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Another Christmas Without Papa

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Sun, 25 Dec 2016 02:41:00 +0000

I missed Papa the most yesterday. I don't always think of him, I confess. I think I've compartmentalized a big chunk of that reality to cope... so most of the time I forget about him and then surges of memories come at different times of the day, especially when I'm driving or when I pass by his office. When this happens I feel a deep hurt in my chest and I cannot breathe. Then I remember he's gone and I'll feel tears run down, but I'll wipe it right away. Sometimes I even find myself shaking my head, like when you're trying to get rid of a bad thought. I don't like being sad. I know my being sad won't really bring my Papa back, so I don't want to remember him that way.

But yesterday was just more difficult than other days. Yesterday was just so hard and I miss him so much. I don't know. Maybe last year was different because it was all too fresh and the emotion was strong enough to numb you. But now, the sadness is no longer overcoming, but it creeps and when it does it's capable of disabling you. It is felt much more because life is seemingly okay. You think you've already moved on from that but no, not quite.

This is the second Christmas without Papa and there will be more in the future. More Christmases, more birthdays... it's never going to change. You just ha ve to keep on, keeping on. I have a headache from crying last night. But also my tummy is full of noche buena goodness. We didn't have queso de bola, Papa wouldn't like that. But it's okay, he's not here to get upset. Anyway I'm sorry for this sad note. I'm not really sad... I just realized how much I miss my dad.

Merry Christmas!

Jollibee and The Heart of Balikbayans

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Fri, 23 Dec 2016 23:00:00 +0000

I don't know how common it is in your circle, but in mine, I have balikbayans demanding a trip to Jollibee as soon as they get out of the airport. When I picked up one of my best friends before, our first stop after the airport was...well, you know. She feasted on chicken joy and burger steak--it made it her truly happy and welcomed back home. And then just the other week I surprised a friend who came home a day after her birthday--and we surprised her not just with our presence, we also gave her cake and a Jollibee feast. She was so happy I'm not sure what truly delighted her about the surprise--the FOOD or our presence. Haha.

This is the Jollibee surprise party we planned. This is just half of the Jollibee goodies served. Haha.

One time I got home from a local trip with a friend and he insisted on having dinner at Jollibee when the plane landed and I teased, "Balikbayan ka ba?" Please do not crucify me because although I like Jollibee, I do not share the same passion about it that people do. But it doesn't mean that I don't get it because I do.

Living Away from Home

I may not be a big fan of Jollibee, but I understand why it means so much, especially to Filipinos who live abroad. When we were living away from home, we missed everything about the Philippines. In 1997 when we were in the UK, the internet was not a staple, at least not in Filipino homes, so we felt rather isolated. We ached and craved for family and friends who lived faraway. We were desperate for any semblance of home--and went crazy when we finally found a Filipino store and got to buy a pack of red Chippy.

I also remember being so drawn to OPM songs when I was in the UK. I loved Lea Salonga, Ogie Alcasid and Regine Velesquez--and I listened to their albums all day. The music kept me connected, somehow, even if we were so far. But it wasn't enough of course and I was constantly craving for home. That craving is the same craving that people have for Jollibee. It is the same craving that makes someone demand to sink their teeth into a piece of the "crispylivious and juicylicious" Chicken Joy, as soon as they land. It is the same craving that make many balikbayans cry in quiet pain.

I was in the UK for just two years but I was crying on the plane out of the country and I remember tearing slightly when I was finally on the plane back to the Philippines. I couldn't wait to be home. Days before my trip back, I was making a mental list of things I wanted to see and do, and I was so eager explore things I've missed. When a person comes back home, after being away for so long, they are welcomed by a lot of changes--new buildings, brand new roads and so forth. Jollibee is that one constant thing. I get that. I may not be a big Jollibee fan but I am a big fan of this country. So as a Filipino, I get it.

Anyway, I had Chicken Joy and Jolly Spaghetti for lunch yesterday because, I told you, I get it. Alright, alright... I am a closet Jollibee fan! No I'm really not. Haha.

God Said, Love One Another

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Mon, 28 Nov 2016 23:00:00 +0000

"A new command I give to you: Love one another.

As I have loved you, so you must love one another"

-John 13:34-

There's just too much hate in the world. Two Sundays ago, the message in service was to "love one another". I guess it's easier said than done, especially now, when hate is the most convenient emotion you can bring out. The pastor said, as human beings, our normal and automatic response to negative stimuli could either be anger, annoyance, disappointment and so forth. But God calls us all to be calm, understanding and forgiving...

Well, I understand the animosity really. As a human being I share the same irritable stance--hurt me and I'll fight back--it's in our nature to defend ourselves... our beliefs. To make a strong stand on things that matter the most.

But what really matters the most? Are we sure we're pouring our energy on the right things? I mean, I guess the US Presidency matters, or even the Philippine Presidency, however minute we are in the world, but aren't leaders appointed by the Lord? If so, then we should trust that he's got our back, right? You know, even though I strongly campaigned for Duterte in May, I prayed to God and said, "Lord, I'm voting Duterte. I am excited about what he can do, but I am anxious. I'm just one vote. I'm voting Duterte and I know you already have a winner, no matter whose name I shade. I leave it to you".

There are many things in this world that I have no control of--the elections is one, the Marcos burial is another. Once I was asked how I could be neutral about it and I see people criticizing neutrality, like it is a sin... I don't know, perhaps a weakness? But what if I have no true strong emotion about either side? What if I tell you I can sympathize with my mother who is PRO and my sisters who are ANTI--will you really fault me for it? Does that mean I don't understand history and have no regard for pivotal events that shaped our country?

There's too much hate... there's too many broken relationships over issues we can't control. In life, I believe we take a single part, and we ought to let the pieces fall as they should. Earlier I asked whether we're pouring our energy on the right things. I mean, if God commands us to love one another, what are we doing? Are we showing enough love amidst all the hate? In this world, so many other things need our attention...

Of Things That Matter

I can think of so many things that matter. These children matter. These Mangyan children live in forgotten areas of the country and their lives matter.

During my recent mission trip I spoke with a teach whose passion for the tribe children is truly admirable. There are teachers who trek 1-3 hours through muddy trails to climb mountains and reach the Mangyans. We complain so much of petty things, unaware of the heaviness that our brothers carry. Her school, brand new, was built in 2015. Before that, she taught the children in huts that didn't offer much shelter and protection from rain and strong winds. In 2013, the town finally got electricity, so just imagine their lives before that. Living in darkness, they're often called to insurgency by their unfriendly communist neighbors.

The pastor speaking that Sunday said, "We love because he first loved us" (1 John 4:19). It is only when you experience God's love that you will feel truly learn to embrace the true meaning of "love one another". In my team, there is a doctor there whose compassion for others is beyond compare. I have never seen anyone as devoted, as selfless and as God-filled as her. She inspires me to be the kind of servant that she is. In the field I meet different people who have long left their comfort zones to do the work of the Lord---because other lives matter. When you look at them, you forget that there is too much hate in the world.

In San Teodoro, a large boodle fight was set up for the Mangyans. It was an amazing thing to see.

The Mangyans, they do not complain. They are kind, they are meek and they hardly ask for anything at all. On the third site we visited this month, the children presented bundles of "pako" (an edible fern) and coconuts. We had the pako for lunch that day and devoured fresh coconut juice and meat. They do not have much but their offerings are genuine. THESE LIVES MATTER. I do not mean to belittle other issues, but I'm urging you, do not forget about our "katubo" (tribe). They are scattered all over the country, tucked away in corners, often forgotten. They are the Mangyans, the Lumads, the Igorots, the Tagbanwa people and so much more...

I will be honest, I was oblivious of their presence before. I wasn't unaware, but I was just too busy with other things, you know? But I thank the Lord for opening my eyes and every day, I thank the Lord for giving me the heart to serve.

"For you were called to freedom, brothers. Only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but through love, serve one another."

- Galatians 5:13 -

To God be all the glory, honor and praise...

Nightcaps at Baguio Craft Brewery

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Thu, 10 Nov 2016 23:00:00 +0000

Maybe I should be a bartender. Ha! I've always been fascinated with the art of mixing drinks, but the only drink mixing I am capable of is rum and coke, vodka and sprite, orange juice and vodka, tequila and margarita mix. Do you see the trend there--two ingredients. So let's forget about me being a bartender because that's not gonna happen, unless it's as simple as pouring beer into a glass, from a lovely tap.

Anyway, on a recent trip to Baguio we made sure to put Baguio Craft Brewery on the list of places to visit. We had one night in Baguio and we had time to drink and chill, so after the dinner feast we had at my cousin's lovely restaurant, we headed to Baguio Craft Brewery to toast on their beers.

We, unfortunately, did not make it to the actual "Baguio Craft Brewery". We went up there, it was packed and we were asked if we've passed by The Tasting Room to receive a quick briefing about their beers--and have a free taste if we wanted. We went down, listened to the woman, and ordered our first round. I had Key Wheat Beer because she asked what I wanted and I said yes to wheat and sweet, so she gave me KIWI. Anyway, when we received our drinks, we decided we're still quite stuffed from our dinner and didn't need any grub. The Tasting Room looked and smelled interesting enough, so we settled in the place and got comfortable.

We had two rounds each, I think. After that we decided to go back to the hotel, so that we could rest early for our activity-filled second day.

Happiness and Beer

On the wall by the bar was a chalkboard with an interesting quote that said, "You can't buy happiness, but you can buy beer--and that's kind of the same thing." The first statement is true, because you surely can't buy happiness, but you can buy beer. But we have to talk about the second statement. I'll agree that beer can make you happy, though, but not really the kind that lasts. Like there was this one time I was talking to a friend who was complaining about being exhausted and almost always wiped out from work and stress--I had to ask him if he finds time to relax and he said, he does. I asked him what he does and he says he "drinks a few bottles and lights a cigarette". Looking at him, though, I dont think he is any bit happy (or I may be wrong).

