Just want to chronicle Nooki’s, my Sony 400D’s first (and probably last, the last assignment was SUCH A DUD), big achievement:
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It’s like getting published for the first time, only about a hundred times better. Coz unlike writing, photography is something I really want. So yeah, it’s been days but I’m still not over it. Haha!
Much love to him, who gave me my break. He wrote the article too. So this is also the first of our collaborative works. Thanks, badi. i ? u!
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We’ve been told that parents will always love their children no matter what. But perhaps what very few realize is that the same could be said for kids, too. No matter how much a parent screws up, somehow our little adoring hearts still end up loving them. There are very few reasons (I think) a parent can commit that will make a daughter, as son, walk away and never look back. And even then, you still can’t stop yourself from help hurting.
We simply cannot help ourselves.
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It’s been such a long time since my last update. I just can’t seem to find the time and energy to write about the things frothing in my brain. I do want to babble about how Godforsaken out country seem to have become, disgusting and poor journalistic taste that most TV news display nowadays, the storm Frank and why Sulpicio is still operating in spite the fact that they killed more lives than the 9-11 tragedy, office blabs, my dog’s eye surgery..but maybe some other time. I do not really want to bore y’all.
So instead let me focus on some very happy news.
Early last month, I bought Nooki, a Sony Cybershot DSC-H3 camera. To say that I’ve wanted this for a long time is an understatement–I’ve wanted to try my hand at photography ever since I first read Robert James Waller’s Bridges of Madison County, and I was […]
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I’ve said before that I believe in soulmates, and I know that my bestfriend is one of mine. Our friendship is not necessarily long, but I’ve never met any other friend who could understand me as well as she could. We share the same beliefs, values, and even our experiences have some level of similarities. She’s my Christina Yang, my Serena van der Woodsen (because I fancy myself as Meredith and Blair, ha-ha). We think alike so much that most of the time, we don’t need to tell each other what we’re thinking. We just know.
There are people that you grow up with, and there are people that you grow with. And while everyone grows up with someone else, it’s not as easy to find people you can really grow with. And I grew with her. She understood the inexplicable (and terribly stupid) way I have of always taking the […]
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I was once a very prolific blogger. I was the blog-every-teensy-detail-of-my-life, oversharing kind of blogger. While I must admit that what I write these days, mundane as they may be, definitely surpass the blabs I wrote during my prolific-blogger days, it’s still pathetic that I’m down to one blog entry per month when I used to put up an entry every day.
The problem with blogging is that you can never tell who exactly may be reading your thoughts. I’ve since come to learn that there are some things that are too trivial to be worth the bother–and there are just some things that are too deep, too special, too meaningful to share. And since my life has been full of semi-trivial and overly special, uh, life events lately, then where does that leave my blog? In a corner of the cyberworld rotting and developing its own mini-ecosystem, I suppose.
Anyway, let […]
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In that gray place between half-sleep, half-waking, I heard ABS-CBN’s The Correspondent doing a documentary about Mariannet Amper’s controversial and alleged suicide. There must be something in that state of mind (half sleepiness, I mean) that makes you retain certain information. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since.
Oddly, I felt like the way I felt when I was reading Jeffrey Eugenide’s The Virgin Suicides.
Mariannet somehow reminded me of Cecilia, the youngest of the Lisbon sisters and the first of the girls to commit suicide. When Cecilia was rushed into a hospital after her first suicide attempt, a doctor asked her “What are you doing here, honey? You’re not even old enough to know how bad life gets. ” and Cecilia replied “Obviously, Doctor, you’ve never been a 13-year-old girl”.
Apparently, her family’s poverty drove the 11-year-old girl to wrap a swathe of nylon rope around her neck and to exit […]
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