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My father died 28 years ago today. This year would have been his 70th birthday. I don't have much recollection of him except for those times when I went with him in some of his visits to friends outside town. There were also those moments where he would play his guitar as we sang along with my siblings. Besides these, all of my memories about him are probably products of my imagination and wishful thinking. I feel that there are so many things we never got to do. So many conversations we never got through. It was difficult growing up so how I'd wish he was there to guide me through. They say that when one dies, his/her soul flies away. Wishfully, I want to chase my father's soul, so that even if it's just for a day , we can spend time together again. I want to tell him now that his death taught me how to stand on my own. Many times I felt as though I can’t do it without him. I tried so hard to see things through and become the person he wanted me to be. Really,

Who am I? That the Lord of all the earth, Would care to know my name, Would care to feel my hurt, Who am I? That the Bright and Morning Star, Would choose to light the way, For my ever wandering heart Not because of who I am, But because of what You've done, Not because of what I've done, But because of who You are I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow, A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind, Still You hear me when I'm calling, Lord, You catch me when I'm falling, And You've told me who I am… I am Yours…I am Yours Who am I? That the eyes that see my sin, Would look on me with love, And watch me rise again, Who am I? That the voice that calmed the sea, Would call out through the rain, And calm the storm in me Not because of who I am, But because of what You've done, Not because of what I've done, But because of who You are I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow, A wave

In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth and populated the Earth with broccoli, cauliflower and spinach, green and yellow and red vegetables of all kinds, so Man and Woman would live long and healthy lives. Then using God's great gifts, Satan created Nestle and Selecta Ice Cream and Dunkin Donuts. And Satan said, "You want chocolate with that?" And Man said, "Yes!" and Woman said, "Yummy"!, "and as long as you're at it, add some sprinkles." And they gained 10 pounds. And Satan smiled. God created the healthful yogurt that Woman might keep the figure that Man found so fair. Satan brought forth the white flour from the wheat,and sugar from the cane and combined them. And Woman went from size 6 to size 14. So God said, "Try my fresh green salad." But Satan presented Thousand-Island Dressing, buttery croutons and garlic toast on the side. And Man and Woman unfastened their belts after eating. God then s

I have always said that my being a doctor is a calling. I did not choose to be one, rather, I was destined to be one! It has been a fulfilling profession so far and I have no regrets at all. The One who willed for me to be what I am now remained faithful of His love and guidance. I can say that except for some random disappointments, I am totally contented with my being a physician. Or so I thought... After reading this article written by a colleague, I found myself agreeing with her sentiments. I don't know if it is my human subconscious that's totally in concurrence with the feeling, but I realized that I am not that satisfied as a doctor as I thought I am. If it's a proper feeling to be felt by a christian, I don't know. I just hope and pray that my faith will see me through these similar heartache. THE SENTIMENTS OF A YOUNG FILIPINO PHYSICIAN... I have wondered so many times why a lot of successful doctors are leaving the country. Although I am s

"Dungsa" is the Ilocano term for drowsiness. It is the mental state before sleep sets in. We all normally experience this. My sister sent me a text message earlier inquiring about excessive "dungsa". Her friend apparently is suffering from too much drowsiness that she was even robbed without her knowing it. My sister did not give me the other symptoms that her friend is experiencing, so I will just zero in on the 'excessive' sleepiness. The condition is termed Narcolepsy. Here's what the prestigious Mayo Clinic say about this condition. Narcolepsy is a chronic sleep disorder characterized by overwhelming daytime drowsiness and sudden attacks of sleep. People with narcolepsy often find it difficult to stay awake for long periods of time, regardless of the circumstances. Narcolepsy can cause serious disruptions in personal and professional lives. Some people mistake narcolepsy for depression, seizure disorder, fainting, simple lack of slee

A Friday occurring on the 13th day of any month is considered to be a day of bad luck . This belief was handed down from one generation to the other. I must admit that when I was young, I had a slight ‘fear’ of these days because my mind was clouded with unfounded viewpoints. But when I grew up and got to know the realities of faith, I found out that there is no such thing as “LUCK” for everything falls under the sovereignty of a God almighty. Therefore, everything has a purpose! Here’s a thought that best expounds my point. A taxi driver recently found over $10,000 in an envelope left at the backseat of his cab. He was faced with a dilemma we all would face, turn it in, or keep it. He went to the radio station and called the attention of the passenger who left it. Eventually, the owner came and happily claimed his money. He gave the taxi driver a small reward. Several days later, the taxi driver won the lotto and collected an amount 4x the amount he returned! Did God

This was sent to me and I find it cute and heartwarming. Read on.

I have this weird 'itch' to do some things that other people may find unusual. For example, I can't study or work if my table is untidy and in disarray. And when I say I "can't study", I mean I really can't. Not if a speck of dust is still visible on the table. Bizarre? Here's more. I am a super systematic person that I practically plan every activity that I do for one day. The moment I wake up, my mind starts to prepare the clothes I'll wear up to the things I will do in the clinic. Uncanny? I have had other peculiar behaviors in the past that I think I have outgrown through time. Being born on September, people say I am a perfectionist by nature. I don't believe in astrology but I can say that it's a surprising coincidence for me to have that 'virgo' personality. Others brand me as an O.C. , short for having an 'obsessive-compulsive' behavior. I don't agree with that label but I don't deny it as well. For

The blog has a new look! I am changing to a more eye-friendly color, green, to create a relaxing atmosphere for everyone. It's been 8 months since I started blogging and it has been a worthwhile experience. I hope it was for all of you too!

O ne day you'll be home. You may not have noticed it, but you are closer to home than ever before. Each moment is a step taken. Each breath is a page turned. Each day is a mile marked, a mountain climbed. You are closer to home than you've ever been. Before you know it, your appointed arrival time will come; you'll descend the ramp and enter the City. You'll see faces that are waiting for you. You'll hear your name spoken by those who love you. And, maybe, just maybe- in the back, behind the crowds- the One who would rather die than live without you will remove His pierced hands from His heavenly robe and - applaud! by Max Lucado