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Day 39 – The Isolation Journals: The Badder the Better

all over the place. no smooth transitions. bad grammar. not on purpose. fluff. pointless. empty words. nothing heartfelt. stuck. writer’s block. frustrating. forced. fake. unsatisfying. unfulfilled. nothing quotable. no witty ending. no gem drop. i even feel bad when i … Continue reading

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a day like today.

some days it’s no snooze button and not being distracted during meditation. it’s a matching yoga outfit and hitting every pose. it’s a well-balanced breakfast and mushroom coffee. it’s shaving your legs and even brushing your hair, a vitamin-c serum … Continue reading

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Shelter in Guilt.

One of my biggest regrets in life – yes, even more than answering a certain phone call or returning that text, is credit card debt. It all started in college when I used my credit card to book a trip … Continue reading

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Skin QuranRoutine.

You guys. This will probably jinx me with three huge zits on my chin tomorrow morning, but dare I say it? My skin has been better than ever since SIP. Too bad nobody else can fucking see it *insert end … Continue reading

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All Because of Rice.

I had a moment as I was cleaning rice today. I felt the grains slip between my fingers, saw the water turn a milky grey and thought about all the “Filipino-ness” I took for granted growing up. I haven’t kept white … Continue reading

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Shit Bitches Love Quarantine Edition IX

I’ve documented the shit that bitches love for the past few years. Just as the tides change, seasons change and what we love changes along with it. What better time to write a new edition than while in quarantine and … Continue reading

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What am I?

Intimacy. Licking your brain, while massaging mine. Exploring you inside and out. Becoming one then two then one again. Feeling you. Tasting you. Loving you. Lingerie and tailored suits, sundresses and basketball shorts. A deep exhale, a slow groan. A … Continue reading

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The Isolation Journals – Day 2: Nora McInerny

I am now on Day 26 of sheltering in place. My household started a week before it became official, and the cabin fever has finally settled in. On Monday I had the realization that while “This too shall pass”, it’s … Continue reading

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The Isolation Journals – Day 1: Suleika Jaouad

Dear Simone, I always wanted a boy. I think I turned out pretty fucking awesome, but God forbid I have me another one of me. I’ve always wanted a boy … up until now. And it’s not that I want … Continue reading

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Anxiety.

we met in the only childhood room I ever had to myself. Teddy-bears and other stuffed animals danced above my head, and Luther Vandross’s Here and Now played softly on the radio. I was only 5, maybe 6 when yo told … Continue reading

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