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Canadians have them on October. Americans' on November. Me? Everyday. 😉 Everyone's searching about something...Love. Success. Now, what's that one thing that no one can get more of? Time. (Excerpted from The Internship)      Saying thank you is a good practice. It makes you feel good and so does the recipient.      I have here a string of reasons I am most grateful of at the moment.      OF COURSE, HIM. He has been at the top of my list eventhough I'm not that religious. I'm one theist who believes that there is that Supreme Being being acknowledged for this existence.            MY DAUGHTER. Eversince I became a mother, I do things double time tantamounting to double exhaustion but doubly rewarding.       MY PROFESSION. There are studies that claim  those whose job as veterinarians are close to the verge of emotional breakdown. It is a truth that I myself also experienced heart-wrenching blows of being down. In my second life, I'd still choose t

Peace Day        can be celebrated by everybody,        everywhere. Simply, it can be a shut-eye of a short prayer. Imagine if people do this all at the same day! A peace so elusive can be achieved! Blue has been a color for peace. I pray for peace in my field of practice.

Catrice obviously had the ecstasy atop the Pampanga's eye! Every year has the month of September that makes me remember the sister I love so much. Thank you for the times you have been with me. Thank you for loving Catrice as well like your own. May all your heart's desires in His perfect time be fulfilled.  Happy birthday!!!

Learning to walk:Catrice and Granny Wilma.   Catrice met her Great Grampy Willy. Catrice with both great grandparents. Hello! Hello! Hello! A week ago, I saw my grandmother in my dream dressed up and all made up to today's fashion to whatever occasion it was. She had sparkling jewellery--dangling earrings patterned to the design of a dream weaver and a gold choker!       I wrote about my grandparents, my maternal grandparents and my stay with them for my first two grade school years. I wasn't actually separated from my family, for once in a while when my parents's work permitted, I got to be with them and my siblings.      My stay with my grandparents were the best childhood memories--all about spoiling and spoiling a granddaughter. I felt I was the apple of their eyes! Lucky me! Their pure love so grandparently that was no close to materialism. I wish they'll live another decade or two for my daughter to experience more of their love.      I

08 September. World Literacy Day. If you teach a child to read,you change a life forever (World Literacy Foundation). T imid, shy, reserved, quiet, loner and introvert. People has all this denominator of me. If not yet contented, they add to it, me living up to my Kankana-ey or Iloko surname that means at the side. I just smile, say at the back of my head, so who cares? Is this a psychological impairment? But then, duh! Can I not just be oftentimes the thinker? Failed performer? The aphonic me after the excitation of being the first to raise hand to sing a tune in our music class. We have this per-class presentation to commemorate the Nutrition Month and ours was a skit. My head ached finding the right words and fixing the flow of the scenes. In our intermediate years, I was pointed to be the cheerleader turned mannequin upstage. I told myself, where did all the scriptwriting I OC-ed on and about. I cannot think so well how I delivered my lengthy valedictory address. So mu

The dogs and cats at home, Catrice, your children and wife are one in singing you a HAPPY BIRTHDAAAY!!! We wish you a softer demeanor as you age. Health abound most importantly.