Monthly Archives: September 2012

On Random strangers


So I was the usual me this afternoon! 🙂 felt like a teenager once more ( given I’ll be saying goodbye to the ‘-teen’ attached to my age).

I felt the craving for a cup of coffee. in my world, nothing is coffee that’s not Starbucks. I would go as far as saying that I don’t drink coffee if it doesn’t have my name on it’s cup or if it doesn’t have a green straw. swear! I’m not after the taste of their coffee or any of their drinks. as a matter of act, I find their coffee bland. I ordered the usual venti Signature Hot Chocolate.Yep, that’s it! I am after the familiarity their drinks offer me. Bad days make me feel gloomy. today was a bad day because of the  bad weather we had, and the bad deed of being academically unproductive.

I brought Ate Joy with me. Like me, she was looking for an excuse not to study. (HELLO, toxic CI and MedPaper!) It was already raining hard before we even went halfway Robinsons Manila. It’s a good thing I borrowed that umbrella, or else we’d both have been wet. We bought groceries first because I was just being cautious. I wanted to drink choco at the dorm, not the mall.

We arrived at Starbucks where a rather short line was awaiting me. Because I can be such bully, Ate Joy (the friend from the dorm, student-worker at the dorm who looks nothing like a student-worker) did not want to wait in line with me. As a consequence, I told her to bring with her the plastic bags containing our bought goods. :)) I even called her ‘Yaya’, my term of endearment for her. 🙂 she did, and I was left alone.

I couldn’t help but notice the teenage boy and girl in front of me. they were laughing. I’m not sure if they were a couple or just the best of friends. I’m sure they weren’t from my school.  It’s easy to tell: they looked rich didn’t seem like they give a damn on other people.

They were having a good time that they didn’t notice that the other counter was ready for them. They were good-looking from behind. I think they were ‘dating’ because their gestures show so: the girl was outside the line but in such a way that she was still right cross him. The guy was difficult to read. He seemed happy but I could tell that he was looking at our reflections from the mirror at the bar. I felt flattered because it’s been a long time since a guy has done that to me… or IDK.

Their attention was being called for the third time when the lady came to her senses and realized that they were too busy talking. She signalled to me, and I motioned for the counter. Suddenly, the guy (in dark blue jacket a hoodie) turned around. He looked partly Chinese. The way he stared was different. His eyes had a smile on them. And because there was a different twinkle, I forgot  what I had to say. ” Ah.. Ah..Available na po,” was all that came out of my stunned mouth, pointing  at the other counter. I forgot that her girlfriend/ female best friend was staring at us. I get the point where they did not have to say thank you. I get the point why they didn’t let me go first. what I didn’t get was why I stuttered.

After ordering, I had to wait for the cup at the far end of the counter, where the couple of teenagers were!. I felt so cool because I had on my Universal Studios Florida sweater, and my pink iPod Nano. Call me crazy then. i couldn’t hear a word the kids were saying, but I was endorsing being a Barista to Yaya. Seconds later, the female half of the couple was beside me, and I tried to gaze somewhere else. I didn’t want to see her face, simply because I didn’t want to judge her. If anything, I wanted to see the guy’s face because the smile I saw on his face was peculiar. The fact that they were not together waiting for their orders made me think that they were just friends. But I know I was wrong when the guy’s name Miguel was called, and he was holding his and his girlfriend’s drinks.

Finding out that they were dating wasn’t upsetting though. I was actually happy for them, and for me. I was happy they found each other. I was happy I felt like a teenager once more.


Because Mentoring Just Got a New Meaning


I’m not sure pero feeling ko galit na galit ako sa mga professors ko sa UP. Maliit lang ang college namin so you really get to see the awful lot in so many instances. I had this one clinical instructor  who would text the rest of the faculty if and when one of the students commit an act of Katangahan. I think I just lost my respect for them. They were supposed to be advocates of privacy and confidentiality, but this is just a classic case of not practicing what you are preaching. I know that these people are intelligent and what, but I also know that some of them have low EQ. There is no holding back to this rant, so if you do know me, let me know what you think.

My point is that it is unfair. It is unfair that we students get to be graded, and judged. Why can’t we just be graded? I see the point of endorsements and whatnot, but I don’t get why you teachers have to laugh at our mistakes. May I just point out that you are also learning from us the way we are learning from you? I also hope that you see the point wherein the faculty is outnumbered by the students such that if you bad-mouth us there will always be the possibility that we have already done such disrespect to you. If you demand that we commit less to nil mistakes, then we have nothing for you but attempts of doing so. But we also demand one thing: RESPECT. That way we can really see the nurse in you.

I do not know how many times I have been the center of those text messages, I am just sure that I was there. It doesn’t matter now because we have just lost role models. One day, I might not be the better nurse, but I will certainly be the person with better manners.