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By: Anonymous
Date: 2023-08-20T00:33:25.752403Z
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Date: 2023-08-20T00:33:25.752403Z
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Date: 2023-08-20T05:18:27.693508Z
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Date: 2023-08-18T19:56:45.087879Z
Thats a big question to answer bc our view for ourselves doesn't match with others. Either is better or worse. I believe that if you know yourself then u can do or don't whats right or wrong. I was always proud of myself even for my mistakes or decisions that either was for my future or my personal matters. I am an introvert Sagittarius even at 37 i have those moments but I'm there whenever u need me, I'm your crying shoulder I'm ready to kill fory family and my loved ones. I will hear you i will tell you my opinion but the choise is yours. So I'm proud of me and myself bc i haven't let anything to change me. I'll always be Evi !!!! P.s DON'T ALLOW ANYONE AND ANYTHING TO CHANGE U
Date: 2023-08-20T04:10:05.371971Z
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Date: 2023-08-21T02:53:05.978963Z
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Date: 2023-08-19T04:35:33.801881Z
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Date: 2023-08-19T01:59:25.234510Z
When I achieve my goals that I have set out for myself and by others like my mentor who knows how to push me and allows me to make mistakes but is there when I need his advice. Me knowing that people who have said or even thought that I wasnt worth the time or energy to believe in are always proven wrong when I achieve my goals and they are still where they are at blamming everyone but themselves where they are. I have been around people who blame their life on the government not protecting them and giving others handouts but them when it's really about their choices in life of what they achive and don't achive. Everytime I achieve something I brag about it to myself everyday that "Hey I achieve that goal which I thought was so hard but really it was super easy so what's my next goal going to be and is it going to teach me a new skill or something new about myself that I just happen to wake up inside of me." That is how great people over come their problems and allow to improve themselves everyday. I also learn from not achieving goals that I need to find a different route to it because route a didn't work out for me but maybe route b will. Even if I fail from achieving the goal I know I try my hardest and I will be better next time I set that same goal. I also enjoy seeing the looks of my haters when they know that I'm achieving my goals and they arent because of their choices. It's all about believing in yourself and not listening to what others say about you that will make you succeed or fail. If you get the haters in your head with their negativity then they win but if you have them in your head as positive thoughts like "You wont make a million dollars in a year" instead you say "I wont make a million dollars in a year instead I will make a million dollars in 6 months." Then you have won the battle no matter what the out come is. Stay positive and use negative as the fuel for you to make your goals and so how much you have grown as a person.
Date: 2023-09-15T20:35:29.945685Z
I can surely say that my life changed the moment I saw that man pick up that penny from the floor, right by the bus stop. It was a cold morning, the sky was just clearing up, and I was laying down on the floor awake. I was already used to sleep in the street; had my carton boxes as my mattress and a dirty blanket as my only source of heat. I had been living like this for the past 6 years. It was just fall after fall until I got there, and I didn’t know how to get back up. I had lost everything, and I was by my own. I had seen the bus 71 passed a few times already since three in the morning when I woke up. I couldn’t never sleep much, and I was fine with it. Being up so early, before the day started for many, made me think a lot. I thought so many things, but I would always come back to the same thought, how did I manage to get myself here. I looked at myself and hated my guts. However, at the same time, I didn’t do anything about it. I was just like a candy wrapper that somebody threw in the trash but never got in, and it just flew away into the lonely streets. That was me; floating around finding a new spot to call home for the night. At first, I would try to look for a hidden place so people would not see me. But with the years, I stopped caring. I thought I had stopped caring about what people think, but in fact, I had stopped caring about myself. I just didn’t care at all. Until that morning when I saw that man in the bus stop. I would see him every morning get to the bus stop and get in when the bus 71 arrived. I figured he was going to work. It was like clockwork, every morning he got in the bus and then every evening he would arrive. In the beginning, I didn’t pay much attention. I saw many people like him get on with their day. But that change when I started noticing that this man would pick up coins by the bus stop. He would not only pick them up, but he would walk around the bus stop looking for them in the ground. He would do that until his bus arrived. He always looked clean, well-groomed, and well dressed, so I wondered, why would he need to pick up those pennies? I mean, I didn’t even do that, and I think I needed