This is what I’ve been working on lately: a Tardis messenger bag A few things you should know: I’ve never made a bag before much less a messenger bag. I don’t have a pattern for one, and I didn’t search the net either. So I just tried to come up with one as I go. […]
I’m so stupid. I should have brought maybe a scarf and another jacket. Or a thicker jacket. People will look at me crazy for wearing a jacket to the beach but whatever, the wind makes me feel cold. :( WHAT IS THIS COLDNESS?  I hope no one will want to kill me because all I […]
I was chatting with my friend Dan, and while in a conversation, he asked, “maybe everything is a big deal for you?” Which made me pause for a while, because of course, it made me think about why he’d say that. And then given how I’ve been lately, I decided it wasn’t a surprise he […]
Or do they just make things worse? I either: not think at all  or: think too much.  I’m starting to think I might be unpredictable, because I can’t even guess what I’m going to do next. 
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, It was the spring of hope, it […]
I’m going to be on a break with nothing to do in April and May.  Somebody go on adventures with me! We can go to a beach. I’ve never gone to Bohol. Or let’s just go somewhere that isn’t in Manila.  Can we just go on trips, please? (And I thought it would be easier […]
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 […]
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!
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