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i transferred a patient to a higher center at 2 am last night..... my third.  it makes me question my ability to manage a difficult case with nothing.....or almost nothing.  i'm willing to try it, but must not let pride get in the way of better judgement. when its time, its time.....

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success!!!!

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after dinner with friends.

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this was breakfast, a few days back. i have nothing to say. i dont know how to color the world coz i dont know the colors. inspiration, is what i need.

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my new trick. aren't i the cutest?

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I'm so happy with how they turned out! after all the hard work..... it really pays off. :)

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haven't been here a while nothing to talk about maybe nothings happening or its happening but nothing happened to me.

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kids are amazing. they're good as new after an illness. :)

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they say little children makes old blood new again.i suppose so.....:)

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Image via WikipediaWay back when, I would stand under the Oblation in UP Diliman and shed a few tears. It was always my dream to study there. Now, looking back, I find that I was being quite dramatic. The vivid image of myself as a college student has degenerated to a few images with very few pixels. A decade ago, I visited the campus every time I was up north. The moments under the Oble’s

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I finished reading this today. My thoughts? Well, when heaven and hell are juxtaposed, at the end of the day which road you chose really matters. Free will. The beauty and bane of our human existence. It took long to finish this book. Too long. Unlike the other works by the same author, I had to exert effort to turn page after page. when I reached the point, then there was a sudden denouement.

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1. her perfect, wide, gummy smile when she sees me or her daddy when she wakes up in the morning.2. baby drool. and the way she salivates when she sees her teether,3. fixes her eyes on it, grabs it and puts it in her mouth.4. Her baby smell, mixed with milk.5. cute little fingers and toes.6. small baby shrieks of laughter.7. the way she makes a beeline for her bottle.8. sleeping on her daddy's

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My brain is still on leave. Eight days of being away from the grind is enough to make me rusty. Its empty, my consciousness is empty. Maybe something is whirring back there...........um..............see..?tabula rasa.to compensate, let me share the thought of the day:Daffodils a poem by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I

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i want to plant a herb garden.i need basil, parsely, rosemary, thyme, sili labuyo, and kalamansi. there's oregano in the other house.i need to make next week's menu. here the the no brainer things i'm thinking about.Pineapple glazed chickenSauté chicken thighs and wings with seasoning until browned for about 15 minutes.Cook in oven for 20 mins.Pour 2 cups pineapple juice into the pan used to

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As I sit here, waiting for my muse to speak, I realize that I don’t even know if I have one. Maybe I just need to vent. Maybe I just need to get oiled and running. Nothing phenomenal happened today. I have nothing in particular to rant about. Today’s events have been smooth. But here I am, sitting on the lower bunk of the ICU’s quarters, typing away. As I sit, I wonder if the patients outside

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Fist she regards with her big doe-eyes. A head-on stare. You can almost see the wheels of her developing brain turn. Then a big smile unfolds. It blooms into a grin from ear to ear. She smiles with her whole body. She wiggles her shoulders and tummy in mirth. A small, incoherent sound is heard. To my ears it’s a hearty laugh. Her eyes sparkle with the happiness that only babies know. The

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How long have I been procastinating? A year? more? The intention was always to document the daily dramas of my life so I can recollect on somethin when the time comes. Nah. I made that last sentence up. Hmmmm.... i'm gonna stop using capital letters now.....i shouldnt. One of the objectives is to remind myself that the English language doesn't include vernacular. In this world of multiplicity it

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