the game of thrones....

Sitting in the throne is no fun especially if you have your

days scheduled ahead of you. I was supposed to be making money the past days but I was stuck in what they called "jury duty". I have this scribbled yesterday but was caught up mending my colds so hear me out---

The sight in the cafeteria of the Courts is exhilarating. But all you hear are busy bees buzzing around camouflaged in human faces of all walks of life. I tried to sneak in a vacant spot, adeptly sank in, blending to a now harrowing swarm of bees. But the buzzing is deafening, I tried to look at their masks----one dressed in red had exactly the same number I am wearing, also I cannot help ogling at the bee in front of me with a blue tinged hair. Darn! How she carries her head without hesitation? I am always known as the non-conforming red/violet haired fairy but hers is oddly different, should I try that?

I caught a glimpse of another bee behind me looking intently at my orts. Hey! this is me--- a patient advocate...I eat what I preach! Most of the white bees are eating bananas or holding one, nahh bad for the case I am hearing now LOL!

Back in my throne, the game was not played well. The battle ground is already uneven before the game, you can see how the earth will eat you. It's a sinkhole. I was a spectator of how the system ate its people, despite the fact that I have one coin at hand to wager. I gave in my throne. It's like David and Goliath. Goliath is fancy and David is always small!

I just wanted to end the games, just like a film director calling it a wrap! I just wanted to curl up and disappear!

I just wanted to curl up in my bed.... I have a nagging headache. But hey! it's a wrap now...I needed to get up and work. Thank you for hearing me out. As promised, I will feature the Extraordinary Individuals tomorrow.

To Michele, for seeing me in an indistinctive manner--- I hate your third eye!

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behind that closed door....

When you have a competent desk Executive Assistant you’re sure to end up with a glory day! Liz is efficient. Ask her to do anything and she will do it in an instant, well, of course sometimes she forgets especially when her laughing buddy is beside her! She works quietly. You won’t even notice her leave the building unless she says her goodbyes! Ahh like her FA! LOL! Sneaky. She is behind this closed door. This door used to be wide open years ago, and it just changed recently, for some stupid reason. Anyhow, open or closed door you can still hear her giggling or I can still disturb her with just a press of “transfer 10” in the phone in from my Station. She is the “MAN” (as Paul often says) when it comes to translating for my Hispanic patients. I always ridicule her for getting a more paying job as translator, @#$% some people who knew how to use the language line are just too lazy they would always call her to translate. Geez. I am one of them. As she passed by my Stat...

Sunday's child...

I may not have a fair face, but I am a Sunday child. Forty-something years ago, on a wee hours of a Sunday, my mother had a 10-pounder. I was born from an unfortunate situation of my parents who were in dire need to uproot themselves from the very place they called home since their childhood. Most of my siblings were born and grew up in the same hometown. So growing up in a very different environ caused havoc to some of my older siblings --- who are unable to see the tin line between leaving and living. On the other hand, I did not realize the difference between us and them (my older siblings) even they kept teasing me and the other two younger siblings "Moros". I remembered how I was schooled by my older siblings about the sun, the moon, the stars...and why the sky is way up high. I've learned how greed can cause you hunger and misery from the story of the monkey and the turtle . I even learned the eye-flipping story of the pin...

heads or tails...

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and so it goes...

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