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Christians, Be Careful What You Say On Facebook

4 Jun

Truth. So much truth.

While the Bruce Jenner* controversy is at its peak, be very careful about what you are tempted to say about it on social media. Though your gut reaction might be to post a comment/article that articulates your disgust, I beg you to reconsider. Here’s a couple of reasons why.

  1. Many of you are either looking at porn, or something close to it. I know this because some of the pages and videos that you “like” on Facebook show up on my news feed. You probably don’t realize this, because you keep doing it, and I keep seeing it. Unfortunately, all sexual perversion is a result of human corruption. You have it, I have it too. But you might want to reconsider publicly shaming one perversion when you have another.
  2. Related to reason #1, you don’t understand the gospel. There is nothing wrong about outwardly expressing your disgust at sin. The…

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Double Standards at the Gas Station

10 Jan

So there I was. Almost near that horrible empty line. The gas pump icon lit up the second my Hyundai rumbled to life in my driveway. Like a true procrastinator, I never make time in my schedule to get gas unless I absolutely need to despite the many times I have been warned about how dangerous it is to drive on a close-to-empty-tank and, especially as a young lady, to make sure my tank never runs out.

Thankfully because I have procrastinated so many times before, I knew that I had enough gas in my tank to make it to a cheap decent gas station. And, I did. I killed my engine with a triumphant smirk on my face. Then, I looked up and that smirk vanished before I could blink.

What do you think I saw?

a) Beyoncé

b) an ice cream truck

c) my car’s front hood on fire

If you guessed a, b, or c, you’re wrong. The answer is d) two guys talking to each other in between their stations. Both guys appeared close to my age. Both were average in physical appearance and hygiene. They wore pretty shoddy clothes and pumped gas into equally inglorious cars.

My first thought: Great. The day this week I decide to wear a dress and need gas. I don’t feel like getting hit on today. I just want to be home. Stupid contacts coming in early.

A lot of other thoughts run through my head. Like: Maybe I should just move to Pump 1. It’s closer to the road. I’m gonna drive that way anyway so might as well. And, Why God? Why me? Why today?

Finally, I got a grip on my mental, took a breath, and stepped out of my car. I’ve been hit on at gas stations before (on multiple, unfortunately memorable occasions), but I survived every single time and recently the incidents have grown pretty predictable. This time wouldn’t be any different just with different guys. So I thought.

I walked toward the store to pay for my gas and the boys’ eyes fell on me. They smiled, nodded hellos and me I shook out a smile their way then jerked my head straight ahead. I heard them exchange words, but neither said anything directly to me. I was a little taken aback, but when I paid for my gas and peered out of the store’s window to see them still conversing after pumping their gas, I prepared myself for anything. Finally, I exited the store and strut quickly to my pump without a look over in their direction with the straightest face I could manage fixed on my face. I’m talking the same face I make whenever I walk down the streets in New York. While pumping gas, I can’t help but look their way because both guys were parked at pumps in front of mine. To my surprise, they barely took advantage of the set-up.

Now, I’m looking around thinking, Okay. So maybe they aren’t going to hit on me. I’m actually free. 

But seriously. They aren’t hitting on me. What gives?

That’s right. The entire time I was pumping gas, even though I had taken extra care with my makeup, my hair looked wow-mazing, and the gusty wind that day was Marilyn Monroeing my dress, the boys didn’t say a word to me.

I’ll never know if anything might have come to a date or even a relationship with either of those guys had our lives crossed paths in a different place and time, but I think that’s okay. The fact that I was expecting any type of exchange, whether nice or vulgar, is not okay. I feel like any decent guy wouldn’t ask a girl out at a gas station unless the girl happens to be Choice A in my quiz above, of course. 😉

Another lesson I learned from this experience is how wrong it was of me as a woman to automatically think I would be assaulted just because I was surrounded by men. Although I have previous experiences at the gas station to make my case, I still felt like I had failed as a human being to have judged someone without any knowledge of their name and to have assumed their actions in part of their gender.

Furthermore, I caught myself bewildered by the fact that they hadn’t hit on me. I found myself almost troubled by the lack of exchange. Then I thought, If they had hit on me–or hey, had the confidence to ask me out–what would I have done? I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I knew my answer and boy, was it shallow. 

I would’ve just smiled and blown them off. No matter what they did. I would have been blogging about an entirely different story, most likely complaining about some smutty-low standard guys at the gas station who hit on me, the poor, pretty girl who just wanted to get gas and drive off unviolated and less disappointed about the world we live in nowadays. #Feminism, right? (These are paraphrased thoughts, of course. Well, partly.)