Well, I guess it's quite relaxing to smoke and drink. But personally, at my age, when I come home after a night of a few drinks with friends--I sometimes wake up the next day with a headache--that's aging for you. Haha. So anyway back to the sign, when I was younger and was living my own version of a rebellious life, I'd completely agree with that statement, but not anymore today. Don't mistake me, I love the taste of beer, and it makes me happy (especially when it's ice cold) and is shared with good company. But the happiness it brings, it doesn't last. It's momentary... fleeting... temporary... unreliable...

Cheers guys, don't take me too seriously... or do. Peace!

I Miss My Dental Assistant

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Mon, 07 Nov 2016 23:00:00 +0000

Since 2010 I have been working with the same assistant, and those of you who know her, know that she is my sidekick, my best friend and I cannot live without her. So you have no idea how hard it is to be coming in the clinic without her--it's absolute torture, really.

For over a week now, I come in much earlier instead of usually just coming in for my first appointment, because I have to clean and prep for myself. I need to clean the clinic, ready the charts and prep the chairs. In between patients, I do the washing, I open the doors and I answer the phones. I also went to the bank today--they missed me down there, because all my banking has been assigned to Monique, too. She's my personal wonder woman and now, I've lost her temporarily because she is on maternity leave. To those who know my assistant, "Surprise! Yes, Monique just gave birth to a lovely baby boy!"

Isn't he a cutie?

The Dreaded Day

Since I found out she was pregnant, I have dreaded her leave because while I knew it would be hard to work without an assistant, I also knew that hastily hiring a temp would just bring me headaches. In 2010 when I trained Monique, I painstakingly walked her through everything. More than six years after, Monique knows the clinic more than I do, and my patients and I always joke that she's my boss and my manager--the one who dictates my schedule. She bosses me around and makes me pay bills, issue cheques, come in at a certain time etc. No really, she is so efficient, I often want to take her with my to Healthway because I've gotten so used to her level of assisting.

So anyway, days before her scheduled leave, we had to prepare for her last day. On her last few days, we packed the appointment books, it was the smart thing to do. On her very last day, I had a fully-booked day from 10-6, with root canal and surgery in the morning. The night before, she messaged me and said, "Doc dadalhin na ako sa ospital" (Doc they're taking me to the hospital now). Whaaaaaaaaaaaatt?

For a solid minute, I froze, I didn't know what to do. The whole clinic thing is fine, but surgery without a second set of hands is impossible. I couldn't reschedule the patient because he was in a hurry too, so I spent the next minutes trying to find a way out of my dilemma. Oh God is good because he gave me an angel for that day, and all went well.

Working All Around

You have no idea how much I miss my assistant. The other day she messaged me and asked me how I was coping--she's so sweet. She even said she could come back soon because she's worried I am having a hard time, but I told her to stay put and enjoy her rest--of course I only half meant it. Haha. I mean I want her to rest, but I also really desperately need her back.

I do enjoy the alone time in the clinic, somehow, if I am not cleaning the floor and washing tools. Most of my patients who know Monique are shocked to find out she's on maternity leave, "She was pregnant?" She's so tiny she barely showed a belly underneath her scrubs. Rest assured, everyone is excited for her to come back, especially me. And for now, is anyone interested in working as my assistant?

Please send your resume to my email.

Dear PDiggy: Please Work on Lasting Peace for the Mangyans (and Every Filipino)

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Sun, 30 Oct 2016 23:00:00 +0000

If my Papa were alive today, I don't think he'd allow me to join the mission team in the mountains of Mindoro. A military man, he was the enemy of the LEFT, and in fact we weren't allowed to enroll in UP for he feared we're too gullible and just find ourselves in the mountains. I don't know. But if my Papa were alive today, I'd tell him the ceasefire is real where I came from.

I do not claim to be an expert of this world. From my comfortable place, in my Metro Manila existence, I never claimed to understand the significance of the ceasefire apart from the absence of "kills". A semblance of peace seems good enough and I took comfort in that, but I never really grasped what people talk about until I felt it--and saw it for real.

The two sites I served in with Team Jesus were to Mangyan (Iraya) Tribes. Both tucked away so far into the mountains, they are hardly reached. A patient of mine half-joked, "Umaasa lang kami sa ambon" (We only wait for rain to fall here). That's sad, right? But do you know why it's so hard to reach these areas? Apart from the fact that they are more or less forgotten, they live in RED-infiltrated areas. They live in critical areas where entry is next to impossible. The ARMY Lieutenant we were working with told me that before ceasefire, it was so much different because no one could just enter the area, much more to bring a civilian, like myself. The "friendlier" environment has changed things. It may not be much, but it is truly something you cannot just dismiss.

So yes PDiggy, with the little that I understand and can grasp about all this, I thank you for working on the ceasefire and I pray that you can truly bring peace this way. I don't know how far you'll succeed here, but even as a military brat, I wish you well. Just imagine how many communities, tucked away so far, become even farther because the people reside in unsafe areas of the country. Of course this is just one aspect of the depth of the difficulties of the Mangyans (and the many IPs), but I now have a better grasp of how the dream of long-lasting peace can improve the lives of the Filipinos in the outskirts.

If my dad were here, he wouldn't have allowed me to join the mission. I was telling my sister about my trip and she agreed that Papa would have sent people to get me from the mountains. He was a military man and I grew up hating the "armed" leftists because my dad hated them. He would have flipped if he learned I slept in an Army infantry camp, but I know he would be proud of the work I was a part of, because he's always been proud of his personal dentist.

As for me, I am proud to be a part of a team whose passion for service is incomparable. To my dear President Duterte, let's work on lasting peace, can we, not just for the Mangyans but for everyone. I understand what you mean now.

Work to Earn to Give

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Tue, 25 Oct 2016 23:00:00 +0000

My first patient in San Teodoro, is a small Mangyan man.

Last weekend I traveled with the Christian missionary group, Team Jesus, to serve Mangyan tribes in Mindoro. In the morning of the first mission day, our devotion was based on Ephesians 4:28 and it spoke of three types of people: those who steal to get what they want/need; those who work to get what they want/need, which is how we most are; and those who work to get what they want/need to be able to GIVE, which is how God wants us to be.

Let the thief no longer steal, but rather let him labor, doing honest work with his own hands, so that he may have something to share with anyone in need. (Ephesians 4:28)

"So that he may have something to share..." It was a fitting devotion for a team set to serve. And on the opening at the first site in Baco, the Barangay Captain who spoke (in Filipino) said, "The greatest commandment is to love God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind; and to love your neighbor as you love yourself. And it is probably why these people are here." Why were we there? When I heard all that I was tucked away inside a classroom, trying to steal a few sleeping minutes before the work starts, and tears just started falling from my eyes. He continued, "In my long life, I have not experienced something like this..." Usually, you come to a place like that hoping to bring God's blessing and instead you are blessed by their graciousness. I was in awe--God was with us that day.

Becoming A Mission Dentist

10 years ago, when I earned my license, I took an oath of service. While the work I do in my clinic is service just the same, I've always known that I could be more, do more and give more. I knew I was meant for something else and when I joined the ARMS Mission in Bicol, it opened a whole new world to me. So when I was invited to be a part of Team Jesus, I did not hesitate.

A few months ago a friend suggested that I could teach in Dentistry School. Thinking that it had always been my dream, I was convinced that the way it conveniently landed on my lap meant that God wanted me to do it, so I heeded the call and submitted my CV to a University in Manila. The application never materialized, however, it went back and forth. There were demands I simply could not meet and it suddenly felt heavy in my heart, so I couldn't commit. At a point, I even asked God, "Is this not what you want for me?"

Then while I was in the mission, I suddenly realized that if I became part of the academe, then I would be tied to a schedule and wouldn't be able to give room for a missionary life. Things suddenly made sense and I felt my heart delight at the thought. It was clear--this is what God wants me to do.

Joining Team Jesus

Call it accidental or destiny, I hear it as God's calling. My friend was merely asking for me to fill in for her, for a single mission, but as it turns out she was set for migration to Canada, and needed a "permanent" replacement for the team. She joked, "I'm passing the baton to you", and I laughed, not realizing my new reality.

Team Jesus was formed, post-Yolanda, but the heart of the team is consist of Christian missionaries serving in he Name of the Lord, far longer than that. They are partnered with the Philippine Army, and with their protection and assistance, are empowered to serve the Mangyan tribes in Mindoro (and other areas). I met amazing hearts this weekend. It is my dream to possess even half of the passion they have in their hearts. Next month I am set to travel with them again and I am delighted.

44 “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’ 45 “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’ (Matthew 25:44-45)

To God be the Glory,

Dealing with Bullies and Gossips

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Tue, 11 Oct 2016 23:00:00 +0000

When I was in grade school I became friends with a batch bully and I learned the best things about the trade from her. I'm not proud of those days, but as you grow up you get to a point when you realize it's better to have the upper hand than to be the one being oppressed. Although, you should know that bullies always pick on people who have no means to fight, and I had a few experiences with that (but I would rather forget it). I think what I'm trying to say is that it is different to be a bully and to know how to defend yourself. When I was wiser (as I became older), I told my little sisters to be strong against bullies. There are different types of bullies in this world and I've encountered many versions of it, but I've never really allowed myself to be a victim. Cmon, I grew up as a military brat.

So I guess you can say that I was able to defend myself from bullies. I fight when necessary because growing up my mom always expressed the importance of assertion (and standing up for ourselves). Basically I was trained for that, but GOSSIPS were a different thing altogether.

Surviving Gossip Girls (and Guys)

Yes I said, girls and guys because what I've discovered is that everyone like to gossip, even guys. It's not really a girl thing. I think it's human nature to be curious and to want to talk about other people, but it's a different story altogether when you're the one being talked about. It's not easy to be the subject of gossip. It can break you. It can eat you up. It can ruin your life. But you shouldn't let it conquer you.

