Face It, You’re Poor

There is absolutely no way to deny it. You are poor. Face it, at this point, you’re realizing what a terrible mistake you’ve made moving out of your parent’s home, out of the assurance of home cooked meals, hot water, above average broadband connection, and of course, what every homeowner dreams of… “Free utilities” (In quotation marks because, let’s be truthful… there really is no such thing as FREE utilities).

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Welcome to Your Mid-20s: Things to Keep in Mind

Being in your mid-20s has nothing to do with how old you are. The Mid-20s is a state of mind that, unfortunately, I cannot properly define. All I know is, there are certain things that will show that you’re actually in this period in your life. Its fucking confusing, and a drag, but, if met with proper preparations… it’ll be a little less of those things.

Here are a few things to keep in mind:

This is how kids see us Mid-20s folk.

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Uncontacted People, and Shattered Beliefs

Recently, I discovered a few articles about “uncontacted” civilizations/tribes in the most remote of areas in the world. Some were clear hoaxes, some were uncovered as a hoax 20 years later, while some are still just speculations. However, regardless if they are real or not, it sparked people’s imaginations. Just when we thought we knew everything, or most, about who we are, we then discover something that throws our understanding off guard. It’s a good analogy when it comes to figuring out who we are as a people vis-a-vis our country, our continent, and even our universe.

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The Fortress: Things I’ve Learned From My 1st Year of Living Alone

Most Filipinos my age would find living on their own daunting, pointless, and sometimes even scary. I could not agree more. Living alone is all those things, and more. Traditionally speaking, we are not designed to live alone. Remember that shit about a man not being able to live like an island? That shit is true: In every fucking way possible.

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