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Safe space

…and just like that, my sanctuary was invaded.

Like most people nowadays, I have my preferred social network. While I still use Facebook for work, no personal posts from the 13 people I am friend with appear in my feed. I also use Twitter, but it is also heavily filtered. My Viber is mostly family and close friends.

The social network I really love is Plurk. Though it’s mostly dead, with many of my contacts opting to stick to Facebook and Twitter, I like it because it’s already filtered. The ones left are those who savor the peace and quiet as much as I do.

But it seems that the political discussions are not just limited to Facebook, Twitter, and Viber anymore. It’s now in Plurk, too. For most part, I don’t mind, because it lets you see other people’s perspective. However, when it devolves to people pointing out how right they are and how stupid everybody else for not sharing their views, it goes nowhere and it repeats every time a news report comes out.

At this point, I can’t help but feel people are almost wishing for the president to fail, just so they can say that they were right. Please don’t wish that — if he fails, we all lose.

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Solace

I find solace in the fact that I still have passion for creating new content for my blog. While I continue to procrastinate on ticking off items from my pending to-do list of sponsored entries, I am invigorated by the thought of writing original blog post from my personal trips.

That makes me extremely happy.

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Subconscious

The problem is that my subconscious refuses to accept what my mind already acknowledge: we are not as close as my delusions would want me to keep believing.

The second problem is that my subconscious was the one who alerted me to that fact years ago, I just didn’t want to accept it. Now it bombards me with dreams, which would have thrilled me in the past, but today it just annoyed me to no end.

Sometimes, the worst enemy you can have is your own brain.

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Aftermath

After a long time not accepting money for a blog post, I caved and did one. I am reminded how easy it is to earn money in this industry at the right time.

I procrastinated all weekend, agonizing how to write the article. I was given free reign — just add the specific keyword and link. In the end, I did what came easiest: write my thoughts on being in between trips.

It sounds natural and personal. Not hardsell at all. I’m torn between feeling iffy about this (though I do have a prominent disclaimer at the top), and amazed at how relatively easy it was to earn that amount.

I read somewhere that sometimes you have to do things that you don’t like to earn money, yet it’s also not good to continue being miserable doing a job you hate. Is one exclusive to the other or is it possible to strike a balance?

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Backlog

It’s interesting how I managed to write here everyday for three weeks now, yet have not started on my other blog’s backlog. I guess it helps greatly that I don’t have to edit photos, or research.

All that, yet here I am accepting new opportunities.