You cannot control what other people will do. I've learned that in life. You can fight people all you want, but ultimately, they will do what they want to do. Since you cannot control what other people will do--which means they will gossip about you regardless of the obvious struggle you are going through, there is just nothing you can do about it. What you can control is how you react to their actions. You can go ballistic. You can calmly shrug it off. You can let it devour you. Do not hate the people who gossip about you because it's not their fault. These things happen.
Chances are it's your own fault. I am not saying you've brought it upon yourself, but you know what I mean. If your life is juicy and interesting, you can expect to be under the spotlight. If you've made a wrong decision in life, expect people to have an opinion about it. If you do not want to be talked about, HIDE because if you are prominent even in a minute scale, you will get in people's radar. Of course no one should be a victim of gossiping, no matter who you are, but I am saying it is sometimes a territorial/conditional thing.
Don't take it seriously. No matter what you hear, no matter how bad it makes you feel, do not take it seriously. Try not to let it ruin you and if you can disregard it, do so. Whether the news is true or false, do not let it get to you. Once upon a time I cared so much about what people think or say about me, until I realized I've been wasting too much effort trying to shield myself from the "bullets". Eventually I gained a stronger stance against things and said, "Let them talk!" I just go on with my life because truthfully, there are more important things than this.
This too shall pass. Always remember this because it should bring you comfort. No matter how grave your situation is right now, it will be over. After some time people will get tired talking about you, since they will find other people to talk about. Hehe. That's the truth. Things will be better and you will get through this, so like the rampage of waves on the shore, you just have to let it fall because it will eventually pull away and go back to the sea.

It is never easy to deal with bullies and gossips, but when you are forced in this situation you just have to be strong. You have be strong enough to stand your ground against bullies, no matter who they are; and you have to be strong enough to survive through the negative talk about you.

And if you need help, just holler...

Experiencing Canto Bogchi Joint

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Thu, 06 Oct 2016 23:00:00 +0000

In June 8, 2008 my cousin's family opened a restaurant and they named it Canto Bogchi Joint. When I first saw his posts on social media, I immediately said, "Oh this is so Carlo". The rugged, simple, unique and happy-go-lucky feel of the name spoke well of my cousin(s) from Baguio. Since then I've always wanted to visit, but the few times I was in the city, I was there for a purpose that didn't allow side trips and so I've always ached for the chance.

Initially spelled with a "K", my niece accidentally spelled it with a "C" and they decided it better that way (she was right).

The first time I ever saw a food post from a friend who visited Canto, I proudly announced, "Oh that's my cousin's place. I'm glad you liked it." It became a thing I tell people when I learn that they're headed for Baguio, "Visit Canto, it's owned by my cousins" and my referrals always returned with positive remarks--and soon the overflow of good reviews couldn't be stopped. The first time I saw Canto being featured on television, I screamed, "Oh pamangkin ko yan!" (Oh that's my niece). Canto had become synonymous to Baguio and I felt so proud. As a matter of fact, when I was announcing to some friends that I was headed for Baguio, one asked "Which places do you plan to visit?" and even before I could answer she goes, "Pinakamasarap na nakainan ko doon yung Canto" (The place that served the best food for me when I was there, was Canto" And I smiled.

Needless to say, the scheduled dinner at Canto Bogchi Joint was highly anticipated. We specifically avoided a heavy lunch after our full breakfast that day because we wanted the complete Canto experience---and we sure had one.

Anyway, here are the dishes that we tried

Cascade Salad

This salad looks simple, but the unexpected bites of peanut brittle made this truly memorable. The choice greens are fresh and the vinaigrette is perfect. The fruit was watermelon and usually its addition in salad dishes make the most statement, but I will direct you to the peanut brittle once again. Everything about this salad was perfect, even the alfalfa sprouts, so we were truly overwhelmed by the character (sweetness and crunch) that the peanut brittle gave to every bite we took. I mean, salad is salad, and if you are a lover of greens you will love a good salad. But the peanut brittle, made it so much more--we were hooked. It was addictive. Who gets hooked on a salad, right? Interestingly enough, I just found out the brittle surprise was suggested by another cousin.

Lomo Ribs (Whole Slab)

Everyone who visits Canto, will surely order their ribs, and we sure did. It was tender, flavorful and served with our favorite, Cascade Salad. (N.B. I heard you can convert the salad to mashed potatoes). This did not disappoint and like most of the food in the restaurant, this was something they used to just cook at home. The ribs, specifically, was a recipe they borrowed from a friend. This was tweaked to perfection until it came to be how it is now--the way their the regular patrons love it.

Grilled Chicken

When this was served, my cousin gave us a side of chili sauce and he said, "This goes well with anything", and we took his advice. Haha. We sincerely enjoyed it with the chicken. It was good on its own, but the kick that the chili offered, made everything more interesting. It's funny, too, because we didn't have any idea how "spicy" it was so we gave a generous helping of it initially---explosion in the mouth, I tell you. But it was so good so after that we learned our lesson and made sure not to go overboard.

Dessert Nachos

This is absolutely good. The "nachos" which are coated with cinnamon are perfectly crisp and they surprisingly remained crispy up to the last chip (much to our amazement). The flavors go very well together, but it's not too sweet and just how I want it.

Strawberry Yogurt

When my cousins invited me to have dessert, my mind was saying, "No more" but I knew my stomach was going to find physical space and it did. This yogurt desert is simple but it's the best way to enjoy fresh strawberries form Baguio. The yogurt is faint and not overpowering, so you appreciate the toppings even more.

As of publishing, Canto at Arellano has closed its doors. A massive development is soon to rise in the area and so I end this post on a bittersweet note. How timely that I finally got to try Canto Bogchi Joint just before their departure. Even sadder, Canto at Ketchup Community is given a contract limit, so make sure to pay them a visit before they leave. Keep posted to find out what's next for Canto. I am eager to know (and I'm sure many share my sentiment) where my cousins and the CANTO family are headed to after the massive success they've accomplished for eight years. A more permanent home for the famous Bogchi Joint, perhaps? Open in Manila, nearer to their beloved cousins, here? Hahaha. Just kidding!

The Canto Family. My family. Meet the heart behind the famous ribs.

Let's Talk About Death and Taxes

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Sun, 02 Oct 2016 23:00:00 +0000

"In this world, nothing can be said to be certain except Death and Taxes"

-Benjamin Franklin

Early last year, a friend's mom passed away. A few months after, I attended another funeral and not long after that, a friend's dad fell seriously ill. It left me distraught. I talked to my mom about it and she said, "It's the circle of life. You are born, you live, and you die. And for people my age, we are slowly coming to our end". She is right of course. Ben Franklin was right too. Everyone eventually meets their end (although some earlier than expected) we all go through the same story, albeit with differing twists and turns. You're born, you live, you die.

After that talk with my mom, I remember thinking, "Oh thank God that my parents are still far from that", but months after, my father fell into a roller-coaster of health problems that eventually took his life. Death comes to everyone, eventually. And sometimes it comes when you least expect it. I remember when he was getting seriously ill, that I was beginning to bargain. I initially asked the Lord for 10 years, begged for 5 years and at some point wished he would make it, at least until Christmas 2015. But of course he didn't.

In the following months, I began to understand death even more.

Let's Talk About Death

Anyway, a week ago we said goodbye to an aunt and the subject of death was brought up again. A cousin kept excusing himself, "Sorry if this is so morbid" but I said, "It's okay, we have to talk about these things". We have to talk about cemetery plots, memorial plans, cremation, coffins and so forth. We have to understand that in the culmination of our lives, these final arrangements have to be made in advance, because the burden of a loss is heavy enough for family.

Life in this Earth is not permanent. We are born. We live. We die. On the day of my aunt's cremation I posted this photo with the caption, "The beauty of flowers, like life, is but fleeting. One day you'll wilt away".

Everyone dies. Are you prepared for your inevitable exit from this Earth? Have you made all the physical arrangements (i.e. funeral plans, memorial lots, burial conditions, insurances)? Have you spent enough time with people you love? One thing about my Father's death, however fast it all seemed, was that God gave us three months to be with him. Two nights before, I was cleaning his dentures and brushing his teeth. You see, I didn't know it was the last time I would be doing that, and now I remember it all the time.

Death is sad. When you lose a loved one, the days, weeks, months and years following that day will be a momentary struggle. But it's not necessarily the end.

So What Now?

Have you ever wondered where you'd go after you expire on Earth? What happens after you take your final breath--after your body is lowered into the ground and buried under the dirt? Many people will say, "I don't know" and death becomes a scary thing. But what if there is a way for you to be sure?

The promise of salvation is not something that a lot of people understand. Life after death is something that people would rather not touch, but not when you've truly grasped the meaning of salvation. It is said that the story of the death and the resurrection of Christ is one of the best established facts of history. His death, has brought deliverance and redemption from sin--and through him, a way to heaven was given.

If you declare with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved. (Romans 10: 9-10)

For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--and it is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God--not by works, so that no one can boast. (Ephesians 2: 8-9)

Salvation is something we do not deserve, but it is given to us. The ultimate father, we are offered a chance to be with Him in paradise, we just have to believe. Isn't that amazing? Anyway, I'm sorry if I brushed on the topic of death today, but like I said to my cousin, "We have to talk about these things". We have to talk about cemetery plots, memorial plans, burial conditions, insurances, life after death and salvation.

Oh yeah, I didn't really want to talk about taxes...

SONG IN MY HEAD: My Eyes Adored You

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Mon, 26 Sep 2016 00:10:00 +0000

So last Saturday, I saw "Jersey Boys" with my family. The whole thing was a production. My youngest sister was turning 25 and we wanted to make her day special. She is a musical geek and we thought to surprise her with tickets to see one of her all time faves.

I grew up watching plays and musicals at Repertory Philippines (and at one point, dreamed of being part of the theatre). In London, when I saw my all-time favorite, Miss Saigon--I cried. My little sister turned out to be a bigger fan of the theatre, so for her birthday we surprised her with tickets. Truth: it was a treat for the entire family. It was a delight for my mom, who was singing and dancing during the show---and it was equally appreciated by the four musical Inserto sisters who grew up singing the famous songs as featured in movies. In "Heart and Souls", we fell in love with Robert Downey Jr when he performed "Walk Like A Man" and in "10 Things I Hate About You", we all rooted for Heath Ledger when he serenaded Julia Stiles with "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You".

