’s incapacitation last year. It was eventually passed on to our son Aya and his partner Tessa, both of whom occasionally take PWD privileges.
Sometime in 2014, the onset of an ailment had Gilda looking forward to advancing her own wake, so she could attend it. On texting mode with her, she intimated that she also wanted to be able to finish her speech as Gawad Dangal ng Lahi recipient at the Palanca Awards that year. Which she did, and delivered it, too, while in her wheelchair onstage.
I suppose I enjoyed an extra affinity with her, as her husband Tito Elo was the best friend of my dad-in-law Mac Macaraig. And I also got to know her and Tito Elo’s kids Bey (bless his soul), Mol, Arcus and Wendy. For some time, I envied the compliment she paid BenCab for being the best hugger among her artist-friends. Well, he was lean, lanky, and uninhibited. But she often made up for it by repeatedly telling me that I had raised my own kids well.
One time some months back, when Mol hosted our DGF food writing contest group for dinner and single malt whisky, we — Felice Sta. Maria, Karina Bolasco, Maya Besa — felt a pang that we couldn’t drop in on Gilda next door.
I took to dropping off specialties, when in the area, like ube pandesal with cheese from Eliz Patisserie of Nanka Japanese Steakhouse near the Fernandos’ Panay Avenue compound. It would be received by Gilda’s 45-year-long alalay Benni Udhay, who’d say that she was resting.
An hour later, the sad word came from Mol. And the farewells and loving tributes haven’t stopped.
UNITED NATIONS — The tip priority for Mali’s intervening time authorities wants to be holding free and elegant elections by the dwell of the 18-month transition period following final August’s militia coup that overthrew President Ibrahim Boubacar Keita, the U.S. ambassador on the United Nations acknowledged Tuesday.
Mali has been in turmoil since a 2012 revolt brought on mutinous squaddies to overthrow the president of a decade. The energy vacuum that became created in the break led to an Islamic insurgency and a French-led battle that ousted the jihadists from energy in 2013. A peace settlement became signed in 2015 by three occasions — the authorities, a coalition of groups who sight autonomy in northern Mali, and a professional-authorities militia.
Nonetheless insurgents dwell packed with life in the region and the West African nation is beneath possibility from a amount of extremist groups affiliated with al-Qaida and the Islamic Tell organization. The extremists derive moved from the arid north to extra populated central Mali since 2015, stoking animosity and violence between ethnic groups in the region.
Many council ambassadors welcomed the predominant-ever conferences of the committee monitoring the peace settlement in northern and southern Mali as a truly out of the ordinary step to advancing the accord’s implementation.
U.N. peacekeeping chief Jean-Pierre Lacroix acknowledged the attack on a peacekeeping rotten in northern Mali’s Kidal region final week that killed four peacekeepers and wounded no decrease than 34 became a reminder of the challenges going thru the country and the broader Sahel region.
Lacroix acknowledged the combat furthermore illustrated the bravery and backbone of the Chadian peacekeepers, whose “plucky protection” inflicted serious casualties among the many attackers. On the least 23 attackers had been reported killed.
Seven months into the transition, he acknowledged, Malian authorities “derive kick-began the functioning of the predominant institutions of the transition” and started implementing their reform agenda.
“It is predominant that the tempo of these reforms be urgently accelerated whereas guaranteeing that the most effective amount of actors be half of the project,” Lacroix acknowledged.
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Alexandra Robbins creates sympathetic, engaging characters while diving deep into their world of controlled chaos -- the hazing ('nurses eat their young'); sex (not exactly like on TV, but it happens more often than you think); painkiller and addiction (disproportionately a problem among the best and brightest); and bullying (by doctors, patients, and others). The result is a riveting story possessing all the twists and turns of a brilliantly told narrative -- and a shocking, unvarnished examination of our health care system.
Got this book because I was curious. What could someone have to say about nursing that was sooo long? Cannot believe some of what I heard. Not really remarkable things about weird patients, but more so of the lack of respect and compensation for what I view as being a very good job fraught with all kinds of responsibilities.  Am ashamed that I ever even had those thoughts. Fortunately, the book set me straight. And lucky for me, a mom at a dinner for one of my kid's activities happened to tell a group that she was a nurse. I immediately thanked her, told her about the book, and thanked her again for all that she does. Was totally worth it! She was beaming! I will now make it a practice to thank nurses and buy them coffee whenever they are in line at a coffee shop just like I do for policemen and firemen. You are all angels!
This book is spot on! I I love being a nurse but it can be very difficult most of the time. I wish all management would read it.
I have been a nurse for 24 years. This book was so accurate I felt like I could have written it. I love being a nurse but it's also one of the hardest jobs I think you could ever get. But I don't want to do anything else.
Intended for new employees, this video explains sexual harassment from all points of view and what an employee's rights and responsibilities are in this little-understood, touchy subject.
Program 3 of the Patterns Series, is a brief introduction to the issue of sexual harassment prevention.
Use this as part of a new-employee orientation program or as a refresher for seasoned staff and managers. This module describes what sexual harassment is, how it is damaging to the person being harassed, the harasser, the workgroup and the organization. Also covered are what an employee's rights are and their responsibilities when harassment occurs.
This [used to be a feature](https://youtu.be/EoiuYbhepMM?t=36) with the BTR in A7. It was "temporarily" disabled in [A9](https://joinsquad.com/2017/03/19/alpha-9/) for a "new experimental version" to come in the future.

&gt; Temporarily disabled the open/close driver hatch functionality on the BTR-80. The feature will return soon! New experimental version of closed hatch available on the MTLB series of vehicles.

I'd love to see its return someday, especially with that new [LPPV that has two LMG gunner seats](https://joinsquad.com/wp-content/uploads/LPPV.gif), it'd be nice if the gunner could tuck down inside and close the hatch.The embers of memory smolder but no longer flare. I hold her in stolen moments of dreams, my mind altered, untethered from the ravages of melancholy and age. Her lips burn brightly, glowing with sadness as I rage behind sunken eyelids.
Those who consider me misanthropic fail to understand that I detest the commonplace in mankind. I scoff at its inhabitants who find me peculiar.  They know not the sensations of living in the ethers where contentment secretly dwells. I keep a keen eye fixed in the hour of the wolf when time is no longer calculated by chiming clocks, but in uneven footsteps—treading lush gardens of exotic scents and sounds, flavors and visions, where all is possible.
One evening, unable to resist the addictions of my muse, I entered a café during the hours when simple men wear the sleeping caps of the dead. I took a seat at the back of the room and opened a tome of Baudelaire. I had just stepped inside a poem when my waitress appeared, perfectly proportioned, her hair combed back revealing high cheekbones and full red lips—much like the classical women of yore. She introduced herself as Madeline.
“I am not that of which you speak,” I replied.
“How unfortunate,” I said, pretending to wipe away a tear.
She raised a finger, suspending her reply, then left and returned with two braided cakes glazed in unidentifiable sweetness. She gestured to an idle waiter, who reluctantly brought us porcelain cups, flatware, and a pot of espresso.
“You bestow upon this pastry the greatness of myth,” I said, eager to taste those sweet mysteries.
She tilted her head as if angling for a kiss. Her hair lightly brushed my face, its scent the leafy dew of autumnal nights.
I slipped into utter subservience, a state where one no longer suffers the angst of destiny.
She neither blushed nor took offense. “Let the labyrinth decide,” she said. We lowered our heads as if in prayer and plunged ourselves back into the euphoria of the twisted