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Dear Sir or Madame, I am interested in writing a comedy-themed and/or travel blog for your website. In order to give you an indication of my writing style, I have included a recent sample of my writing. Thank you for your consideration. Sincerely, Chelsea Writing Sample: I discovered Sex on the Beach when I was a teenager, and I developed a taste for the drink of the same name a few years later. I will not bore the reader with the many ways I damaged my relationship with my roommate after the first time I was exposed to the drink, but I would like to defend my own actions by iterating that, for what many would consider a girly cocktail, Sex on the Beach has caused me to end up defenseless and on my back more times than I would like to admit. When traveling abroad, it has become my own personal ritual to order Sex on the Beach in whatever country I find myself. As one might expect, having Sex on the Beach is a great way to learn about a country's culture and open-ness to foreign influence. However, where one always knows what to expect from Sex on the Beach in America - a reasonable amount of vodka, some peach schnapps and a concoction of orange/ cranberry/ pineapple juice - almost anything is fair game in Sex on the Beach abroad - particularly in Asia. In China, when I ordered what the menu offered as "The Sex in the Bach," I wished I had previously known the Chinese to tell the bartender to limit the amount of paint thinner or gasoline or MSG or whatever the vodka substitute was that he used. In a rural village in Guatemala, when I politely asked my waiter for "El Sexo en la Playa," he politely suggested that I try a more classy drink called "El Amor en el Lago," a suspiciously blue version of Sex on the Beach. His suggested "Love on the Lake" was so intense that I am certain it killed whatever bacteria had been upsetting my stomach since my previous sexual encounter on the nearby lake. In contrast to Asia's and Latin America's willingness to accept the influence of America, I think I single-handedly worsened the current conflicts with the Arab world when I politely asked a Moroccan waiter to provide me with Sex on the Beach. If their government ever lets me back in, I will be sure to start slow with "Huddling Together in the Sandstorm for Warmth" and work my way up from there to legitimate, good, old-fashioned Sex on the Beach.  less

i got a sample here: BEFORE WAS THE CHILD-DREAMED I WAS STILL THERE “I wanted to make a legacy; to leave something in the world and to be remembered by people even if I’m gone! I simply want to make a difference.” Words to that effect expressed from a young child’s labium. I was six year-old then when I told my mom about how and what I wanted to be…(One thing I do not want when it’s quite and I’m alone is that I do always get to have scornful thoughts). Then the realization of my dreams started in my toddler years when I polished my passion in writing as I joined our school publication. My very source of inspiration and motivation was the appraisal and the sweet smile of my parents, seeing them happy and contented. Of course, I first consumed their attention being the eldest. But being the eldest with four siblings is a tough one. I matured earlier of my age, become responsible and have been exposed to the world with my parents oblivious of it all. They always thought I’m just a child, what they’ve seen was the talkative, understanding, thoughtful, open-minded and childish-ME. I’m maybe in a far-reached mountain but I still get to think about the economy, the governance and the dirty game. Poverty- I have always thought how and why the state of that word is never dying. It’s not just because I’m in lined with it, but because I do not want my parents to suffer it in their retirement ages. What any goodness can poverty offer aside from being resourceful? And what resources can the folks offer aside from their etched and wrinkled smiles? I’m so perfectionist then that I always wanted everything to be systematically done. But things did not go that way.. When I was in high school, I enjoyed every opportunities that comes along, be it in academic, or the extra curricular activities. I loved challenges and I enjoyed listening from people’s impressions, be it rude or vague. I use to see my family as the very ideal one, with reasons, that are so much to mention. But who can really say? Everything changes, so as the ideal that I use to see. I always thirst for achieving something great. My consciousness has never explained to me the logic until it was very late when I realized the reasons why. Parents are really proud for children having honors. Obviously; but I wonder why my father has never gone to stage for me. It has always been my mother since grade school up to that very momentous day in high school. I never missed a space on stage in every closing ceremony, and my honors are really good enough, but I always understand my father during those times, excusing himself because of duty-hours. I only started to doubt in high school. And I thirst for more. I have gone to many places as representative in any subjects or kind of contests the school will be having. But I had never seen such excitement from my father, like the one that my mother shows. I graduated in high school with admirable honors but my father, still did not pay much attention to it. Then came the transition I had in college. Quite young then, I managed to face my endeavors with a smile. And much more than any transition or culture shocks in my life happened. Being the eldest, I carried more of the burdens. I use to wear a façade of a clown to cover the pity- tainted loneliness I had. My parents; yes, their orientations rooted so deeply in me. And it was so unfair that I always claim my happiness only from them, because they were the only real and true happiness I thought I had. less

sir, witha high typing speed of 80 WPM and full time high speed full time net connection.ready to work 24/7 any time wih good gramatical knowledge I am just the right guy you are looking for!! Kindly send me the details! Regards Sayak PS: Sample enclosed Sample : Coke is one of the smartest and sexiest drinks ever made in the world of soft drink. The moment we gulp it in , it gives an icy cold thunderous shock due to which you have to stop for a moment, but its taste impales you with the luring greed to try once again and finish it! Under the scorching sun anybody would do just anything to get a sip of icy cold coke which vanishes the thirst inside the body with insantaneously! Its taste differs from other drinks as it gives a sizzly taste that reaches upto your taste buds core and creates a real enjoyment. One of the biggest market holders in every country Coke , a brand of Cocal cola company has really earned its stature in the industry in all aspects be it marketing , sales or advertising too. coke represents the youth of a country fully ready to explode with energy! And hence every young guy and girl relates to it!  less