and so it goes...

I may not have a fair face, but I am a Sunday child.  Forty-something years ago, on a wee hours of a Sunday, my mother had a 10-pounder.  I was born from an unfortunate situation of my parents who were in dire need to uproot themselves from the very place they called home since their childhood. Most of my siblings were born and grew up in the same hometown.  So growing up in a very different environ caused havoc to some of my older siblings --- who are unable to see the tin line between leaving and living.  On the other hand, I did not realize the difference between us and them (my older siblings) even they kept teasing me and the other two younger siblings "Moros".  I remembered how I was schooled by my older siblings about the sun, the moon, the stars...and why the sky is way up high.  I've learned how greed can cause you hunger and misery from the story of the monkey and the turtle .  I even learned the eye-flipping story of the pineapple . Everythin

What's the best part of a fish to chomp on? The head.  Especially when its sinigang or tinola (cooked in soup base) or even grilled. Filipinos has a funny gusto of eating fish, we are used to cooking and serving a whole fish -- with all its head, tail, bones, and skin on!  Which, I know most people in California would gape at a sight of it--- a whole fish! Gawk. Ande cooked dinner yesterday.  She called me saying  "saan ka na" (where are you now?) at 645pm, while I was cruising or actually sitting in the traffic of SR-55 and I-5N.  She said she cooked dinner.  Yes, that's how lucky I am!  I have a rent-free place and a dinner to look forward to. As expected, the one in my soup bowl was a milkfish head... and so in Ande's bowl.  I went back to the kitchen for seconds and found the same heads and some tails of the milkfish in the pot.  Went back to the table, grabbed my eye glasses again as milkfish are really, really bony! I asked Ande, "

I found myself staring at my keyboard, my right hand is lightly settled on top of my red mouse.  I knew I already caught myself red-handed but there is that satiating feeling my head is experiencing right now... Sigh!  I did not bother moved a bone.  Kept staring at the keyboard for nothing, without my mind in it. Until I heard Mel calling out -- "hoy! okay ka lang?" I shook my head, propped up in my chair.  It's 553AM.  I stood up, went out of the treatment area, I needed a breather! It's 617AM,  I already washed my face with a cold water, my eyes are so sore, uhmmm, strained. Yesterday I was in my Third World, in our newly opened Clinic.  I found myself staring at my hand in the keyboard too at 240PM.  I saw 9 patients non-stop from 10AM and it just slowed down after 1PM, not even a soul showed up to 6PM. Most of my cases were pink eyes,  2 kids being sent home from school, a grandma with swollen eye, a dude with a massive conjunctival