Netnet Camomot is a veteran columnist and a staple of the Mindanao media landscape. Known for her signature blend of wit, candor, and relatability, she has spent years chronicling the "slices of life" that define the modern Kagay-anon experience. Her writing moves effortlessly between lighthearted lifestyle observations and sharp social commentary, offering readers a mirror to the daily rhythms of Mindanaoan society. With a focus on the personal and the local, Netnet has built a loyal following that looks to her for both humor and insight into contemporary culture. As a long-time contributor to the Mindanao Gold Star Daily, she continues to be a definitive voice in the region's opinion pages, bridging the gap between national issues and the kitchen-table conversations of her readers.
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“COME Saturday morning/I’m goin’ away with my friend/We’ll Saturday-spend till the end of the day/Just I and my friend/We’ll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles/And then we’ll move on/But we will remember long Saturday’s gone.”
THERE’S this bilo-bilo which I believe is the best in Cagayan de Oro. Is it safe to say it’s the best in the universe?
BEFORE the May 12 mid-term election, banks were running out of 50- and 20-peso bills. Ulan-ulan, anyone?
POLITICS is here, there, and everywhere in Pinas, and gotta start ‘em young through the Sangguniang Kabataan, the training ground for the future barangay kagawad, future barangay captain, future city councilor, future vice mayor, future mayor, future congressman, etc.
WHAT to do on Independence Day? Oh. Take advantage of the non-working holiday by not working at all. Independence from working by reading books the whole day. That’s how a holiday should be spent: staying home, sleeping, eating, reading, the same sked I prefer for weekends.
I’VE reached that age. No matter what time I sleep, I can still wake up at or before 5 am. If I sleep at 3 am, that’s a two-hour sleep. If at 2 am, that’s three hours. If 1 am, four hours. On some days, it’s 6 am.
WEEKENDS are for sleeping, eating, reading books, repeat. Learning continues through reading perhaps because I tend to read anything that piques my curiosity.
“ANXIETY/Keep on trying me/Feel it quietly/Tryna silence me, yeah/Anxiety/Shake it off of me/Somebody’s watching me/It’s my anxiety.”
ONE dance step at a time, one day at a time. This must be the mantra for our belly dancing class where our core has to prove that it’s now capable of dancing like a snake.
“AND I’ll be your crying shoulder/I’ll be love’s suicide/And I’ll be better when I’m older/I’ll be the greatest fan of your life,” the Muzak went as I waited for documents at a government office. I almost asked, Puede mag-request?
ONCE upon a time, I had a desk decor that had this: “You don’t have to be crazy to work here, but it helps.”
I was about to leave the gym when the gym’s Muzak switched to Rivermaya’s “You’ll Be Safe Here.” So, I stayed and listened. As if I wasn’t rushing to some place. As if I had no to-do list for the day. As if there were no government deadlines to meet.