I am an Essays.ph writer and hell yes, I’m proud to be one

I can still remember how I was looking for a job then, (because I’m 22 and I felt the need for financial independence.) when I came across Essays.ph in my Jobstreet account. Did I think twice? Of course not. I applied immediately and I anxiously waited for a reply. I thought my application was rejected because it took the editors three weeks before they were able to review my sample essay (that was completely justified, dear eds, now that I know how busy you all are, kisses :*) I was able to finally start an assignment after a week.

It was my first part-time job. No, it was my first job at all and I’m very happy about it. I’m very happy that it took me two months, to finally realize that it is work I’m doing. I love my job so much to the point that I annoy the hell out of my sister whenever I check the Essays.ph online forums (which I did every 5 minutes or so, excluding the time I merely refreshed the page). I was elated with all the writers who warmly gave their welcome. They were all very nice to me.

The first assignment I took was about funeral insurance (I was internally torn, how could I start my writing career on such a sad note?) because it was the safest subject I could manage at the time. That was the most memorable assignment I took, not only because it was the first, but because I got my first revision request on that one too. I can still remember the revision comments…

“Readability issues, tone is negative - writer uses a lecturing tone that might turn off potential customers.”

I really found it very funny then. After all, how can you not be so negative when you’re writing about funeral insurance and why you should practically get one? But all of them are very professional, so I did what I was told.

I got my first three hundred points after a week. I was bloated with joy after I have received my first ever salary. I was so proud then holding my money like a diamond, not because it is, but because it was hard-earned. Because I’ve worked hard for it and it was MY money. I was silly, but I was very happy. Alas, the financial independence I was longing for…

But it was more than financial independence that I found. I found myself a hobby (and a productive one too!) and I get to interact with professional writers, book lovers, and caffeine addicts. It was everything I hoped for and more.

As law school creeps, I was stressed out on a daily basis; Essays.ph became a diversion I found acceptable. I was determined to be as knowing as I could possibly be, outside law school bounds.

With that, Essays.ph didn’t disappoint me. I’ve learned to veer away from formal English and instead go conversational and direct. They were right, fluffs would neither add substance nor will it make an essay gratifying to read.

To those who are asking if Essays.ph a scam, well it isn’t. It is in fact, the greatest job I’ve ever found so far. Essays.ph even has an office located in Makati and you could surely visit if you don’t believe me. It has the best team of writers there is.

Maybe a few years from now when I become a lawyer, I would still long to write in Essays.ph. Not for money, but simply for the love of it. 

When frustration’s in the scene.

Frustrated. But I believe, I know I can tough this out. I just want to smile and remember that everything I did was not for me alone, that I cared for others. I just want to prove to myself that nothing can bother me much, that I had the worst and got over it with amazing finesse. I had to do some pep talk with myself and decided that I want to laugh at the faces of my critics more than just to mope around. You know how strong I am and eventually, you’ll get tired of trying.

And to the people whom I expected support, thank you very much for failing me, for putting me down and for giving me the incentive to do better and laugh hard at your failed attempts.

This I tell you, you WILL NEVER have the capacity to obliterate me cause I won’t give you that much of a SUCCESS. You won’t even scratch the surface.

Sometimes I just want to breakdown and give up because that’s easier and that’s normal. But everytime I try, images of me reigning above all else becomes everything that fills my head and suddenly it becomes everything I have always wanted. So sorry, cause you’d never have the chance to kick me in the gut without facing a good fight.

Right now I’m fighting, really hard. Hard enough that I gave giving up a thought. But no, I didn’t fight for so long to give up now. I applaud you for having that much influence on me. But that thing ends there. Ends now by the way.

However disappointed I was, I will always be thankful to those people who chose to stay with me and wished for the best. You guys held my ground so strongly that even though roads became shaky, I stood up with grace.

Lastly,

Fiends, I hope you get happy. As happy as you DESERVE. :)

If you believe in Jesus Christ, reblog this and don’t just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.

