IN SEARCH OF MY SPIRIT

All my life I have searched for YOU.

What is life anyway?

Waking up in the morning to do the chores of the day.

I have to do this, I need to do that.

The hour is ticking fast, I have to hurry.

The Medicinal Value of Chinese Chives (Kut sai/Kutsay/kutchai)

One night in the early 1990's, I stood aghast as I looked at my father's black dog swerving towards us. My father had this penchant for breeding dogs, neither the renowned Labradors nor German shepherds, but the one breed typical in the Philippines: the askals (mnemonic for asong kalye or street dog). As far as I could reckon, all his dogs came from the lineage of his two fine askals way back in the 1960's. 

The Mystifying Aspect of Death

When my son Dane texted me that my cousin Kuya Genie died, I felt not sadness but regret that I was not there when it happened. Do not get me wrong for it is not because I did not love my cousin that I did not feel the sadness usually associated with death. I can not deny the fact that there is something morbid and uncanny about death. In fact, the most harrowing experience any anesthesiologist can ever get through is patient's death on the operating table. The haunting memory would last forever.

The hitches of large social network groups

As I watched the midnight sky glittered with colorful fireworks, I could not help but reminisce one New Year's Eve I spent all alone while looking out of the window at the 4th floor of Jose Potenciano Memorial    Medical Center (then known as Polymedic). I had spent so many Christmas and New Year's Eves while on duty but what made that New Year's Eve at Polymedic so poignant was the fact that I felt so out of place.