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Author: billyjoycreus

  • millennial money messes

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    I’m a millennial gal to my core. Born in 1992, my 30s commenced in 2022 and it’s been almost 3 years since I was “reborn” to grow up in my adulthood.… millennial money messes

  • What else is left to do? Forgive.

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    Growing up in an environment where clear apology is not normally heard, I made myself a not-so forgiving person–which I would always use as alibi when in a conflict and I don’t feel like reconciling with the other party. Partly that’s true, somehow it’s the only truth I ought to take hold as I try…

  • millennial money messes

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    billyjoycreus
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    I’m a millennial gal to my core. Born in 1992, my 30s commenced in 2022 and it’s been almost 3 years since I was “reborn” to grow up in my adulthood. In my teens, I dreamed of turning 30. I picture a 30-year old as someone who has figured it all. She is the woman…

  • para sa tatay nina Niccolo at Niccola*

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    Ikaw na may mabuting puso, na mamahalin namin palagi– Nagkadaupang-palad na ba tayo? Nahawakan mo na ba ang mga kamay ko? Nayakap na ba kita? Nagkwento ka na ba ng mga nangyari sa araw mo? Naririnig mo ba ang mga bulong ko na umuwi ka na; mag-iingat kang palagi; mahal ka namin; kami ang pamilya…

  • dare to bare

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    Can I wash my dirty laundry in public? I’d actually love to. I recently heard that what really sets us free is the acceptance of the truth–the truth about ourselves. Mostly, this truth is ugly, dirty, and one we ought not to see. But as things get weirder and weirder, aren’t we supposed to even…

  • To you who I allowed to break my heart over and over: an open letter*

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    You’ve always been my “superman,” but you are also the Golden Retriever type. With you I am raw, and true, and free–and only you can “tame” that chaotic and complicated moments of who I can be. You have been my fantasized lover, and I always picture us doing so many things together. In my dreams,…

  • How’s the Soul?*

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    August 14, 2014 at 11:51am THE REASONWe’ve wronged the social definition of romance. Or perhaps we were too ignorant of what it really was, or is, or will be. We were never certain of anything but this. This. We don’t even know what to call it. We just know how it feels like to have…

  • Granted

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    October 22, 2014 at 10:24 am There was once a girl I liked so much–She has this short hair almost her shoulder-level. She’s petite and with curves, no one dares to ask her preference. She would sing songs I’ve never heard of. She would speak Greek to me–mature in a depth I found hard to swim into. She…

  • Going Slow

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    October 15, 2014 at 3:38pm My life has always been in the fast lane. And in itself is a fast lane.  I was 10 when I dreamed to be 20, so I can be free. I’m 22, yet I still couldn’t catch the drift of what they call “freedom”. I still see cobweb gates barring…

  • Flopping Forever

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    June 25, 2014 at 7:01am Dear forever, I am sorry to hear you have a blurry vision. All that I see in you are but scattered pieces of the puzzle I long to solve.  You were crying? I’m sorry I can’t be there yet. I am alone working for us. These already broke even the…