2012-04-24
Not the moment but the cherish of the moment run with the sunset to get another the pressure of life that make us alive time pass only if we can move the hands of time our night become the daydream what happen to the memory if we only wished we could cherish that moment
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2012-04-24
I am late. Only by 10 minutes but late nonetheless. It’s a clear Monday morning, the sun isn’t yet scorching and the rains have passed. He isn’t phased. In baggy army shorts and bearing my life investment, a EOS Canon Rebel T3, he walks with swag. I throw my hair back into a bun as...
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2012-04-24
11am at work I decided I was going to the psychologist since the idea still clung after my 5am sanity jog along the Amazonian highway of Ecuador, where I am spending my gap year. By 12pm I had an appointment with Edda, the Clinical Psychologist and a bed with my original host family; by the...
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2012-04-24
“I know, I know she was gift.” “Love, then why do you not dress her? Why did you have trouble giving her your milk?” “She was a gift, but I did not ask for this.” Jeni sits across from me, eyes flicking from side to side, as though searching for an escape. “This is the...
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2012-04-19
Universality is a word I have truly connected to throughout this experience in Ecuador. As I boarded the plane to my new life back in August, I dreamed of making new friends and blending in easily into my Ecuadorian family but I never even imagined how deep the connections could be. While I feel at...
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2012-04-17
Mission Name: Carnaval in Coangue 2012 Date: February 20th and 21st Objective: To get yourself and every living object in site as dirty as possible, using water (from the river), paint, flour, eggs, and only in desperate cases use mud. Execution Plan: Plan to catch a bus at 9 a.m. Wait in line for an...
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2012-04-17
Two weeks ago, I cried as I took my daily multivitamin. I’m not the kind of person who has trouble taking pills, and despite the size of my vitamins, I can usually get them down pretty easily. The last time I can remember crying about taking pills was when I was three or four and...
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