a Buds life

I met Jaypee in college in since we played in a marching
band in school. Since im the daughter of a band director so that’s how we
practically met. Our love story is enveloped by music and ofcourse, love. I played the clarinet and he played trombone. It was
even what we call in tagalog “suntok sa bwan”.

One of the things which I really remember
was when we were together. It was December and we had our Christmas Party. I don’t
know what struck  him… but he approached me while I was in a duyan under our
mango tree. He had a couple of beers already but he wasn’t drunk. We started to talk about everything… I felt like
the people around me cease to exist and it our moment… our first moment.

We
talked till wee hours of morning..Then we remembered it is was the first day of Simbang Gabi. We
walked  and talked together until we
reached the chapel together with friends…but I’m so glad they left us alone..

finally..he noticed me! He is talking to me…although he had some beers..

i don’t
care..he’s with me right here.. right now..

We
seated away from our other friends. I was thanking my lucky stars. How
beautiful the world is..

how time stops.. .

it is as if I can feel like im in
heaven.

Then the mass started… during the homily, I was surprised that some of
his weight went on to me… I realized that he fell asleep in my arm… I wasn’t sure
on what to do.. I thought he was joking!

  I tried to nudge him, then shake
him a little bit but he was so peacefully asleep. Then all of the people started
to rise. I called his name, shook him again and there he was awake, disoriented
on where he is. I told him…

”Are you okay? Let’s stand..” and we stood there.

We
smiled and try to act as if nothing happened.

After
the mass, we started walking back to the house…our friends started to tease us
and we were laughing as we recall that incident. He even told me that he’s glad
he didn’t shouted at me since I woke hi up ‘coz he totally forgot that he fell
asleep in the chapel.

Now
everytime we pass by that chapel, every December, every Simbang Gabi, we will
always remember our first moment…together.

Addendum:

now i am sharing a part of us to try our luck. we are planning to have our wedding this august and i hope this may be a good surprise for him.thank you for reading a part of us.

This is my subject… at first i said..ok..this is easy

well, its not as easy as i thought it was..

but i get to learn from it. i understand my body better..how it functions… the diseases and illness related to it. its kinda weird being able to teach and learning at the same time. the beauty of learning and loving…a cycle..an exchange of ideas, of emotions without expecting anything in return.

the beauty of teaching.

what im most happy about is that im back to my orientation in english. i get the chance or the excuse to use it everyday.

To be or not to be a NURSE. That is the question.

What do you want to be when you grown up?
…I want to be a nurse someday..
i can still recall me wearing that skirt and messy blouse with my disheveled hair.. how you feel like being young again.

i am one of those people who really wanted to be a nurse.. it is because of our school nurse who gathers us up every noon time. shes plump and motherly…we usually follow her at the school clinic, and there we sat down, crowded as usual, talking about jesus and prayers. i wondered at that time, whats with nurses and jesus?

now i know why.

As i had hoped and dreamed for…i became a nurse. I am a nurse. I am proud to be one. But there are some people who are taking advantage of it..some are decoys to ruin our image…but i know that these so-called napilitan nurses…at some point will fell in love with this profession.

Isnt it great? to have a job as a nurse, doing your corporal and spiritual works, serving not only the poor but also mankind, treating the sick and the sick-kuno and the unsick.

but what happens if the nurse wants to be somebody else? i always loved reporting and creating ideas. i came to a point wherein advertising and computer works are alluring. i wanted the design, the ideas, colors, psychology behind advertising..but, i am a nurse.

i have the opportunity to work at the hospital. its mostly thorns rather than a bed of roses. but i love my station, my supervisor and head nurses, my mentors, my colleagues, and most importantly, my patients. i have felt their gratitude, i felt the professional growth in dealing with different people at different walks of life.its not that i help in their recovery, they also help in mine. but i have to give it up.maybe theres more to it than this.

some people may not go through the paths i take, by jumping in and out of a profession to the other. from hospital to the review rooms, back to the hospital and then to the review, then guess what? to the classroom. i am a teacher… me a teacher?? whew..weve done that during our college years but imagine me being in a class.alone. without your teacher, your ci. just u and the students.

im beginning to love being this weird, unconventional teacher. i do things a usual teacher wouldnt do. i am trying my experiment if i can make a change in my students lives..

even i keep changing and skipping my profession, i appreciate it.it wasnt easy for me but i get to experience a lot of things.
    i asked my friend, maam Jen, maam, why do nurses have to be nurses only at the hospital…a stereotyped nurse…or a clinical instructor..and thats it,, why cant people grasp that there are a lot of gray areas in  nursing..in reviews, as teachers, even in other professions too..
    she just said, beol, without those who teach in school, or do the review, can we have these future nurses?
i am confused, i am lost, but i guess..we have to keep on going. regardless of where we are, in a hospital, in an institution, in our homes, we are nurses through and through.
we treat the sick and the unsick. and i am sure..maybe with this new-found profession, i can make a difference in our future nurses.