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Nurses' Day

The bun of her hair was immaculately done. She put thru her spotless and freshly pressed white uniform. And she picked up her nursing kit and dashed her way out to the waiting taxi.That was some years ago. I don't know if she is to be the last to take nursing from us first degree cousins. Nursing was a boom around late 90's and graduating high schoolers was putting Bachelor of Science as first priority. Because of its demand, universities and colleges required a high aptitude or entrance exam result. Well, she has the lucky structure of a cerebrum, yes, so she got on it and became another Nightingale.

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World Teacher's Day

   For today’s sake of celebrating teachers, let me get down my memory lane circa 1994.  Ms. Florida Dao-ines was my grade 1 teacher in the then Kayan Community School. I thanked that I was bit of a reader so I was spared from her famed stick. Of course, my hearing wasn’t excused of her voice harping on the day’s if not yesterday’s lesson. Oh, I could see her small figure with her short curly hairdo passing by my grandparents’ place because she used to visit her brother on the next house. Ms. Dao-ines taught us room maintenance the organic way— scrub off graffiti on wooden desks with sandpaper tree leaves, sweep off dirt, whip the floor with banana leaves and finish it off with coconut husk. On my second year with my grandparents going as second grader, I had Teacher Jeaneth Juan. She was my first troop leader in GSP and Agadangan became a vivid memory of the Scout Movement. Enamored with her not-so-strict classroom bearing, my classmates and I were saddened when on...
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WOMAN-ified ME

I was born a woman but ended up acting the opposite. Clumsiness and its cousins in the thesaurus is what I am. Finesse goes unsaid and unheard in my world. I preferred oversized tees over fitting blouses. I refused figure-flaterring dresses for loose pants. I would choose a paintless face even being merged with a bin of all-made-up pretties. But I knew I am a woman inside. So are the secret feelings that have silently died. It was only me who knows everything of what-really-is. It was hard shifting to finer moves. Oh graceful me in sweat! I hate being with someone who I cannot see myself. Because to me, gaudiness is parallel to fun. Not long after, I’ve been to stores of pallets. So the smudged me emerged. Little by little, I’ve added garments I thought I can never wear. These changes of seeing ourselves that can improve us.   
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International Friendship Day

July 30. International                F-R-I-E-N-Dship Day. This gift called friendship.      A casual hi and hello tauted to sharing of one's favorite hobby over a cup of coffee and another then another... A bump of elbows in a crowded pizzeria... In a workplace where stiff personality takes its mellow... A mutual liking of a celebrity something as superficial as that... A friend who can be as funny as nasty when mad, who can be garrulous and meek at the same time, who can be your stylist and critic, who can be your kind shoulder and keeper of your darkest secret... Friends spell an array of fruits, colors and season.      Here's a little story of the net-manic me...      Long before Mark Zuckerberg was out with his Facebook was this Friendster that hooked me to staying up long hours (sometimes even longer than doing homework) in an internet shop. Then Friendster was to become...
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