has a tube of toothpaste to thank for introducing her to another world apart from the verbal. A notebook came with the toothpaste pack and, having nothing better to do with the blank sheets, left her writing a five-liner "story" about her grandparents who went to the market to buy, of all things, an ostrich egg.


She does not mind sharing her name with an opera, 1/3 of an old pop song and a character Kate Winslet played in a movie. She loves her Bible, her two dogs, her guitar, Disney cartoons, her Ninoy Aquino T-shirt, a morning drizzle and the sea. She enjoys writing in the middle of the night, driving alone with a Carpenters CD on the player, taking long walks, watching old movies, smelling old books in a bookstore and faking a British accent. At some point in her life, she wants to live in a country where very minimal English is spoken. At the point in their lives when their contemporaries are raising families, she and her best friend are still both highschoolishly "inlove" with Fitzwilliam Darcy and every actor who plays him in a movie.


She believes there is so much more to art than self-expression and so much more to science than logic. She relishes a hearty laugh, a good cry, a thick blanket, a tall mug of chocolate milk, a really good book and a pair of high heels that don't hurt. There are days when she feels like 40 and other days when she feels like 8 although she is not quite sure exactly how she should feel like at her age. She is both excited and frightened by the thought of where the next decade would see her. She misses being called by a nickname which sounds very much like a bell. She is starting to see her grandmother's face everytime she looks into the mirror and ends up fervently wishing the similarity does not end with the physical. She enjoys singing in the shower and wants to write a children's book before she dies.


For the time being, Amberle Brin is enjoying the relative anonymity of her chosen online name, just up until Shannara becomes part of the reel world. She has still to graduate from instant noodles and desserts to really learning how to cook. On the days when she's not out getting diced in the classroom, she goes home and relishes living just a few floors above a 24-hour convenience store.

   

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Sunday, February 08, 2009
    Ever since I started law school, I made a resolve not to dwell on anything negative which comes my way - the insults, the difficulties, the setbacks, the bouts of depression and the occasional perception of being the lowest protozoan in the face of the planet.  That mindse . . . ()
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Tuesday, December 23, 2008
"Make sure you're home before dinnertime." I have lost count of the number of summer mornings when my mom would give me that same reminder over and over and over again as I would leave the house after breakfast to go on my imaginary Don Quixote adventures outdoors with my older cousins.  I rea . . . ()
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
When I was in high school, my parents brought home a stranger one Saturday afternoon.  He was a tall, gangly American who owned a huge SLR which hung over his neck like an oversized medallion. He was having lunch alone in my family's favorite seafood restaurant and ended up eating with my paren . . . ()
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Wednesday, September 26, 2007
She came to us as  a surprise -  an almost-hairless bundle of flesh inside a mesh bag. Less than year later, she left us, perhaps sometime in the night, in the same manner as she came - quiet and unexpected - just three weeks before I was bound for home. To some she may just be any other . . . ()
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Thursday, August 16, 2007
This afternoon, Lola asked to write a speech she is supposed to deliver on Sunday during her oldest sister's funeral service.  While tip-tapping, I tried to channel my Lola's feelings and the like, which isn't easy.  But it was only when I ended the message that I realized that this would . . . ()
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Saturday, June 02, 2007
All it took was one text from Sue to get me hyped up.  She had gone with her cousins to Panglao last April, about a week before she started with her summer hospital duty as an incoming senior in med school.  When she got back, she told me I should try going there to see the place for mysel . . . ()
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Friday, May 25, 2007
"I will never forget your favorite song," Manang Maya said to me as she held her fidgety younger daughter Aimee.  "Your song was I'm a Little Teapot and when the whooshing part came, you really whooshed." Good thing there was nothing tangible available to her to prove that point on one ha . . . ()
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Wednesday, January 24, 2007
About three hours earlier, I sat with my butt freezing to numbness inside my second floor classroom.  I hate this classroom because the aircon vent (and I am NOT a big fan of aircon) is aimed straight at my face so I usually have my jacket zipped up to my neck as if I were in the Andes whereas . . . ()
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Monday, January 01, 2007
December 2006, 9:40 PM.I'm seeing snow in the tropics.  It's all over me, even on my computer.Actually, the "snow" refers to the white clumps of fur floating before my eyes in an almost celestial illusion of one of the most common symbols for Christmas.  The clumps of hair belong to my gra . . . ()
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Saturday, December 23, 2006
Gosh...it's two days before Christmas and I already feel spent...in a good way, of course!  The minute I stepped off the plane last week and walked into the crowd of people alternately asking "Ma'am taxi?" and "Ma'am, baggage?" I just knew it was going to be another hectic Christmas.  Th . . . ()
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