them more than him. So, it turned into a habit to wake up and wait for this man get to the bus stop and do his daily routine. Monday thru Friday he would do that. And it went on like this for over a year. I was so curious to know why he would do that, that I decided to go up and ask him. So, the next day, I saw him get to the bus stop as usual, and I got up to go talk to him. So many thoughts were going through my mind while I was crossing the street that I didn’t notice an oncoming car and I got hit bad. Next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital. I had a few broken bones here and there but luckily, I survived. I got better and recovered. While I was in my physical therapy, I met this lady who treated me with so much love that it made my heart beat again. She not only helped me through my physical recovery, but also helped me recover my life back with her love. I got out of drugs and out of the streets. I got a job and started my way up little by little. It was like I was born again. But throughout all that time, I never stopped thinking about the man in the bus stop. Many years after my accident I went back to the spot I used to call home. It was just the entrance of an old warehouse. Is soon as I was there, a chill went through my spine as I remembered how cold those nights were, the smell of the carton and the streets, how lonely can someone be without anybody knowing you even exist. By that time, my whole life had turn upside down. With the help of the physical therapy lady, who was now my wife, we had started a business and life was good. And now, after so many things, I wanted to find out about that man in the bus stop. As I was there, I was anxious to see him get to the bus stop again. But this time he never arrived. I was a little upset I couldn’t get to see him, but I did understand that people’s life changes, just how mine had so radically changed. I got in my car ready to leave when I saw an older man being pushed in a wheelchair. It was him. I got out of my car real fast and run to him. This time though, I saw around before crossing the street. When I got there, the lady who was pushing him, who I assume was a nurse, got a little bit alerted as I appeared from nowhere. I explained to both my whole story. Then the gentleman explained his story to me. He told me he would not only look for coins in the floor in the bus stop, but wherever he went. The reason he was always picking up pennies it was because of the lady that was pushing him. She was not his nurse; she was his daughter. And that every penny he had picked up all those years, had helped him to pay her medical school. Now she was a well-established doctor. And him, the proudest dad ever. When my wife gave me the surprise that we were expecting a baby, I suggested to name her as that man had named his daughter. Her name was Mae. My wife loved the name. The day she was born, Doctor Mae brought our little Mae to this world. And both dads were very proud of what we had accomplished. Ever since then, we have been friends. There is not a day that I think that, maybe, if I wasn’t curious enough to want to know why he was picking up pennies in the street, I would’ve never tried to approach him, and I would’ve never been hit by that car, and I would have never met my wife. Life can be crazy, but there is no doubt we can do something about it and make it beautiful.
Date: 2019-07-16T00:43:33.914834Z
Dear Juliantina movie team. Before June 27th I knew nothing about Mystoryplace. (I know...sad story). As the producers encouraged fans to tell of their Juliantina ideas I figured, why not. So I came and I wrote, which I've thoroughly enjoyed. For me, that was a big deal. But what I've loved the most are the stories that fans are sharing. I found funny ones that had me cracking up, sad ones that made me cry. There are those that just pulled at my heart strings. Everyone with a story to tell. There are brilliant storylines, plots, ideas, suggestions, characters, do's and dont's plus so much more. Sometimes it's like reading a book or watching a movie. There's truly amazing talent here. I hope that you guys are really paying attention and taking notes. Because it would be something amazing if you really did use some of those ideas maybe even in the spinoff. You asked and the Juliantina fans have certainly responded with their stories. Thanks again Billy, Carlos and the rest of the team for the movie and spinoff. Thanks to Ivana for Mystoryplace. We're looking forward to all of it. 💟
Date: 2021-10-05T01:40:35.430404Z
Jessie bit her lower lip so hard that she could almost feel the ferrous taste of blood dripping subtly from her lips, which were fortunately painted an equally intense red, something that was not at all common for her. The car had just stopped, and with it all the doubts she had about that night settled in the pit of her stomach, squeezing it with fervor. If she hadn't been sure to attend that party before, now that she was in front of the ostentatious place where it would take place, much less. Tom had warned her that it was a luxurious celebration in a very exclusive location. But she wouldn't have imagined something like that in a million years. She was literally at the entrance of a huge mansion with tall marble columns reaching almost to the sky from her perspective. A gigantic oak door that led to long stairs of the same material as the columns, which blended perfectly with the endless windows that finished decorating the front of the house. She swallowed thickly and took a deep breath, releasing the air in a long breath. