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	<title>From My Perspective</title>
	<link>http://danacamille.wordpress.com</link>
	<description>half-truths, quarter lies. wholly perceptions.</description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Status: HAPPY.. Holidays!

It&#8217;s the holiday season. Or is it? Maybe yes, maybe not, I don&#8217;t really know.  Apparently, I am happy for no apparent reasons. Creepy.
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		<title>complicated</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Status: Emotional mess. Happy. Missing. Happy. Cling.
Week. It has been a week since her birthday. From the last time, you would have thought it was a melodramatic one which disillusions people. But she hasn&#8217;t told about anything yet.  When she poured out how her day went, it wasn&#8217;t even close to end of the day. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=danacamille.wordpress.com&blog=2566901&post=845&subd=danacamille&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://danacamille.wordpress.com/2009/12/17/complicated/</link>
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		<title>Birthday girl, that&#8217;s me.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Status: Happy Birthday to me  
 
My birthday has finally arrived. I can&#8217;t really say it is a happy one, but the day has been definitely all right.  Many things happened today, mostly involving work.  The day started early, with me going to a meeting after another.  I&#8217;ve been flinging myself from one place to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=danacamille.wordpress.com&blog=2566901&post=841&subd=danacamille&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://danacamille.wordpress.com/2009/12/11/birthday-girl-thats-me/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Status:Waiting

Like in all tales where the protagonist has to trek mountains, meadows, and moors to attain hard-earned happiness, there are thousand forks along your way.  On each fork you are asked whether you will take a sudden turn to the left or you will continue taking the right until it leads you to another fork. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=danacamille.wordpress.com&blog=2566901&post=837&subd=danacamille&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://danacamille.wordpress.com/2009/12/04/837/</link>
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		<title>&#8230; Wake me up when december ends</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Status: I badly miss Bryan.

It is December already but I still feel warm, not the good kind of warm.  It is December already and I badly feel cold, not the good kind of cold either. It is December already but I still don&#8217;t feel the Christmas air.  I am not even excited for my birthday.. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=danacamille.wordpress.com&blog=2566901&post=830&subd=danacamille&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://danacamille.wordpress.com/2009/12/02/wake-me-up-when-december-ends/</link>
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		<title>books</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Then there was only me. And maybe the books but you don&#8217;t really count them in.  Everything was just steady and quiet and plain.. Until I start opening the pages then I am suddenly transported to a parallel world where nothing is normal and steadfast because only the pliant to changes and open to extremes [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=danacamille.wordpress.com&blog=2566901&post=773&subd=danacamille&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://danacamille.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/books/</link>
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		<title>Pretend oh-kay</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Status: Pretension is my game.
Every waking working morning, I receive a message from you.  Sometimes, only to say good morning, sometimes to ask whatever you didn’t get to ask the night before because sleep got into you.  Sometimes, you wake me up with naughty bits of talks, sometimes you sing me a line from a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=danacamille.wordpress.com&blog=2566901&post=771&subd=danacamille&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://danacamille.wordpress.com/2009/11/26/pretend-oh-kay/</link>
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		<title>unfinished thought</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I fear for myself. I slowly see myself deteriorate, slowly feel worms of doubts, negativity, and foolishness eating me away.  It is painstaking.  I want to fight back, and I definitely know how to plot a winning ploy but I lost all intents and will to do so.  I am fearing but I do nothing [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=danacamille.wordpress.com&blog=2566901&post=768&subd=danacamille&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://danacamille.wordpress.com/2009/11/25/unfinished-thought/</link>
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		<description><![CDATA[Status: There is a guy.
There is this guy &#8211; yes, he is simply a guy, not a man &#8211; I badly hate yet I stupidly miss so much.  I crave his hugs so immensely that I can almost feel his strong arms and grip around my frail body.  I crave the hug more than the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=danacamille.wordpress.com&blog=2566901&post=765&subd=danacamille&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Status: If only I am still with you..
 
I&#8217;d let you know my latest stories.  You&#8217;d know how my Advertising Congress experience went. You&#8217;d know that it was never what I expected it to be.  You&#8217;d know that I got a thousand photos from the photo booth, and I was able to exploit them because they&#8217;re [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=danacamille.wordpress.com&blog=2566901&post=763&subd=danacamille&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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