Having seen the movie, I knew I was going to enjoy Jersey Boys, and I was right. I had zero expectations for the cast, coming in, but I left Meralco Theater with greater respect for Nyoy Volante, Christian Bautista, Markki Stroem and Nino Alejandro. Nyoy Volante was just amazing as Frankie Valli. His voice and on-stage charisma was spot on and I was just in awe. The Jersey accents were brilliant and the performances--truly outstanding. In fact, it is not easy for me to pick a favorite song from the entire list.

Anyway, I've chosen to share with you this song, which in the musical was performed when Frankie and his wife, decided to get a divorce.

My Eyes Adored You

My eyes adored you

Though I never laid a hand on you,

My eyes adored you

Like a million miles away from me you couldn't see

How I adored you

So close, so close and yet so far away

Carried your books from school,

Playing make-believe you're married to me

You were fifth grade, I was sixth

When we came to be

Walking home every day over Barnegat Bridge and Bay,

Till we grew into the me and you

Who went our separate ways

My eyes adored you

Though I never laid a hand on you,

My eyes adored you

Like a million miles away from me you couldn't see

How I adored you

So close, so close and yet so far

Headed for city lights,

Climbed the ladder up to fortune and fame,

I worked my fingers to the bone,

Made myself a name.

Funny, I seem to find that, no matter how the years unwind,

Still I reminisce about the gir I miss

And the love I left behind

My eyes adored you

Though I never laid a hand on you,

My eyes adored you

Like a million miles away from me you couldn't see

How I adored you:

So close, so close and yet so far

All my life I will remember how warm and tender

We were way back then

Though I'm feeling sad regrets I know I won't ever forget

You, my childhood friend

My eyes adored you

Though I never laid a hand on you,

My eyes adored you

Like a million miles away from me you couldn't see

How I adored you

So close, so close and yet so far

The lyrics of the song is fairly straightforward. It speaks to a girl, he loved (adored), who probably had no idea how much, how deep or how real the emotion was, "Like a million miles away from me you couldn't see, how I adored you".

Just recently I read an article about "almost relationships" and how they're practically a waste of your time. I think this song speaks of an almost relationship. In his mind, he's already gone with his dream girl to far away places--where he's married her, built a life with her and loved her--but the image remains in his head. "My eyes adored you, though I never laid a hand on you, my eyes adored you".

Anyway, back to the article I read, it said that although almost relationships sometimes present with the same sensation as a real relationship, it is hardly worth one's time and effort because, more often than not, they never pull through. It said, "almost relationships" never ever feel real and if it were, then it would have, and won't ever be half-hearted. Makes sense huh? When the other party cannot fully commit, it's an almost relationship. When one's heart is somewhere else, it's an almost relationship. When you keep on guessing, it's an almost relationship. The level of uncertainty is unhealthy and is just not worth it. It may be interesting, fun, exciting--but it's not real. Of course the article also spoke of almost relationships progressing to real ones, but that's a rarity, so be careful not to wait in vain because you wouldn't want to be singing this song right? "So close, so close and yet so far..."

Do not forget to watch Jersey Boys. It's only playing for a month so do not miss it.

Inhaling Artistic Air At Bencab Museum

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Thu, 15 Sep 2016 23:00:00 +0000

A few months ago someone invited me to BenCab Museum and before I answered, I consulted my best friend Google because I was sure the museum is not located in Manila, "In Baguio?"Anyway, that never happened because Baguio is about 5 hours away for just a leisurely trip to see art. So when some friends invited me to join them to Baguio, the first thing I said was "Let's go to BenCab", and we did.

BenCab is home to the work of National Artist, Benedicto Reyes Cabrera, or BenCab. It is located in Tuba, which is a little far from the city but it's a trip worth taking. It's smaller than I expected, so you only need a little over an hour to explore it. My friends and I enjoyed our visit. From the strawberry taho being sold outside, to the pieces of art, to the many areas perfect for artistic photography--it was the highlight of our trip. And I would recommend it to everyone visiting Baguio.

Anyway, here are a few pieces that I loved at BenCab...

This piece is entitled, "When the Walls Come Down" and I can imagine that the 1990 earthquake that broke Baguio is the inspiration for this. When the walls came down, many people got trapped inside broken buildings for days, before they were rescued. They waited--probably losing hope as days passed, and I can only imagine what it must be like in that situation--to not know whether you will live another day or not. My uncle passed away in that quake. He escaped just in time, but went back, and the walls came down on him.

It's funny how society loves to paint women as shopaholics, hence "Manila Girls Shopping". While that may be true for a lot of women, even myself, I know of many men who are shopaholics too. My father is a shopaholic-- and it plays to our favor, especially when we travel because you can be sure that shopping is on the agenda. Oh, you have no idea how crazy my Papa was when he fixates on something and starts to hoard. He loves the mall. He loves to buy his favorite things: tissue paper, cable ties, bath foam, white briefs, 3-in-1 coffee, white socks and so many others. Anyway, shopping is fun and it has therapeutic gains. I love shopping best when I'm feeling down because my spending power invigorates me in a very superficial way. How about you?

I know how it is to be "Almost Mad" and the piece depicts the moment in accuracy. When you're almost about to burst, you get an awful rush that clouds your head, so you're like a ticking time bomb. Like a brewing storm, the internal monologue in your head is a deafening raucous, that wants to break free. The color red represents the blood rush--the vein popping marathon circulation of your blood from your thumping heart. I hate it when I'm almost mad because you're at a fork road and you can either be the better man, and suppress it or indulge the rise and explode.

Will you be MAD or will you calm down?

Traydor. I do not hate America but it's true, we are often among traitors. In my younger years, I enjoyed travelling to the US, but the so-called American dream has brought drama to my family to the point of it being unhealthy, already. Sometimes I wonder why we're too mesmerized with a country that has done more bad than good to the rest of the world. Yes they aid third world countries in times of need, as a wealthy country with interests to protect, these investments are really worth taking. They hold a pivotal role in the international "Game of Thrones", and we've always agreed to be a pawn in their game ploys. My Papa used to say America is and will be further punished for their sins. I don't know what the artist wanted to convey when he created this piece, but that's how I see it.

We are always "Ready to Hope", right? Hope is the ray of light that we rely on when things do not make sense and you are filled with questions. Hope is the one thing you can count on to turn things around. In the painting the subject's eyes are covered because hoping is putting blind trust on something or someone. It is closing your eyes and having faith on what's to come. In the past I used to go to lengths to be able to maneuver my life. It's a tiring process that does not guarantee favorable results. Now, I have learned to surrender my life. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, next week, next year---and like the subject on the painting, I have a blindfold over my eyes. Am I afraid? Oh I am--but it's okay.

The text caption on the painting says, "Wag mong damdamin ang mga bagay, dahil ang mga bagay ay walang damdamin". (Do not worry about things, because things do not have feelings). The English translation may be off, and it slightly departs from the idea, so I will interpret the quote in Filipino which to me may be seen in two ways. The direct meaning says that you shouldn't worry about material things because material things do not have emotions, which is true. Therefore you should not worry about the worldly things in this life because it holds no bearing and will not define or qualify your existence. The alternate meaning may suggest that the "thing" is a person. And just the same it says that you shouldn't care about this "thing", especially since it feels nothing.

It feels nothing. So if it feels nothing, why should you care?

This is a timely piece. Today we're dealing with all kinds of "Spin Doctors" in media. The piece depict them as half naked individuals with masks because they bare truth behind masks. They hide behind masks because they do not want to be caught in a lie. I often get frustrated with news nowadays. It's not completely spun, of course, but news are written and presented differently, that's why I always look for actual interviews. If I have to watch hours worth of speeches, I will, just so I could get the whole context. Spin doctors are manipulators. They abuse power that they have and they hide behind masks. All kinds of manipulators are frightening--you should be wary of spin doctors.

I love art. BenCab mostly showcases paintings and indigenous art--and I loved the paintings. I can look at a painting and stare at it for hours, writing a story about it. I am not a skilled painter, but I wish I am. Maybe one day I'll try but for now I'm just going to continue with my adult coloring books.

BenCab Museum

Km 6 Asin Road, Tadiangan

Tuba, Benguet

Tuesday - Sunday

Php 120

P.S. Cafe Sabel is located at the basement and it has a perfect window view that you will surely enjoy.

Learning Empathy From Books

noreply@blogger.com (crickette inserto) — Mon, 05 Sep 2016 23:00:00 +0000

I have been reading for as long as I could remember. It began with the "Run Bantay Run" series that most Filipino children go through when we're learning to read and then I jumped to fairy tales, Sweet Valley, Nancy Drew, R.L Stine, John Grisham and it has gone on and on. My love affair with books began at a young age--and I am grateful for it, for a lot of reasons. Books are my friends. They keep me company during long haul trips, interminable queues, solo meals, sleepless nights, even salon and spa visits. But more than just something to do, books (just like words) fuel my existence.

Not my books. This is my sister's collection. This is just one portion of a large wall shelf.

People read books for many reasons but apparently, studies reveal that reading cultivates empathy. Reading fiction helps a reader understand what a person is going through--what he is feeling or thinking, because that's what every reader does when he's trying to get to know characters in books. Those who read will understand what I mean. When you open a story and go deep into the lives of the characters (especially that of the narrator) you become in tune with him. You see what he sees, you feel what he feels, smell what he smells, hear what he hears. It sounds absurd for those those who do not read, but this will be true for all bookworms who like myself, faced a Dementor, fell in love in Rosings Park, curiously spied on Boo Radley and finally saw color like Jonas. I have been to many places, met many people, have gone through unimaginable tragedies and triumphs with every turn of a page. Books are entertainment, primarily, but for people like myself--it is really so much more.

You know, I sometimes get truly invested in the lives of the characters that when I am away from the book, I feel a knot in my chest that I couldn't explain and then I realize I am worried because Katniss Everdeen just lost Peeta to the careers. When a book ends disturbingly, I often stay motionless for hours, in despair. So similarly, I jump in elation when the character feels the same.

Empathy vs Sympathy

There's always an argument about these two. Although it is not automatic, it is easier to sympathize with people. To say "I feel sorry for you" or "I hope you feel better" require much less and are often cliche responses to other people's grief. But it is definitely another thing to put yourself in someone else's shoes--that is empathy. When you go to lengths to actually understand what is going on, beyond the surface, you are hitting the core (and so you are getting the picture as a whole).

