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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Monday, September 22, 2008
I have only punched one person in my entire life.  And unless my very existence is at stake, I do not intend to do it ever again. The details are rather sketchy.  I remember I was around five or six years old and I was in school.  The reason for the vagueness was that through the yea . . . ()
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Friday, February 01, 2008
What I love best about having a high-res camera on my phone is capturing anything which strikes my fancy almost anytime and in almost any place.  I go through the pictures and go "Oh yeah, that was the day when..."  Then everything starts rushing back to me like a kayak going "whoosh" down . . . ()
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Tuesday, May 01, 2007
I was cleaning out my "memories shelf" earlier today.  It's actually this space above the dresser in my room which used to hold all the ceramic characters which topped my birthday cakes all ordered from Cakestop, the only decent bakeshop in my side of the country when I was a little girl.  . . . ()
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Monday, March 05, 2007
I'm always in for a little excitement to spice up my already terrorized life.  But too much excitement in a week can be a tad bit too much for my poor little battered heart. Last week was such a week. Monday started off pretty well, actually.  I was holed up in my sister's dorm, reviewin . . . ()
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Saturday, November 11, 2006
For about five months, from June to October, I waltzed, ran, dragged, crawled, etc. in and out of classrooms and the library, lugging with me what has been labelled as the heaviest bag in the world along with an armload of books and papers.  For five months, I was harrassed, barraged with que . . . ()
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Monday, September 25, 2006
Ooohhhh...shout outs for the last couple of weeks... Hugs and applause to my cousin K who is now a licensed chemist! Congratulations too to my "sister" Lianne T. and PINC honorary member Lark for passing the Nursing Board Exams!  Woohoo! **************** When I was a child of five, say "hig . . . ()
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Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Before anything else... HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY to my sister! ************************** Tuesday and I feel pummeled already.  Still computerless so instead of being home 2 hours ago, I'm still nursing goosebumps in the library.  I just finished digesting a case which I was planning to do i . . . ()
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006
It has been two weeks since I have been separated from my computer.  For lack of a better analogy, I feel like a baby wailing for nappies (the Pampers commercial was the last thing I saw on TV before I went out to go to school) or a genie without a lamp (that was the last analogy presented in C . . . ()
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Sunday, July 16, 2006
Two weeks ago, I forgot I was turning 23.  One day, my mom called up, saying she was sending a gift for me through my dad.  "Really?" I remarked with surprise.  Surprise not because she was sending me a gift but because my birthday had slipped from my mind.  Oh yeah, it was THAT . . . ()
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Friday, June 23, 2006
Two weeks into school, I have been running out of sleep and my study hours have gone into overdrive. Ever since school began, I decided to keep track of the number of hours I study...literally.  I tally the number of hours in a notebook and by the looks of it, I seem to spend more hours studyi . . . ()
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