Author: thinkingmillennial

My name is Jamie, a 20-something millennial. I hail from the south of the Philippines, General Santos City. I love traveling, reading and writing. This blog is an outlet of what I perceive to be a ‘creative overflow’ of words, of emotions, and of insights. Real struggles, real stories and no sugar-coated lies. I am one of the millions of thinking millennials. My name is Jamie.

When work no longer feels like a blessing

Have you ever had one of those days? I think we’d be surprised to know That we have this kind of everyday war, Within our very selves.  - For me, it happened As I was working on a Friday, Though it felt like a Tuesday. - Casually filling in cells in excel sheets. Meeting people … Continue reading When work no longer feels like a blessing

The Girl with the Issues & Tissues

I cried profusely that night.  In a stark and cold restaurant, with no other customer in sight.  - There were only - my friend and I. And the conversation was full of sobbing, full of sighs.  - I was the girl drowning in issues,  Gasping for breath, grasping for tissues.  - And the friend was … Continue reading The Girl with the Issues & Tissues

How to Spot a Toxic Friend

A tragedy involving a friend during college struck me a few years back. Her sudden passing left me paralyzed for some time.  Looking back at the moments we shared together - good times, and not-so-good times, I knew that they were memories worthy to be kept.  But sadly, because of misunderstandings our friendship was cut short, … Continue reading How to Spot a Toxic Friend

How to Pick Better Fights Online

I have seen one great malady in the world, you pick fights online, but they fall short, far below my standard.  The coronavirus is doing a much better work than you, really. I laugh in disgust. So why don't you, Christian, take a seat in my online class. It's free, no worries. No fuss. If … Continue reading How to Pick Better Fights Online

Hope for Unstable Women

We try to blame our  monthly red days, but truth be told, we ride emotional roller coasters more frequently than we had in mind, and longer than we intend to. One day, you’re up and running about - being on top of your game, and the next day, you feel like your world could crash … Continue reading Hope for Unstable Women

I don’t miss you.

Remember when these on-this-day’s were not yet around? I didn’t need a picture for perfect recall.  I remember, even without. I remember quite well.  How we once were. The tone of your voice.  The squinting of your eyes.  The movement of your hands.  The stepping of your feet.  And nope,  I don’t miss you...  I … Continue reading I don’t miss you.

Para sa mga Nega ngayong Bagong Taon

(Translation: For negative people, this new year). Hey, by now as you scroll through, you may find your feed swarmed with these: Thanks-2019 essays, Hello-2020 greetings, Best-nine photos, Day-1-of-365 tweets, And so much more. As we all recall what the year meant to each of us -  the good memories we want to get a … Continue reading Para sa mga Nega ngayong Bagong Taon

A post about the past

Whenever I don’t feel okay, one of the things I do is to go through my past notebooks. There in the pages are piles of mess.Out-of-place doodles,Unreadable scribbles,unfinished poems,It-is-finished verses,and prayer narratives -usually having tones of frustration,then thanksgiving. It’s amazing how much treasure trove,Our notebooks can hold.So much about the past,I don’t know if they … Continue reading A post about the past

Shazam, the unlikely hero convert.

For the second time in a decade, I gloriously watched a movie alone. For most times, I am really fine with being alone, but watching a movie, I think, is surely one of those things I recommend not to do alone. Haha. (also, I’m out of town, that’s why I’m alone hehe) To ease myself … Continue reading Shazam, the unlikely hero convert.

No Kindle’s in Heaven

My kindle crashed for a moment. It reboots and shows me this peculiar logo. Then I’m undone.... No Kindle’s in Heaven by Jamie Villamor To sit by the shade of the tree of knowledgeTo nestle on the top of the hill,To set thy droopy eyes on the text from thy kindle. I would very much … Continue reading No Kindle’s in Heaven