As a professional in the healthcare industry, I am called not only to sympathize with patients' needs, but to apply empathy when dealing with their concerns, as well. When a patient comes in, you see him more than his toothache--you listen to depth of the complaint. And whether I am working with a child who is kicking and slapping my arm, screaming "I don't like you anymore!" or a grown man expressing his fear of injections--I have to take off my coat, sit on the chair, and imagine it from their side.

In the real world, away from books and beyond my professional life (as a dentist), I have come to realize that empathy has allowed me to forgive easily. More than just branding people according to their actions (which I admit is always my initial reaction--being human), I am able to step away and compartmentalize my emotions. I scrutinize people and events, like I do characters in books. I am always decoding things--and yes, it could be quite exhausting to be me, but lucky for many of you this helps me to understand people (and people's actions) more. Like if you hurt me, of course I'll hate you, but I'll understand why you did it or what about your core (and story) made you do it. Eventually, I'll forgive you just as readers forgave Severus Snape--because that's how it is and that's in my core too.

Literary fiction, by contrast, focuses more on the psychology of characters and their relationships. “Often those characters’ minds are depicted vaguely, without many details, and we’re forced to fill in the gaps to understand their intentions and motivations,” Kidd says. This genre prompts the reader to imagine the characters’ introspective dialogues. This psychological awareness carries over into the real world, which is full of complicated individuals whose inner lives are usually difficult to fathom. (Source: Scientific American)

Going Pizza and Pasta Crazy at Motorino Pizza

noreply@blogger.com (crickette inserto) — Mon, 29 Aug 2016 23:00:00 +0000

If there is one food I consider my staple it is not rice--it is pizza. Pizza is my life source and I've said it many times when asked what food I'd like to eat for the rest of my life, if I could only choose one, that it's PIZZA. It does not matter what topping, it could be thin or thick, crispy or doughy, gourmet or traditional plain cheese--PIZZA IS LOVE. I don't know how many times I've expressed it on social media--pizza is serious matter for me. So basically, you know that the key to my heart is food and specifically, it's pizza. Naturally, when my cousin organized dinner for our regular Aussie visitor at Motorino Pizza, my heart rejoiced. Haha.

Motorino Pizza is rather small, but the make sure to ready a big appetite because their menu is loaded. My family's love affair with food is real, so we ordered a lot. N.B. Their crust is thin and pizzas are loaded. You may consider eating it with knife and fork, but since it's best to eat pizza with your hands, they suggest that you "fold" your slice to reinforce it, as you take it into your mouth.

Our Pizza Choices

Meatball

Php 595

This is not so special, but pizza is pizza and what I loved most about Motorino pizzas is their cheese. They give a generous helping of cheese, as you will see on my photos, and your teeth will definitely sink into flavors when you bite--then it will be as stringy as possible when you pull. I always look for that when I eat pizza, You do not get that often, but you will at with a every Motorino pizza slice.

Pizza Al Uovo

Php 595

I'm not sure I've had egg on my pizza before, but this is an interesting ingredient. I love eggs and I love fried eggs, because it reminds of breakfast. Pizza Al Uovo brings together two of the things I love, breakfast food and pizza. Do not forget to order this when you visit Motorino not just because it is unique, but because it's worth trying.

Prosciutto di Parma

Php 625

Of all the pizza's we had this is my absolute fave. I love prosciutto and I love arugula. I mean, just look at the picture--it is as good as it looks. The flavors are simple and but every bite you take is a challenge to cut through the prosciutto and the arugula, so it its quite interactive. If you're not careful, you'll get the entire prosciutto with a single bite and have none left for the rest (same goes with the arugula). Haha.

Our Spaghetti Choices

Aglio Olio with Bacon

Php 345

This is the only pasta I was able to taste. The initial orders were seafood pastas and I couldn't have them, but my cousins kept saying that they felt sorry because the fresh pasta was good. I told them not to order anymore--but someone else arrived, I influenced him to order pasta that I could eat without dying. Yes, the fresh pasta made a difference. Pasta is my go-to recipe. Once upon a time, I only knew how to cook pasta and now I want to learn how to make fresh pasta.

Clams and Bacon

Php 376

Alfredo with Prawns

Php 525

Since I am deathly allergic to seafood, I did not get to taste these two pasta dishes. My cousins kept forgetting that I am allergic so they kept offering me a taste (and then they'd give me a sad face, after they realize). That means that the pasta is really good. Based on the sounds, I think the clam and bacon pasta was enjoyed the most. Apart from the fact that the noodles are fresh, they kept raving about how flavorful every bite was.

There is one more pizza we tried, but I failed to take a photo of that one because it was the first to come out and I was already hungry. I initially planned to enjoy dinner with wine, but decided against it. We closed dinner with coffee and a scoop of their homemade gelato. I got pop rock and mallows--it was good. I got to try spoonfuls of their dark chocolate and strawberry shortcake (I like the strawberry one the most). In an Instagram post I referenced Lin-Manuel Miranda's famous speech and said. "Pizza. Because pizza is pizza is pizza is pizza." If you love pizza, you know what I mean.

Motorino Pizza
3L Greenbelt 3
Makati City
(02) 7548018

Netpark Building
5th Avenue, BGC Taguig City
(02) 9624445

Sunday to Thursday 11am - 11pm
Friday and Saturday 11am - midnight

SONG IN MY HEAD: Dreaming With A Broken Heart

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Mon, 22 Aug 2016 17:31:00 +0000

On my drive home, I was listening to the radio and Magic 89.9 was taking callers on the topic of "moving on". Throughout the journey, I heard tales from one guy and two girls, and both girls were on the verge of crying. I was laughing with my assistant and just as they were about to end the segment, the lovely John Mayer song played--and the laughter immediately stopped.

The first time I really listened to this song was when I used to watch "So You Think You Can Dance" and Twitch and Kherington performed on stage. Maybe it was the song, maybe it was John Mayer, maybe it was the dance---or maybe it was all of the above. I fell in love with the song in an instant and when I heard it on the radio, I was transported back to that moment when I first watched them perform (see the video below). Suddenly I forgot about the annoying voices on the radio and their so-called heartbreaks. Mostly I stopped because the song made me realize that once upon a time, I had my heart broken too.

Dreaming With A Broken Heart

John Mayer

When you're dreaming with a broken heart

The waking up is the hardest part

You roll outta bed and down on your knees

And for a moment you can hardly breathe

Wondering, "Was she really here?

Is she standing in my room?"

No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart

The giving up is the hardest part

She takes you in with her crying eyes

Then all at once you have to say goodbye

Wondering, "Could you stay my love?

Will you wake up by my side?"

No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?

Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my, roses in my hand?

would you get them if I did?

No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone....

When you're dreaming with a broken heart

The waking up is the hardest part

The song begins with a few lines that scream reality for many who endure heartbreak and pain, "When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part". This, I'm sure is true for most people. "You roll out of bed and down on your knees. And for a moment you can hardly breathe". Mornings are the hardest because it is when you open your eyes and your mind is the clearest. Sometimes this heavy feeling will come at night, when you are about to expire for the day, but often the exhaustion numbs you and the heaviness of slumber quickly gets in the way of your emotions. But mornings... mornings are the worst. The presence of a new day clamor loudly because it signifies another day you have to forcefully live. Despite the violent reluctance in your head to participate in anything, you open your eyes and you face it all again. It's different at night when closing your eyes is the perfect escape because dreams can take you anywhere you want to go, mornings are real and the details of your heartache shine like the sun when it's bright. "Wondering was she really here? Is she standing in my room?" Oh no--there is no escape.

Unfortunately so, our hearts are made of tough involuntary muscles. It beats unceasingly, until death, so almost always it will persist--although much to one's dismay. "Do I have to fall sleep with roses in my hand?" The song asks this question repeatedly. It's desperately pleading, possibly hoping for an answer. "Would you get them if I did?"

When I broke up with my very first boyfriend (more than a decade ago), I was very young but back then, the intensity of the heartbreak I felt had the capacity to break my world and like the lyrics of the song, I pleaded and wished that he would come back. That actually took awhile. I remember going through my first years of Dentistry school trying to find stable footing after been mercilessly torn apart. It wasn't easy and at this point I remember the callers on the radio and I regret belittling their quivering voices as tears probably welled up in their eyelids. Every heartache is different from one another--for sure--and each one I went through impacted my life differently. Nevertheless, all will be painful because when you realize that the other person has GONE and left, you will be alone to pick up the broken pieces of yourself.

So yes, mornings are often the worst. And in the dance, they paint the frustration and disarming gloom of being alone.

Dear PDiggy: It's You Against the World

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Fri, 19 Aug 2016 03:44:00 +0000

Despite your high 91% trust rating, the 16 million electoral mandate, the Congress super majority, and the continued support you get from people like myself--I feel sorry for you. I feel sorry because despite the number of people who believe in you, you are battling this on your own.

Why do I say this? Since you took your seat you have waged war on a number of people. You put yourself in front of the camera and you make your "announcements". Depending on who is at the receiving end, you are applauded or criticized. For those who criticize you, this unusual practice is seen as uncouth, unpresidential and so forth. In the past administration, you would hardly see the President resort to this because he usually has someone like Trillanes, De Lima or Drilon to do the dirty work for him. Right now, we have someone who does his own laundry... someone who tells the police, "No one will go to jail as long as long as you are doing your job. I will not allow it." And always, declarations of this nature end with this statement, "Even if I lose the Presidency". You see, I say "on your own" because you've put it all in your hands.

The War Between Supporters

Yesterday was your 50th day and having declared it a "holiday" because of C5 traffic, I spent the entire day following features and commentaries about your first 50 days. It was as mixed as reviews for "Suicide Squad", and on Twitter and Facebook, it was just as violent. As a supporter, I make sure to keep track of things--it's quite entertaining.

