Oh My Buhay

SFO is a half-hour BART ride from where my sister lives.   Philippine Airlines office is a 10 minute walk from Powell station where we got -off.  The security guard in

My sister also likes to collect things.  Her house in the Bay Area is eclectic.  Here are some of the things you’ll find in her house,  where she and her

These are the stories that never, never die, that are carried like seeds into a new country, are told to you and me and make in us new and lasting

I thought my mother was cool to the idea of my father going to the United States of A.  When my father was walking to the plane and we were

It’s Mother’s Day so we trooped to the Cedar Lawn Family Cemetery today.     We brought fresh flowers and candle that would never light because of the strong winds.

The PAL flight was on time.  Although the plane was so full,  trip was hindi matagtag.  I couldn’t sleep so I went to the pantry and started chatting with a

Ruffa is drop-dead gorgeous.     I used to be gorgeous  too, 10 lbs. ago and 10 years ago.

Our toilets at the airport are so pathetic.  I cannot understand why we couldn’t make them decent and presentable.   It’s not like a toilet in the office where only employees and

A friend recently asked me how, when  and why my parents and siblings ended up living in America. When my father was a teenager,  he and two of his playmates

  Religious processions   are important to me.  They are  a big part of my life.    My mother was a member of the Catholic Women’s League (CWL).  Their group,  wearing veils with their navy

I attended a thanksgiving mass for Sen. Loren Legarda. The priest who’s a close friend of the Senator said: “We cannot ask for more blessings from God if we are not

Let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love. by Mother Teresa.

It took me  one and a half hours last night to reach home from Makati.  I was so pissed -off sitting in the traffic and wasting my time and energy.