Author: camille

  • Soldier On

    Soldier On

    I don’t really have nine lives but every time something in my life goes wrong, I want to push a Restart button, live a wholly different life. Sometimes I wonder, if at another breaking point, I will make a chance to leave everything behind. I did it once, but had to go back. I’m still…

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  • You Ask Why Sometimes I Say Stop, Marge Piercy

    You Ask Why Sometimes I Say Stop, Marge Piercy

    You ask why sometimes I say stopwhy sometimes I cry nowhile I shake with pleasure.What do I fear, you ask,why don’t I always want to comeand come again to that moltendeep sea center where the nervesfuse open and the brainand body shine with a black wordless lightfluorescent and heaving like plankton. If you turn over…

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  • never too old for a make-up sleepover

    never too old for a make-up sleepover

    so my highschool friends and I waited until AFTER COLLEGE (or at least until the point where we’re graduating) before doing a whole girly sleepover. Complete with nail-painting AND make-up. WHATUP. it’s the first time we did this, haha, I am amazed!

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    I wanted to be held very tight so I could not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry. Wasted : A Memoir of Anorexia and BulimiaMarya Hornbacher

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  • What makes a day worth living?

    What makes a day worth living?

    I haven’t been that productive in school today. Aside from taking my long test in Western Art History, all I did was sleep, eat, chat with friends, with very minimal studying in between. I thought I’d wasted a day, but I started to realize that today was one of those days when I feel like…

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  • Reminiscing Singapore

    Reminiscing Singapore

    I just received from the mail a card my friend from Singapore sent over a month ago. Yes, Philippine post sucks but I’m just glad it didn’t get lost. I can’t believe it’s been a year since I arrived in Singapore, met new friends, and had one of the best experiences with so many wonderful…

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  • Post-immersion rambling

    Post-immersion rambling

    The biggest impact immersion had on me wasn’t something I experienced myself, but rather, what my friend experienced (we went to the same area: a farming area in Rosales, Pangasinan). We were doing processing on the third morning and what he said about his “tatay” (adoptive father) struck me. Last Thursday, we were discussing the…

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  • Sort-of-resolution

    Sort-of-resolution

    To late things! “I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly…

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