And just so you know, I was enraged by the TIME.COM article by Miguel Syjuco. I have lots to say about it, but I'll keep it simple. Here we have a highly educated novelist, with much credibility, use his award-winning pen power to write an article so maliciously selective and creatively colored with an agenda to destroy. The title alone, "This Is Why Philippine President Rodrigo Duterte Will Get Away With Murder", is very suggestive. It's a lengthy piece that was written well and it conveniently accommodated all notable accusations, whether or not it was relevant or accurate. It's not enough that the so-called bonafide media is against you. It's not enough that your supporters are laughed at and ridiculed for publishing their own versions of the truth, to contrast the versions that mainstream media publishes. It's not enough that people who defend you are called trolls because what credibility or brand can they present? Here comes a highly credible writer--and he publishes on TIME.COM and of course, it is applauded (and believed).

This war will go on and with your recent spat with De Lima, it will continue. And about that, as a Christian I do not believe in the worldly saying, "an eye for an eye". I am the type of person who hardly finds the heart to take revenge or get back at people, so I may never have the boldness you possess. But I do not and cannot control your reactions and decisions. An impending international inquiry threatens your Presidency and in an interview De Lima expressed some "worry" by saying: "Now hindi po biro yan. The last thing we need nga is for our dear President to be subjected to prosecution by an international tribunal, like the international criminal court. Hindi ko po tinatakot ang ating pangulo, I'm just stating a fact". (Now this is not a joke. The last thing we need is for our dear President to be subjected to prosecution by an international tribunal, like the international criminal court. I am not threatening the President, I'm just stating a fact). And meanwhile we have Kill Lists being properly organized and updated, articles from international news publications speaking of EJK and then of course we see photos like this one:

photo from here

Some people were furious when you asked the media to stop sensationalizing the killings. They said you were mocking the deaths. Were you? I say the photos are of amazing quality. These are coffee table book quality, huh? We used to have People Power hardbound books displayed at home. I loved looking at the photos when I was growing up. I noticed that photos of the drug killings have the same artistic quality. Such deaths used to be tucked far away in tabloids (where they are unseen)--but these photos are particularly good for reposting--perfect for sharing in blogs, Twitter, Facebook and so forth.

The War In My Head

Whenever I am asked about how I feel about the extrajudicial killings, I say: "I do not like the killings", and that is the truth. Why I do not rage against it is because... Well, let me quote to you what Senator Dick Gordon immediately answered when Teddy Locsin Jr asked for his opinion about EJK by agreeing that while the killings have been a long-time issue, the past were much random, whereas today's is... "How do you know?", Dick Gordon quickly interrupted. It was such a fast interview, he conducted it in lightning speed and I cannot find a video of it online so forgive me if I cannot quote it verbatim, but Gordon's answer was clear--and Locsin paused, listened and agreed--because, how do you know, really? The war in my head sees the pictures of deaths--and then I see 570,000+ surrenders (that rehabilitation centers can no longer accommodate). I see efforts to call house to house for people to come forward and I see people being named and shamed publicly. Now, who makes it to the KILL LIST? If the goal is to kill, then why bother with the charade? You see, the war in my head cannot connect these things. So I raise the same question by Dick Gordon, this time to all of you, "How do you know?" Are you sure there is no other reason why people are being killed?

1 Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. 2 Consequently, whoever rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. 3 For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and you will be commended. 4 For the one in authority is God’s servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for rulers do not bear the sword for no reason. They are God’s servants, agents of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer.5 Therefore, it is necessary to submit to the authorities, not only because of possible punishment but also as a matter of conscience.
6 This is also why you pay taxes, for the authorities are God’s servants, who give their full time to governing. 7 Give to everyone what you owe them: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor. (Romans 13:1-6)

I will never know the inner workings of Rodrigo Duterte's mind. But in his Sona when he said, "I believe in the separation of the church and state, but there should be no separation between God and state", I think he was referring to the verses above. Senator Pacquiao quoted a little of this in his privilege speech about the Death Penalty. Anyway, the truth is that all of this is beyond me so I leave it to the Lord. But in my heart of hearts, I want for Duterte to find a way to disconnect himself from the salvage killings because I need the war in my head to stop.

Fill In the Blanks

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Sun, 14 Aug 2016 23:00:00 +0000

I'm a student again

back to school in gingham skirts,

two inches below the knee

rules that cuff me like a prisoner

without a bone

without a right

a test paper shoved in my face

demanding answers

that I don't know where to get

but I try to conquer with whatever

superficial ego I have left

I'm a student again

filling blanks on a piece of paper

shading boxes that mean nothing to me

but holes dug deep

a buzzing headache through bottomless pits

and sounds that cascade like storms

in a, once, summer day--no more

because the student failed

and the blanks remained unfilled

the echoes murmuring like spirals

of an unending pain

down the, now, empty corridors

I'm a student again, a student

my heart in anguish and in search of

cheat codes, shortcuts, clues

anything?

`cus I'm failing... falling... spiraling...

once again

Expecting the Unexpected: Our Silver in Rio2016

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Thu, 11 Aug 2016 23:00:00 +0000

Last August 8 the Philippines woke up with bright smiles despite the gloomy skies, because athelete Hidilyn Diaz scored the country its first Olympic medal in twenty years. The first in the long drought and a first in a long time, that isn't a boxing win.

Source: Philstar

The simple win may not be significant to other countries (especially to those who rake in medals) but it is celebrated because it was very fulfilling. A well-deserved win--from her perfectly colored #teampilinas nails, to her actual lift, the expression on her face and her winning stance. Everything about her lifts deserved praise. But in the midst of all the screaming and cheering, one thing that I noticed is her graciousness.

"Naramdaman ko and presence ni God kanina nung bumubuhat ako", said Hidilyn Diaz. " I expected to win the bronze going to this compettion, na-shock ako nung sinabi sa akin na-zero yung China." (Source: Inquirer.net)

("I felt God's presence while I was lifting", said Hidilyn Diaz. "I expected to win the bronze going to this competition and I was shocked when I was told that China scored zero")

Yesterday, her homecoming was met by 130 Philippine Air Force men. Air Woman 2nd Class Diaz deserves it all (even the many incentives that is tagged with the medal). But while her victory automatically merits applause, I want to highlight her humility and grace. First of all, her medal is the product of years of work, and she does not forget that. And when she thanked God for her magnificent lift, she shone even more.

Expecting the Unexpected

We should learn a little from Hidilyn. A little about perseverance because we all know that Rio is not her first Olympics and with that we should learn about hard work. We should realize that dreams may be set on the clouds but are brought into reality, with your own sweat and tears, here on Earth. That was just proven by this athlete and when asked if she will retire she quickly said that she misses the "barbel" and cannot wait to go back training. She vows to train her hardest, and to bring home the GOLD in the Tokyo Olympics. Can you see the heart there? I was telling my sister how much I admired her when she said she expected a bronze. She knew it--she knows her capacity, she knew she was going to win, and if she says she's going to do all she can to get the GOLD, I know she means it.

With every interview she's given, she has not failed to thank the Lord, and I admire her even more for that. It's like when Manny Pacquio never forgets to kneel on the ring, because no glory is deserved if not the for the Lord. Hidilyn is a good example and she gives everyone a good reminder of how simple it is to show gratitude. Her homecoming was well-anticipated, but she arrives, humble as ever, clad in her PAF GOA Blues and unkempt hair. For a moment there I remembered my dad who during his time was very strict with PAF women about their hair--it should be short or you have to tie your hair all the time. Anyway, I really hope that she becomes an inspiration to all, because she has been to me. In her presscon she dedicates her win to her mother, who is her biggest fan, and she calls on all other athletes to dream with her because it is POSSIBLE. To expect the unexpected, because losses can be wins--and bronzes can become silvers if God wills it.

Anyway, there are 10 more days left in the RIO Olympics and we have five more athletes with the chance for a medal. Let's continue to expect the unexpected.

#PokemonNO vs #PokemonGo

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Wed, 10 Aug 2016 23:00:00 +0000

Last Saturday, PokemonGo finally launched in the country. People had been waiting for it, since it was illegally released a month ago, but it's officially here, and people have gone crazy. It's so Pinoy too, to already have poke-humor going around, look at the nicknames they've given to the characters. Quite clever huh? Anyway, a month ago, this post was on my wall:

Last paragraph translates:

So I have a question, who among my friends that are my age, has downloaded Pokemon Go?

Years ago, I left London ahead of my family, to start Dentistry school. Because of this, I was not there when my sisters all got hooked on Pokemon. A year later, they all got home with their Gameboys and I couldn't relate. So when this Pokemon Go craze started to make noise, I still couldn't relate. My sisters were laughing at me and were saying it's because I'm old, so they felt sorry for me. But some of my friends in America started playing it and said it's quite fun. Anyway, I started hash-taging #PokemonNo to my sisters and friends--only to find out it's a legit hashtag. Try it now. Some of the posts are hilarious.

Last Saturday, the game finally launched in the country. The delay had everyone anticipating, including me, so in between patients I decided to download it. And during my final patient, as I was waiting for his cement to harden, I caught Charmander. Haha!

#PokemonOHNO!

Oh no! The funny thing too is that for a minute I thought that my phone is like that xBox accessory so I waved it to the "imaginary" location of the Charmander, like a wand. When I saw the illustration I laughed at myself and finally caught me my first Pokemon. My patient didn't even know what was happening. Anyway, when my patient left, I discovered that there are no other Pokemon in the clinic so I decided the game is boring. But on our way home, I gave my phone to my assistant and we caught about seven from Timog Avenue to Pasig. I even got a Hitmonlee while loading up on gas and I finally realized it is fun.

It feels stupid to do it walking around like a zombie, but it's fun in the car. So I think my playing will be limited to stationary public visits (i.e. dining) and car chases for now.

PokemonNO vs PokemonGo

Like most things there is a good and bad for everything. When I was still playing Clash of Clan (breaking news, I no longer am) it was good because I made great friends who even became my patients and the game really kept me occupied in a good way. But it was too demanding and for people who have no control, it proved to be really bad. The same goes with this game.