But no. They proved me wrong. Guys still have control, guys still have standards and possess civility. Not all men are scumbags trying to score top player in the Belt Notch game and women should give those guys a shot. Every time.

Maybe I’m wrong and the reason those two guys didn’t hit on me is because they weren’t interested, but maybe they were. And maybe, just maybe, they are a glimmer of hope for the revolution of a beautiful-equal coexistence between our two sexes.


So, I made this movie….

14 Mar

This is a trailer for a movie I wrote/directed! It would mean the world to me if you checked the trailer and tell what you think. I wrote it to make the world more aware of the effects of bullying and hope to produce a second part! I also hope you decide to partake in my journey!

If you’re interested, click here:

23 Things To Do Instead Of Getting Engaged Before You’re 23

30 Dec

This is perfection.

Wander Onwards


As 2013 wraps up, I’ve been noticing more and more people getting engaged and/or married under the age of 23.

I get it.

It’s cold outside… you want to cuddle and talk about your feelings… life after graduation is a tough transition… so why not just cut to the chase and get married, right?  It’s hip. It’s cool. You get to wear clothing that wouldn’t normally be socially acceptable at the dive bar you frequent with the $5 beers.  Eff it. YOLO. YOMO! You only marry once…

Oh wait.

The divorce rate for young couples is more than twice the national average. Divorce is no longer a staple in a midlife crisis, but rather, something that SEVENTEEN Magazine should probably be printing on. Headlines could read,

“How to budget for your prom AND your wedding in the same year!”

“What’s HOT: Kids raising Kids.”

“Why your Mom doesn’t really…

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15 May

Hey all!

Yikes! It’s been awhile! You would never imagine the ups and downs I’ve had over the past month! It’s been crazy! But for updates on my life, visit! I’m the writer and it’s pretty funny and inspiring I would say…I mean, I’m being a little bias because I wrote it, but…





P.S. Here’s a gif just for you!



–Joni Juelissa ❤

Location Scouting Part 2

30 Mar

Ok, I think I’ve left you all waiting long enough. Now, for the rest of my location scouting day.

Oh, and if you don’t know what I’m talking about, here’s the link:


Nah, you can scroll down.

Alright, so we’re going down the path where the animals are, the sand got deeper…

OH! Then, we started getting tired…all hope was seeping from our hearts down to the souls of our feet and filling up our shoes–along with the sand we were being buried alive in.

Here’s a picture of me freaking out when I heard wildlife:


After another mile, that’s when we saw civilization. More specifically, a multi-million dollar community with an awesome 18-hole golf course. Thanks to my Tiger Woods crazed father, that last sentence sounded like I actually care to watch the Golf Channel.

This is pretty much how the golf course looked:



Being that the neighborhood is mega-rich, we had to be extra careful about security.


Me hiding from the cops…tehee

We hid behind bushes and trees…for as long as we could until a golf cart came our way. You could only imagine what was going off in my mind…I’ll just show you to save you the trouble.






had to find a reason to use this again.

Yep, that explains it. Luckily, my gorgeous asian friend (you’ll never guess which one) was able to talk us out of it by conversing with the man in the cart and scooting off into the woods again while hoping K-9s wouldn’t come after us. If all did fail with that guy, we already had a plan: We were all friends of hers visiting and she was an adopted child of her grandparents who were out shopping in town so they weren’t home to hear about us terrorizing the neighbors (perks of being a filmie; storytelling is all day, err day 😉


From there, we attempted to get to this beautiful promise land field. It was gorgeous…until we suspected snakes being in the higher grass we were stepping in. Just a reminder, I was wearing these:


I was not about to walk into a pit of snakes (literally).

In the end, it all worked out. We listened to Frank Sinatra and part of the Lion King, which lifted the nature spirit in us to find the perfect field in the reserve that looks like:



Yep, I was pretty happy. This is actually two days ago…well, three now technically.

There’s actually more to this location scout story. Like these awkward pizza guys we met an hour away trying to find a park for the film, this nice ’40s style place with an awesome waitress that gave us really nice water when we came out from our pee stop in the restaurant (yeah, I actually hate that restaurant now; only because of this lady named Kathy; #ew) 

But we didn’t take pictures and I’d hate to bore you all with words, even though I believe I am a darn good writer.

If you guys would like to hear what happened late that night, comment away! It would be so encouraging!

Til then or next time, peace!

-Joni Juelissa ❤



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