you really can.

i've posted it once, and deleted it. now, i'm posting it again. just for fillers since i can't come up with a post right now. life has been busy. today, it is still is. i have to run now.

what a blunder!

i feel so bad about what happened today. i didn't expect i could hurt my husband's ego. me and my big mouth! i couldn't bring back what words came out of my mouth but i know it was so insensitive of me to let him feel so stupid when i didn't intend to. maybe i was just too tired. don't get me wrong. i wasn't complaining about attending to the baby full-time since i get to do that only on weekends because i am a working mom. but i was probably exhausted that little things would quickly annoy me. i thought he didn't pay attention to me when he asked about the feeding bottle thrice. and so i was like irked at it which made him angry or feel bad about it because i made him feel like he's so stupid he didn't get what i was saying the first time. at least that's how it occurred to him. but God knows i didn't and i wouldn't think of him as stupid. i wouldn't marry him if i thought he is.

read my thoughts for free

This blog is dedicated to everyone who wants to express their opinions, sentiments, disappointments, frustrations, joys, happiness and what-have-you without ever having to reveal themselves.

Let this be a blog about my thoughts. And just about anything else. With a fervent hope that this may keep my sanity intact.

I don't know where this is going. But it's well worth a try. If at any time, somebody stumbles upon this blog, please feel free to read my thoughts. We might be sharing the same thoughts, too. Comments and opinions are certainly welcome. But please be nice.