PokemonNO

It's disruptive. I've seen in the news that there was one politician who caught someone playing the game while he was giving a speech. That's very disrespectful and I can imagine this happening in the workplace or in classroom (anywhere really) so I hope you do not allow this to happen. Simply, you shouldn't allow it to disrupt your life--period. Do not let it take away your quality/personal time with family and friends, unless catching Pokemon is actually your means of bonding with them,
It's dangerous. This is dangerous if you are walking blindly (while stuck on the screen of your phone) and rather deadly if you are going to do it while driving. Only do it the driving thing if you have someone to play for you, but please do not Poke n Drive.
It's bad for mobile data and battery life. This is my biggest concern because I left the clinic at a 100% and got home with 20% left. That's about more than hour of use so say goodbye to your battery if you are going to start career out of this.
It takes control. Have you seen the zombie-like videos of people walking or running towards a location to a catch a Pokemon? I think it's silly and people should never allow themselves to be controlled like that.

PokemonGO

It's fun and easy. It's actually quite easy to play, but I haven't tried battling in gyms so I don't know. At the moment, I am not pressured to catch em all. My motto is to catch em when they come to me, conveniently. Haha. But anyway, it's quite simple and it can be played by kids and the kids at heart.
It's encourages exercise. I have heard a lot of stories about people finally walking significant distances just to catch Pokemon. It seems like nothing but if you used to live a sedentary lifestyle and you're suddenly walking about 5 to 10 kilometers per day, that is amazing progress. While you're at it, how about increasing your pace and turning a scavenging leisurely walk to a semi-run? My other friends says her sister take her little kid to Poke walk. He's out to catch em all and she's there to log STEPS so it's a win-win for the two of them and they get to bond too. Who knew a game can do this, right?
It encourages socialization. This is true for people of all ages. My friend said that when she and her husband are in the mall, everyone's helping each other out and people are making friends while catching Pokemon. For children with autism, I read that those who play PokemonGo are learning to interact with other players--and something like that is equivalent to a breakthrough--one that you cannot simply ignore as nonsense.
It's good for kids in the hospital. Apart from children with autism, many hospital personnel say that the game really helps children in the hospital by lifting their somber moods. It gives them something to do and encourages them to walk around, go around and be more "physical" so in this aspect, it is definitely a big GO.

To date, my Pokedex has a count of 18 Pokemon. Pardon me, I am advancing at such a slow pace, but I'm sure I'll eventually catch 'em all (even if it takes me forever). To the other trainers, good luck, stay safe and most of all ENJOY!

Visiting Balay Dako in Tagaytay

noreply@blogger.com (crickette inserto) — Sun, 07 Aug 2016 23:00:00 +0000

It's always nice to go on a road trip, even short ones. So for my mom's birthday, we all took a leave from work and spent her special day with her. Cool thing about her birthday, we created a Facebook Page and we invited friends and family to leave messages, photos and video greetings for her. The night before her day, we had dinner and coffee, and when we got home we unveiled the surprise. We sent her an invite to the group and when she saw it, she screamed: "158 members?" She was so ecstatic and she spent the whole night going through the posts.

Anyway for her actual birthday, we planned a road trip to Tagaytay and we went to Balay Dako. Oh the place was lovely. The view of Taal Lake is so nice and the staff, I'd have to give two thumbs up to the staff--but I'll do that later. Right now, I want to talk about the few things we tried on their menu.

Bulalo Na Baka

Php840

None of us are fans of "bulalo" but my Papa was. Every time we go to Tagaytay we go to his favorite place and he enjoys his lovely bowl (plus a take home). We ordered this because it was nice and cold and outside and we needed warm soup. We also ordered this because you cannot go to Tagaytay without "bulalo" and it was a good reminder of Papa. Fortunately, it was a very good. I told you, none of us are fans of "bulalo" but the soup is amazing and the meat is tender. None of us attacked the marrow, though, that was Papa's job, but I sure had bowl-upon-bowl of soup and perfectly crisp vegetables.

Crispy Pata

Php 680

This is my favorite of everything we ordered. I don't always look for crispy pata in a Filipino restaurant because I think it's all the same but this is absolutely different. It's probably the best crispy pata I've had and it's all because of the "pink" skin that you can see peeping shyly from my humble photo. This deep-fried pork shank is left to brine in salt, ginger, lemongrass and bay leaf overnight. This gives the meat deeper flavor and better texture, leaving it pink. Do not fret, though, the meat is perfectly cooked. The pink skin makes it perfect and I say you have to try it, to know what I mean.

Lechon Na Baboy

Php350 250 grams; Php 650 500 grams; Php1,200 1 kilo

Stuffed with lemongrass and tamarind leaves, this suckling pig (lechon) is very tasty. It may be a little salty for me, but it really depends on how your like your food to be, because my mom favors salt and she loved this. I liked it too, but would rather it wasn't as salty. Anyway I tried the sauce, but I like with better without because I didn't want to destroy the natural flavors of lemongrass and tamarind. It is tender and the meat melts in your mouth--then you have the skin, perfectly thin and crisp, you hear it break when you bite.

Ensaladang Mangga at Kamatis

Php 210

You can't go wrong with ensaladang mangga at kamatis and this is my sister's favorite, so whenever we go to a Filipino restaurant, this will definitely be on the list. Like my "laing" this is a staple. I like this because I don't think I've ever had ensaladang mangga at kamatis with mango cuts that are this big. The chunkiness make it more like you're eating green mangoes, rather than the "salad", so it's fun. Also, I am not a fan of fresh tomatoes except on Mexican food, so I like that this is not pre-mixed so you can pick out the mangoes and onions, only.

As you can see, we didn't order a lot, but we were surprisingly stuffed. We couldn't even finish the bowl of bulalo, so we had to take the rest home. We got a little disappointed when we ordered laing (my favorite) and chicken skin and we were told that it's not available though. That's two dishes on the menu, so that's quite bad. Anyway, it was still a very pleasurable visit. The view of Taal Lake was nice and it's funny because we tried to open up the windows to let the breeze in, but decided to shut it tight because we began freezing when the cold air decided to blow harder.

Anyway, since it was my mom's birthday, upon entry I asked the receptionist if they have a cake (or anything) for birthdays. She did not say NO but she said "Let me see what we can do." Later on, our waiter Macky came up to and said, "Just let me know when, I have the simple greeting ready. I'm sorry we don't have cake." And I thanked him with my warmest smile. At my signal, he came to our table and handed my mom this plate and greeted her. She was so surprised.

You see, it's a simple ice sculpture and with a Happy Birthday written on the plate. It's nothing lavish--in fact, it's inedible, but we all smiled when Macky brought it to the table with his warm greeting because the truth is they could have said "We don't have cake", but they didn't and that makes this extra special. When people go the extra mile, you feel really special. It was my mom's birthday and we've been trying to make her feel special so the added support from the staff was truly appreciated.

Anyway, right before we left there was a heavy downpour of rain outside so we got stranded. It gave us a chance to checkout their store (and we got jams and garlic peanuts). When the skies cleared, we all headed out, and started looking for a place to have coffee. Overall, it was a great visit.

Balay Dako
Tagaytay, Nasugbu Highway
Tagaytay, 4120 Cavite City
Open 7am - 9pm

I Told You I Wont Snapchat, I'm Not A Millenial

noreply@blogger.com (Crickette Inserto, DMD) — Thu, 04 Aug 2016 23:00:00 +0000

One day a friend who's of the same age as I, ranted to everyone and said, "I hate millennials. I hate how they feel so entitled..." And when I read it, I laughed because I knew for a fact that we are part of the bracket.

Millennials, whom we define as those ages 18-34 in 2015, now number 75.4 million, surpassing the 74.9 million Baby Boomers (ages 51-69). And Generation X (ages 35-50 in 2015) is projected to pass the Boomers in population by 2028. The Millennial generation continues to grow as young immigrants expand its ranks. Source: pewresearch.org

To be honest, I want to be classified as Generation X because I feel that my heart belongs to that group (I am disaffected and directionless--aka Lainie Pierce from Reality Bites) but we cannot mess with data. Anyway, when my friend said that, I wanted to tell her right away "We're actually millennials too", but I waited for someone else to say it (and I seconded it).

The thing about millennials is that they're too busy. Here's an example: they're on every messaging app and will surely be on Telegram (playing werewolves with their friends). At one point in my life I had access to BBM, iMessage, Whatsapp, Viber, WeChat and FB Messenger until I got truly exhausted and decided to pool in everyone else into two venues: Viber and FB Messenger (because it's kinda built-in). Maintaining all of those is just too exhausting, but my sisters are still happily jumping from one messaging app to another, like they're not even breaking sweat. I'm in awe. But that's the thing about them--young people have too much energy and when you're out in a bar, it is most evident because you see the energized individuals in packs. Most people my age are bordering "Titas of Manila" levels and while we still have stored up ATP (hope you remember your Biology), we would prefer the more laid back "nightout" with friends. Yung "chill" lang--and these nightouts end at midnight (or probably earlier).

Oh Yeah Snapchat

I almost forgot. Anyway, I think everyone is on Snapchat based on the "filters" I see on Instagram and Facebook. The filters are quite fun in a one-seating kind of usage.

1) I don't really need the filters. I remember playing with Snapchat with my cousins and it was real fun when they made me look like Iza Calzado and we turned our other cousin to Ogie Alcasid. That was hilarious. Filters are fun to try one time--on someone else's phone, but not on mine.

2) It seems redundant. Despite how interesting everything seems--creating another account for PHOTOS/VIDEOS is too redundant for me. "But it doesn't save," my sisters argued. "It will be gone after 24 hours and you cannot screencap because the app will tell you if someone does."

3) I can't handle it anymore. At one point, I guess, you say "enough is enough" and it's just going take up space on my phone and use up all my data.

Well, no means no--but HEY! Yesterday Instagram Stories launched and it's finally justified my reason to stay out of Snapchat and just leave all the fun to the true millennials. I say TRUE because I feel like a crossbreed between a Millennial and Generation X --- so I have no true persona. Meanwhile, I tried the new app and it's just fine. But I can see myself loading it up on videos and images when I'm at special event.

Anyway, what an engagement gift to Miranda Kerr huh?

