Sunday, September 22, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
When Am I Going To Make A Living
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this is one photo that sometimes annoy me but oftentimes tears me up inside |
Actually I was just injecting the meaning of purpose into the class. We were discussing nursing care management 101. It is just customary for me to incorporate life values whenever I lecture. So it gave me a jolt when, after the class as I adjourned, block one applauded. I didn’t know if it was sarcasm or bravado for my sermon-like insertion of a Christian value. Unsatisfied, I discreetly asked my senior co-c.i.s what was all that clapping about…and they gave me a wise smile and thumbs-up sign: “You did well for today, child”. That was all I needed to go home with great joy into my heart. Another day to share a value.
I’m living out my purpose one day at a time.
Before going to my classes this Saturday morning, I made it a point to post currently relevant opinions about Pinas’ ongoing issues…the unbridled corruption and PDAF. I speak for my fellowmen. I say we have a large number of bums on the streets perhaps because it is a product of a misdeed. I like the message in Sade’s song, read on below:
When Am I Going To Make A Living Lyrics
- Sade
When am I gonna make a living?
It's gonna take a while before I give in
See the people fussing and thieving
While the sharks are wheeling and dealing
Gotta look up and tell yourself, there's no end to what you can do
They'll waste your body and soul if you allow them to
This is time to start believing in yourself
Put the blame on no-one else
*
Haven't I told you before
we’re hungry for a life we can't afford?
There's no end to what you can do
If you give yourself a chance to prove
We're hungry but we won't give in
Hungry but we won't give in
*repeated in multitude
I'm sick and tired of scratching a living
I am hungry but I'm not gonna give in, no
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
TO EACH ITS OWN: MY FAVORITE FOODS IN EACH RESTAURANT….
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tasty soul-filling agedashi tofu of Delica |
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Wacky's Republic where I go gaga with the sizzling bulalo |

As I pine for beef stroganoff and pili basil pasta, I run to Small Talk Café. When I yearn for a fat succulent prawn sitting atop herb-rich pasta, nothing beats Balay Cenauna. If I hunger after futo maki, miso soup and agedashi tofu I’d hang out at Delica in old Albay district.


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interior of chic Cafe Cubana |
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La Mia Tazza coffee |

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Sibid sibid resto....love that native feel! |

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Manhattan resort in Sto. Domingo |
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it's in Naga! |

IN ANTICIPATION…
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hawker haven in Singapore |
There’s no ala-SR-Thai yet here.
Loving Thai food? You might want to open one. Singapore is a hub for
hawker-style food. You may think of making a haven for gourmet street foods
here. Go ahead; you’re most anticipated! Lobster house, oyster shack ala New
Orleans, Mussels and clams baked, grilled, sautéed, or fried? We gourmands
yearn for it. You might want to consider!


When I took my US nursing
licensure exam in Guam and Saipan, I was served the most exquisite macadamia
nut-crusted sole fillet atop herbed rice. It was extremely delicious I shouted ‘Hafa
Adai’ like a true Chamorro! As I was about to work as a registered nurse in
Austin, the capital city of Texas, USA I anticipated Tex-Mex fare like Fajitas, Chile verde con carne, tamales, chicken fried
steaks, grilled vegetables and pecan pies. I was to bring hubby
with me that very 2001 with our immigrant status but fate changed its course. We
ended up building our family in our native Albay.



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