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Sunday, April 12, 2009

cooking with..... ME???

haha since when did i learn such art??!

today's easter sunday and while the rest of the world is either in a church saying their prayers or somewhere else easter egg hunting before eating lunch with their loved ones/family/friends, i am alone at the apartment.

although i am still trying to figure out whether or not the solitary life suits me, i decided to make my "thinking time" a little useful in my tiny kitchen. so far, ive already nailed 5-6 filipino favorites excluding eggies, fried sausages and other breakfast instants. not bad for a brat like me, eh?

boyfriend and me have been arguing almost about everything hence the new nickname he christened me with: LITTLE SNAPPER. i like! suits the struggling chef in me. haha.

HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!! and remember, its about the resurrection of Jesus and not the painted eggs or jumping bunnies. (:

Bone painted the world at 11:30 AM
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Wednesday, April 01, 2009

although i cant see myself in a workplace where i am just sitting waiting , i cannot see myself in a place where respect is nonexistent either.

its bull when patients are not appreciative of the things you do or when they or their families treat you like slaves. i dont get how some people are able to walk to the stations demanding to get their pain shots an hour before its due but push the call light button for their nurses to throw away their empty carton of milk on the trash can or to straighten their blankets.

its bull when people set their phone alarms every 3-4 hours just so they could get their shot of narcs round the clock when its supposed to be q 4 hours PRN. and when you say its not due yet, they present an argument stating that "Baby, pain is not about time." but its funny how the pain kicks in exactly every 3 hours if the doctor orders for pain shot q 3 hours PRN. and isnt it ironic when theyre able to run around the halls and say the pain level is 10/10. but pain is subjective so who are we to judge, right? bs.

its bull when a coworker has a title that supposed to mean she has more experience or that she knows more than you do and yet he or she bullies the rookies instead of mentoring them.

its bull when a rule applies to everyone but you, right?

its bull when youre supposed to be loving your job but everyone and everything just seem to contradict all the reasons youve found why you chose to be on this profession and vocation.

its bull when your job makes you feel youre not in the right place.

its bull when it no longer makes you happy.

it is bull more so if you do not have the option to walk away....

Bone painted the world at 7:39 AM
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