pet talk

All Dogs Go to Heaven

“Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.” – Roger Caras

Continue reading “All Dogs Go to Heaven”

about me, my travels, this is my family

Travelling with My Sestras

I wasn’t supposed to come on this trip. It was initially a trip planned by two of my sisters, but when the other one decided to come along, my mom thought it best that I did too. My last visit to America was in 2004 and I was still in College then, so it was due time. The only problem was I hadn’t renewed my visa yet. But when I had a successful run at the embassy and was blessed with a 10-year multiple entry, it was clear: “I am kasama” (I am going).

Continue reading “Travelling with My Sestras”

this is life

In A Moment, The World Froze.

I hate driving back home after a long day at work. The many times I got hailed by the police is because I’m tired, absent-minded, and driving home, from work. Often I forget to turn my headlights on–and when the officer asks for my license, I cry saying, “Pasensya na. Kakatapos ko lang mag-opera. Pagod na pagod na ako. Di ko lang napansin”. (I’m so tired, I just finished a surgery case, and I’m just too exhausted to notice. I’m so sorry). Sometimes I endure hunger behind the wheel, thinking it’s better to wait til I get home than to grab something along the way. And a few months ago, just as I was about to turn for the long stretch before our subdivision, I heard a loud screeching sound from my left, and saw a cement mixer grazing my side, tipping the car a little to the right. If I didn’t honk as crazy as I did, he would’ve crushed me along with the car. Anyway, imagine my frustration. At that time it was 9:30 pm and I had come from a long day in the clinic and was desperate for REST and FOOD, but I had to go to the police station to file a report.

Photo from here

Continue reading “In A Moment, The World Froze.”

about me, love and relationships, this is life, this is my family

Visiting Baguio Again, for Jonathan

When I was younger, we used to go to Baguio every year. My dad was a PMA graduate of Marangal Class of 1974 and as one, we always looked forward to attending annual homecoming events that happened around February. As we grew older, however, visits to Baguio became scarce and although I had family in the city, I hardly saw the place. In fact, it has been 4 or 5 year since I last visited Baguio. So it is quite sad that when I went there last week, I did, so I could bury my cousin.


Continue reading “Visiting Baguio Again, for Jonathan”