The Cafe Zone

What is it about coffeeshops that get my fires burning? for one thing, i can get in the zone playing the music loud on my ears, not worrying that somebody behind me calls out. and since its outside the premises of the office, i can ignore the number popping out on my mail app.

it's becoming an expensive workplace, but what the heck, i get things done. it's not exactly quiet like my home room but there's not a bed or a couch i can jump into, no TV to channel surf on and no DVD marathon session waiting to run. Plus, free internet to browse my sites doesnt hurt so bad, well, not if my fellow OCDs are asleep and postless on tumblr.

the orange lighting soothes me fine, the noise from the cars buzzing by and the loud lady behind me is not my concern nor the smoke that gets in my eyes. this is every bit of freedom and concentration as i can get. and hearing voices around can sometimes stir up new ideas that i can use for my writings.

When anxiety attacks...

I go on a frenzy! My credit cards has taken the toll on my wild purchases which i'm happily paying for these days.

I've paid my dues yet my long weekend was foiled miserably. So what's a poor soul to do? Go to mac center and buy an ipod classic to load with angst ridden tracks and pop trash guilty pleasures.

Before this week, i splurged on 3 pairs of sneakers and wii accessories that's keeping me beat.

I have an explanation, im suppose to buy a couch this month but fortunately, my sister is giving me hers and all i hav to pay for is the transport service that my cousin gave me a reasonablr price for. My foiled vacation also saved me a chunk of dough. The music is back in the household.

A lesson learned well, if im planning for solitary confinement, i must not count on my bestfriend or anyone else.

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