And I’m not feeling up to creating an original, year ender/beginner post, I’m following Riz‘ footsteps and I just collated snippets from previous blog entries (from my Tabulas, Multiply, and this). And anyhow, I can’t dream up a better year-capper anyway. So, here we go:
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And I’m not feeling up to creating an original, year ender/beginner post, I’m following Riz‘ footsteps and I just collated snippets from previous blog entries (from my Tabulas, Multiply, and this). And anyhow, I can’t dream up a better year-capper anyway. So, here we go:
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One of the reasons why I like Christmas is because it comes barging in and makes its presence felt with a bang: Christmas carols are suddenly “in” again, and bright Christmas lights blink at me from some stranger’s house, each blink like a friendly little wave peeking from an inky black night.
Another year has gone by and I can’t believe I’ve been working for almost a couple of years now. It’s tiring to be an adult, and it’s pathetic that I still haven’t made that FULL transition from a kid to a full-pledged woman–hence, the frequent bouts of sickeningly existential Quarter Life Crises. It makes me feel old when I no longer receive gifts and moolah from fond aunts and uncles and ninongs and ninangs, instead I am now expected to give gifts and moolah to the, er, younger generation. And nothing makes me feel older than the fact that […]
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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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Hey, my name is Camz. Welcome to the loo.
A friend got me started blogging way back in 2003, and that blog I kept for almost 4 years. It saw me through sucky professors, suckier boyfriends, and practically my whole college life is tabulated in that little space–a big reason why I stayed there for so long, even after seeing better and nicer blog platforms. I’m a pack rat, even online, you see.
I no longer blog there, and I’ve since moved to a better, but temporary blog, until I got this. Many thanks to a generous officemate, who let me host this domain for free. This was never meant to be anything else other than a personal blog, so what you see at my old ones? It’s basically the same crap that I will put up here Except, perhaps, told in a hopefully classier way.
We all need to grow sometimes. […]
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