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember the exact moment when she had thought that listening to her friend had been a good idea, instead of staying at home like every Friday in her comfortable pajamas, on her even more comfortable sofa, watching for the hundred time Marley & Me, wrapped in a soft blanket and with delicious chili popcorn. A sudden slam of the door brought her back to reality, finding herself alone inside the car as she watched Tom walk the short distance between the driver's seat that he had just left and the exact spot where the Tayet parking was waiting to take his keys. A second later, another of the employees opened her door, reaching out to help her out. Jessie had never had much, but neither could she say that she had had a bad time in life. Her mother and father owned a small hostel in Sayulita, the little town where she was born and raised. Her childhood and adolescence had been spent on the beach and in the small picturesque streets of the city. She hadn't needed more than that. After finishing school, she had moved with Tom to Mexico City to study veterinary, something she had dreamed of all her life. With the little that her parents had managed to save, and the tips that she herself had accumulated working as a waitress in the hostel since she was a little girl, it had been more than enough to pay a few months' rent and the beginning of her tuition. Fortunately, an old friend of her mother had not hesitated to give her a job at her restaurant when she arrived to the big city, and with much effort she had managed to survive without major problems or great luxuries, the first years. Now, just starting her professional practices, a few months ago she had obtained a position as a receptionist in a major veterinary center, on the recommendation of one of her professors. And she was doing well, she couldn't deny it. Enough to pay for the dress she was wearing at the time, but it didn't feel like her at all. Sure, she dressed very formal for work, but never a piece like that. Tom had taken her shopping that afternoon and insisted that she buy that garment. And actually, she didn't refuse too much, because she had liked it very much. Black, simple, short but not enough to be vulgar. It had a small semi transparent chiffon fabric insert that fell from the right side of her waist, adding that extra that made it different. And a slightly riskier neckline than she was used to. But it looked good. However, that was not how it felt. She took a few steps away from the car, taking the arm that her friend offered, entangling it with hers as they walked towards the door. With each step, she heard not only the clanging of her heels on the floor, but her heart pounding with nerves. She could feel it almost rising to her throat and then return to its place and repeat the process over and over again, increasing the speed with every second. “God, Jess, it seems that I'm taking you to the slaughterhouse and not to a party. Change that face, what an embarrassment” He interrupted her brief internal monologue that had just begun, going over the totally Tayid and understandable reasons why she should leave that place at that moment. “It's just that... I shouldn't have come, Ro. This, this is not for me, c’mon. Just look at these people” She shook her head slightly, studying the other guests, who fit perfectly into that puzzle. While she seemed to be part of another completely different game. “Of course not, my love. You look gorgeous, just like me. So, you get your anxiety down two lines or you medicate yourself, okay? You are a doctor for a reason” They walked a little further, and she could feel her knees weaken. “First of all, I'm not yet a doctor, technically. Besides, I study veterinary medicine, and as far as I know the only animal of the two of us is you” She replied, looking at him sideways, smiling at her friend's gesture of offense. “And secondly, didn't you say that "doctor" Jessie should stay at home today?” She finished, imitating the sharp voice of her friend. “Honey, don't use my own words against me, okay?” He stopped, turning so they could see each other face to face. - And yes, Jessie, my favorite vet is not here today. We are Jess and Rodri, the best friends who came together to conquer Mexico City years ago, and who are about to enter one of the most exclusive parties in this fucking country - Tom spoke with such enthusiasm that she could not help the smile forming on her lips. They were very different, they always have been. Appearances mattered a little more to him, fitting into society. Having fun, having a good time, meeting people. Jessie cared about doing something good with her life, no matter what other people thought of her. The interior was everything that the exterior predicted, marble and dark wood floors, tall walls in light tones, flashy decorations, antique art, and people walking around in elegant clothes everywhere. Waiters walking through the crowd offering champagne, and so many other drinks Jessie couldn't even name. Her father had had a few problems with alcohol, and although she drank from time to time, she strongly rejected it. Especially if she was going to be all night in a strange place with people she did not know. She preferred to take shelter. So she hit the glass of white wine that her friend offered, knowing it would be the first and last thing she would taste that night.