Psyche-

On August 19...      When karaoke came out in the 1960s, everyone became a singer. ...of camera-equipped phones even with the smallest pixel, one becomes an instant photographer. And yep, I fell with the selfie lords and ladies in, say, narcissism. But more than being a noted narcissistic, I became a quick clicker of different places I chanced to pass by, walk on and stayed in. Include in the sceneries all creatures that thrive within. That was mostly my veterinary medicine student days. Those curled up cats, eight-legged insects, silent crawlers, croaking frogs, and fanged snakes I failed not to escape my humble digital camera.      It was an obsession looking thru ads hoping for on-sale lenses for a better capture. Until I stopped up to there just looking on those cameras and remained an admirer of beautiful shots.      Today commends all photographers worldwide, you be an amateur or a professional. ...

     (Real talk...) They are dear to you? Or they are dear?      (From enchantment of meeting for the first time tiger cubs in a small time clinic to excitement of having them as patients...)      (Seriously, as I sworn to be a veterinarian as profession...)      I dunno how to start the story but it all happened when a client decided to have his exotic pets have their onychectomy in the clinic. Yes, a simple procedure one would comment on. A minor surgery for that matter.      I wanted to break down before the first vet where we planned to have a necropsy. A blood profiling was suggested. I felt an invisible tap on my shoulder to keep pushing on what was right. So the cadaver was put on blood extraction but it was too late for the blood to be run because of hemolysis.      T'was so hard one would imagine... The surgery done, one with a license...

Sa kanila, … Ako ‘yong batang gusgusin. Nanlilimahid at pinuputakti ng lahat ng klase ng langaw at lamok. ‘Yong amoy ko kasi masahol pa sa – Ano ba ‘yong naamoy mong pinaka sa tanang buhay mo? Kung anuman ‘yon, ‘yon na ‘yon. Gula-gulanit ang kaisa-isa kong dyaket na nakapaimbabaw sa obersays kong dating puting-puting t-shirt e nangingitim na. Bigay lang ‘to ng mamang napadaan dalawang taon na ang nakalipas. At ‘tong pwetan ng bestida kong kaluma-luma’y tagpi-tagpi. Ako’y walang pera ni isang kusing. ‘Alang makain. D’yan lang pagala-gala. Walang tiyak na patutunguhan. A basta, kung anuman ang inabot sa ‘kin ng mga nadadaaanan ko, kinukuha ko. Salamat sa mga panahong nakakatsamba ako sa mga hilera ng basurahan ng pamatid-gutom. Pero para sa kanya, … Prinsesa raw ako. Katunayan e, Prinsesa Juana ang tawag n’ya sa ‘kin. Hihihi… Nakakalanggam naman! Naghihinatay daw sa ‘kin ang napakagarang mansiyon. May malaking kama sa sarili kong kwarto. ‘Tong bestida kong ‘to, sus papalitan Niya...

Banco de memoriam... To start with, I became a member of Benguet State University-Student Catholic Action, an organization under the umbrella of BSU-Religious Organizations Council on June 2007 thru Ms Aileen Simeon. For the first semester membership, I had just one activity that I ever attended - the dedication and camaraderie night. I do not know if it was because of mismanagement of time. And then I flanked Pharmacology I which is a prerequisite of the 3 subjects that I would be enrolling for the second semester. I was to enrol only 13 units. I wondered what would I do the rest of my free hours. I realized it was a calling. I began dedicating more time to SCA's activities. I found a family. It was where in one of the activities where I met seminarians. Being an SCAn made me revived to optimism. Positive thinking, a healthy mind. Somebody told me that to make a change,it must begin within one's self. I believe I made a good start to bring others close to God. Today, sister,...

She came in spontaneity. In her chinky eyes, long locks and svelte figure, she walked in with her new bundle of fur. She was super duper extra nice to the zillionth level to me. Her niceness one wouldn't expect in a first meeting and would just leave you in awe. In the name of social grace, I nodded yes to an afternoon stroll of bowling, pizza and cake. Her anecdotes melted me throughout the one-time company. But I just had to halt our growing connection... :((( I thank you really, really... See you around. :(

On the 15th of July... I was born to Cordilleran parents and bred completely for at least 26 years in the mountainous Cordillera. I belong to the minority Kankana-ey of the tribe Igorot. I never pictured how ugly they seem to describe from the mean if not ignorant mouths of fellows. To the defense of truth, of course, I did raise a flag of a win after some dialogue of extoling my race. I am just like you-- all human. These what-nots you have in mind be erased with this concrete evidence. With the national costume, we also have our own G-string (imagined as tail of Igorots) for the male and wrap-around for the female. Together, Highlanders, we toast our tapey this special rambak of our region!

We've made it to the sixth! Let's pizza! Blabber... Blabber... Blabber... You know what I wanna say. You feel it. But I will say it, I love-uh love-uh love-uh you!!! Blabber... Blabber... Blabber...