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(via einjelistar, -lalalove)

Postcripts To A Bloodbath

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Mr. Mendoza was already upset even before he saw on television what the policemen did to his brother. The other tourists who remained inside the bus were complaining. Wei Ji Jiang wanted to go to the bathroom. Dao Chi Yu was hungry and the rest were just groaning and whining like they have forgotten that our lives rest in Mr. Mendoza’s hands. The hostage taker, as you know him was really nice. He treated us okay and even let the elders and the children leave the bus. He said your policemen treated him unfairly. He was a policeman too and was accused of doing something he had no knowledge of. But your government didn’t listen so he used us to get everyone’s attention. Things would have never turned for the worst if he didn’t see how his family was dragged out of their house and taken into custody. He was watching the news all the time as we huddled around each other behind the bus. He shouted some words in your language then started shooting in the air. A girl about my age started screaming. Mr. Mendoza demanded her to stop but she didn’t understand English. God, he had to slash her neck with a knife just to put her to rest. Her boyfriend who tried to hit him was shot in the head. Tension was rising. You can see in his face how scared and confused he was. The bus driver ran away leaving him alone with strangers from a distant land. I can see him walking across the aisle, sometimes pointing his machine gun to one of the tourists. But he tried his best not to hurt us, especially those who really cooperate. I guess its in your nature not to inflict pain on others unless it was necessary. I remember him saying that he will free us before sundown and implored us to forget everything when we return home. But his words don’t matter now. The policemen were trying to force their way in, while we all lied down to shield ourselves from bullets. Mister Mendoza blindly shoots at his enemies which I think kept them from rescuing us. I hear sobs under the chairs. Some were even shouting the names of their loved ones even when the air merely eat their words. Kevin Tang tried to escape when the glass door was was shattered, but one shot and he slumped on the floor with blood gushing from his mouth. Heavy rain pitter-pattered on the rooftop. In old Chinese saying, it means an end to a struggle. Finally, somebody was able to open the escape hatch at the back of the bus. Freedom. But I knew Mister Mendoza was still alive. I knew he was just waiting for a chance to strike back at his enemies. So I told those around me not to escape. Let the authorities come for us instead. Then there was gunfire. He was firing at his enemies with a machine gun. Those who were at the escape hatch fled abandoning us once again. It’s like a nightmare with no end and to wake up means a certain death. Then somebody from outside the bus threw a canister. It forced out a black smoke that is so painful to the eyes and putrid smelling to the nose. People started screaming. We cannot breathe. Some ran in front of the bus but Mister Mendoza warned them of stray bullets. It was too late. One was hit on the head, the other was hit on the shoulders. Bullets were now flying. Its like the authorities thought we were all dead. Mister Mendoza finally admits his mistake and said sorry to everyone, dead or alive. He then ran towards the front of the bus where he would meet his maker. As he passed by my chair with bullets whistling overhead, I clutched my hand on the velvet curtain and wrapped it around my face. All I could think of was to stay alive - for my child who is waiting for me back in Xinjang.

I know I will survive, I will come home.

Bang Lu Min Survivor, Quirino Bloodbath

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Found this here.

I know you guys are being bombarded with Manila hostage news and opinions left and right, but I just can’t stand not reblogging this one. This will be the last hostage-related Pinoy Tumblr post from me, I promise.

On election day,

Be your greatest and wisest self.

To all those religious groups who dictate their members to vote their declared candidate,

Who the hell are you to discern for them and their future? You are one in faith but not in all beliefs. Get away from politics, live what you preach and don’t be a total hypocrite.

To the candidates who intentionally love to appeal on the people’s emotional side,

Being a good actor/ actress will never in any way, make up for not being a good leader. You are all pathetic to rely on people’s pity, and you are all the more pathetic to deceive the public, making them believe that you deserve to win just because you’ve been poor before or that your mother died. For you to know, many people have gone through the loss of a loved one and many people persevered their way to a good and comfortable life without bragging. Unfortunately, some people rely on these experiences,hoping that those [experiences] will make them deserve the position they aspire. You are all rotten WRONG. Experiences critical people want to hear are those of achievements that will make us believe that you can LEAD us. Please, this is politics you are after, not Showbiz.

To those in showbiz,

Remain there. Stop dreaming beyond what you are able.

To all registered voters,

Vote and don’t be lazy. Election is no ordinary event, it is a life-changing event. It is our responsibilty to decide on how we want to be ruled. You want a moron to rule you? With all conviction,I do not. Since I can only decide for myself, I am pleading to everyone, BE CRITICAL. This is the only time people can get to show  that they will never again be persuaded by crappy political ads that do not make any sense.

This world needs more love and less paperworks. I concede.

At the very least, vote for people who can do those paperworks effectively. Ideally, love must prosper everywhere. But in a dump site where you can’t even find a shelter conducive to that emotion, how will you feel it? More so spread it? Disease, yes. Love? no. That is the sad reality of things. Either we live on that reality or we get lost in a fantasy. Well, the most important thing now is that we have in ourselves, the POWER TO CHOOSE.

I know this cliche have scratched our ears over and again, but this is what we need now more than anything else. VOTE WISELY.

Let us all exercise our right and fulfill our responsibilities.

Thank you!:)