chronicles of a millennial.
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a few weekends later;
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CTRL + N
There’s a lot of things I have dreamed of doing like: still haven’t done these things but everytime I find myself listening to my friends yap (especially reaching 30, reaching 40, you know the invisible gap) it’s always that they’re lost they hated the idea of who they could have become. The what ifs they…
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three updates.
sorry for having gone MIA. I lied to myself a lot about coming here and pour my hearts out in long blog entries since October. There’s lots of major life-altering shit happened since, but to sum it all up concisely: happy new year – hugs!!!! with love, meow.
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G-30S. Messy.
just finding the title freshly fitting with the timing of this writing – minutes before September ended heheh. Hitting the messy thirty then. I felt like yapping and writing alone here. So allow me pls. two weeks ago I hopped on a last-minute plane ride to celebrate this dirty thirty in a place where (insert…
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[draft] in-transits gate 30;
The stepping back could get a hundred times harder when you’re busy living at high velocities. the hard crave to be left alone and self-reflect romanticising the process can feel unattainable. but now that my roaring twenties chapter and the reign seemingly due for an upgrade. the urge to ask yourself a million questions is…
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Things I have never done:
1. Working for a big corporate. Before I went to college, I already found myself in early days of tech in ride-hailing era of Grab and Uber opening their operations in Jakarta, out of small hotel rooms. Then shifted to fintech, and insurtech, then proptech, everything techie, but none of which was a large corporation…
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On picking the wrong sports.
How many rigorous sports does a person, an ambitious one, should stick to exactly? mumbled I. Came into this sports club with a friend, dragged out of bed, not a single sip of coffee on my way here. Just wanted to sweat and push the YOLO out of me. I looked around and these guys…
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these universes they talk;
I had the absolute worst shin splint one evening it became unbearable. Was it that from the shoes I wore or running like an idiot too fast on that basketball court earlier that day. The excruciating pain got the best of me I was then brought to see the doctor the following day. Just weird…
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A decade reminisced, reinventing still.
surreal to say, but boy was I turning twenty-fucking-nine just a few weeks back. Had a damn good run into my roaring twenties regardless. And nothing more I’d enjoy more doing than writing a flash recap of different lives I’d lived here, coz now we’re turning into spectators of our own and you feel like…
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Limerence on San Junipero.
dammit, loathed I. Feet all wet, fresh off of the boat with these luggages I could barely carry anymore. The endless flights and transfers and taxi and boat and taxi again and uh can’t remember but I’m here now.
Muhammad Carlos 