P.S. I don't hate millennials okay? I'm a millennial and my sisters are all millennials. Therefore, I love millennials. I also do not hate Snapchat or Miranda Kerr or everyone who's on Telegram. This is just a blog post.

SONG IN MY HEAD: The Scientist

noreply@blogger.com (crickette inserto) — Sun, 31 Jul 2016 23:00:00 +0000

So Coldplay's coming over for a concert--now that's something I'd want to see. I've always liked Coldplay and Chris Martin. I love the poetry in his music and his voice--well, of course. Anyway, the song in my head for today is an old Coldplay song that I first encountered in "Wicker Park". Do you know that movie? It is about a guy and girl who falls in love by chance--and another girl who maneuvers their two worlds, to keep them apart. I became obsessed with that film when it came out (because of Josh Harrnett) and I was equally crazy about the soundtrack. I can't remember if this is the video that was playing backwards--check the video below, I think it is.

Anyway, 'The Scientist" is a fairly straightforward song about love, heartbreak and second chances.

The Scientist

Coldplay

Come up to meet you

Tell you I'm sorry

You don't know how lovely you are

I had to find you

Tell you I need you

Tell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets

And ask me your questions

Oh let's go back to the start

Running in circles; coming up tails

Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy

It's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing at numbers and figures

Pulling your puzzles apart

Questions of science; science and progress

Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me

Come back and haunt me

Oh and I rush to the start

Running in circles, chasing our tails

Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy

Oh it's such a shame for us to part

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be so hard

I'm going back to the start

Oh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

LIFE and LOVE are very complicated things. Everyday of our lives, we question our purpose and this song highlights this with the line, "I was just guessing at numbers and figures, pulling your puzzles apart", Further into the song, it prods, "Questions of Science, Science and progress. Did not speak loud as my heart". What big questions do you have about life and love? Many people go through their lives here on Earth not finding answers and sometimes it doesn't matter. But we labor for hours, solving puzzles in an effort to figure things out because you recall that your teacher in Science opened his class by saying: "Science is Life". And since Science exist to explain everything, we think we can find answers.

In this song, "the scientist" ventures into an investigation. And with the melody's sullen demeanor, you feel its defeatist attitude. "Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be so hard". It then goes on, "Tell me you love me, come back to haunt me". Finally the song continues with its play with words that's almost chant-like, repetitive and urging. It screams. "I'm going back to the start."

Yes. You know when you're trying to solve a puzzle or you're going through a mathematical equation, and you find yourself lost in the middle of clues and numbers? It's so frustrating when that happens, right? And in the middle of the chaos in your head, the only thing that makes sense is to get that piece of paper, tear it to pieces, crumple it to oblivion and chuck it towards the trash bin. You want to just start over because nothing makes sense on paper anymore--all the details are lost with all the scribbling. Life can be like this sometimes and we try to figure things out but when we can't, we just want to "Start all over again."

Unfortunately, there is no reset button--not to love and definitely not in life. Science is life and life is love--but no matter what, you'll find yourself "Running in circles, chasing tails... coming back as we are". That's reality, and it's sad.

Oh Chris Martin...

P.S. Just in case, I know that Biology is LIFE, okay?

Chung Mi Rae: A Hidden Korean Treasure

noreply@blogger.com (crickette inserto) — Thu, 28 Jul 2016 23:00:00 +0000

I was introduced to Korean food because once upon a time, and still on occasion, my sister loved (or still loves) all things Korean. She loved the music, reality shows, telenovelas, make-up and so forth. My first "authentic" Korean experience was interesting--later on, when I began tutoring Koreans I was able to embrace more of it.

Korean resto means FREE appetizers. We were a large group so we got lots.

I like Korean food and my sister and I are always on the lookout for great places, so this hidden treasure is welcome surprise. Walking distance from my clinic (yes, it was just there all this time), is a small Korean restaurant called, Chung Mi Rae. It is owned by a lovely and hardworking woman, who works as the lone chef. All day long she slaves behind large pots and pans, serving random guests and friends--and if you are lucky, at the end of the day, she comes out of her kitchen to offer you her warmest (albeit exhausted) smile and handshake.

Let me tell you about some of the dishes we tried...

Tokbokki

rice sticks in hot chili paste sauce, PHP 350

When I had this for the first time, I liked it right away. This a favorite between my sisters and I, but it's not always available in most restaurants. I was so delighted when I found it on the menu and I loved it because it was spicy, but not everyone on my table appreciated the sticky rice sticks. It is available with seafood, but we had it plain because I am allergic. By the way, sorry for the quality of this photo... it was the last dish that came out of the kitchen, and I was already busy eating. Hehe.

Jaban Godungo

salted mackerel fish, PHP400

To be honest, I am not really a fan of mackerel, but I tried it and it was just okay for me. It is a little dry for my liking, but the people I was with enjoyed it because it was tender.

Bulgogi

minced beef and vegetables, PHP340

This is a classic Korean dish and I really liked it. The beef was really tender and since we were served too much lettuce, towards the end of the meal was eating this wrapped in lettuce (a really good idea).

Hemul Pajun

pancake of seafood and leek, PHP330

This is a seafood pancake so I didn't get to try it. Everyone enjoyed it, though, because it was wiped out quite fast--so I think that's a good sign. But my friend compared it to the "oyster cake" and she said that she enjoyed it better than this one, so that's important for you to note.

Sotukong Samgyupsal

bacon roast with lettuce, PHP750

This is another classic Korean dish and I think you cannot go to a Korean restaurant without ordering this. The meat if grilled (on the side) and it is served with lettuce, garlic and sauces. I like it because it is always fun when you have to "dirty" your hands to eat it. You can also wrap the meat with kimchi or any of the appetizers (like fish cake) that you still have around---and make sure to season it with enough sauce, so that it oozes out of your lettuce wrap and trickles down your hands. Hahaha. Just kidding. I actually panic when that's about to happen to my lettuce wrap, so I hurry and put it all into my mouth.

Yangnum Chicken

fried chicken with special sauce, PHP600

This is a table favorite. A little tip: this takes more than 30 minutes to cook, so you may want to call ahead if you are in hurry or you can make sure to order it right away as soon as you get in. Do not worry, the wait is definitely worth it because it is so good. The chicken skin is perfectly crispy, but the meat is tender and tasty, to the bone. The sauce is spicy and very good, but you may need rice if you do not like your food to "hot".

I visited Chung Mi Rae with my d-group. A large (and perpetually hungry) group, we definitely over-ordered and came home heavily stuffed. I have, yet, to take my sisters here. I keep telling them to make time and I know we will, eventually. But til then, I urge you to pay the place a visit (and maybe walk a few buildings to visit me)--you can invite me too, your treat! Haha!

Like the appetizers, these vanilla ice cream pockets, are complimentary

Chung Mi Rae
Sct Tuazon cor Timog Avenue,
So Triangle, Quezon City
(02) 3727200 . (02) 4115392
Open daily from 11 am - 11 pm

Everybody Lies

noreply@blogger.com (crickette inserto) — Sun, 24 Jul 2016 23:00:00 +0000

Dr House always say, "Everybody lies" when he talks about patients. In a medical forum I am a part of, we were just talking about this and we've all had experience with patients who've lied to us, whether it is about the true history of their condition, an activity they've engaged in, medication they took and so forth. Patients are naturally frightened or embarrassed of the truth, so they lie and withhold information from doctors, but there are some lies that still get uncovered. And sometimes, it's already obvious that you've caught them in a lie, but they will still commit to it--might as well, right, they've already gotten that far.

Anyway, one time I had a patient come in for a simple mouth exam and I asked, "When was your last visit to the dentist?" He answered, "A few weeks ago." I continued with my questioning, "What treatment did you receive?" And he proudly answered, "I had some fillings done." So I applauded that, "Very good." By that time I asked him to open his mouth so I could record the current state of his oral cavity. I turned the light on, I put my mouth mirror out and began noting dental caries, when I noticed that I am not seeing any filling at all in any of his teeth. As a matter of fact, all I see are dental caries (cavities). I looked at him, my eyebrows raised and I wanted to scream, "You liar!!!" But I just let it go. I got a face mirror, pointed out all the teeth that needed fillings (almost all) and sent him away.

Everybody lies. Dr House insists that all people do, so you have to keep a watchful eye on things. As a doctor, you have to be some kind of detective--ask the right questions and look at the right place of clues. This, of course, is not limited to the clinic/hospital setting. In the general sense, it often helps to be a little cautious because there are some people who lie incessantly. They are masters of their craft. They're like salesmen on crack and they do not care if they have to sell you sh*t, because it's the personal gain that they're after.

Dealing with Liars

I had a friend who just traveled to London for work and she got robbed by two people who were pretending (lying) to be cops. Fully committed to the lie, they even had the whole cop uniform, and seeing my friend as an obvious tourist, they pretended to carryout a random check of stuff (including her passport). Totally clueless, she later on discovered that she was 400 GBP short of loose cash. Big time liars!

There are different kinds of liars in the world. There are liars like Pinocchio who cannot lie for their own sake because their noses give them away. There are pathological liars who cannot help it (because it's part of their system) and they show no morsel of remorse, so it's best to stay away from them because they cannot be trusted. And then there's the worst kind of liars--scariest ones--the ones who pretend to be GOOD.

I've dealt with a lot of liars all my life. Men who lie. Women who lie. Children who lie. Parents who lie. Patients who lie. All kinds of them. I lie too, c'mon, so I won't judge. We all lie--and I am not saying it's okay to do so, but what I want you to understand is that it happens and while it would be nice to have some kind of force field that automatically identifies and wards off liars, there isn't one so you have to deal with every one of them. If they hurt you in the process, just pick yourself up and ready yourself for more, because they are aplenty.

Lessons learned: Everybody lies. Liars aplenty. Beware.

The Stranger

noreply@blogger.com (crickette inserto) — Tue, 19 Jul 2016 23:00:00 +0000

I chanced upon a stranger

in a dark alley

in a place unknown

He whispered my name

I looked at him,

and he smiled...

warm yet unfamiliar

So I grew closer

breaking the gap

until he was a stranger no more

until the proximity

made it seem as though

I knew him completely

But the truth is,

I don't