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"Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
Toxicity
Saturday, November 29, 2008

Last Wednesday, we had our first recollection in the Faculty of Medicine and Surgery. For once, I wasn't bored to death the whole time because the speakers, who are priests, we're all interesting and young.

They said that there are two professions that is "TOXIC" from the mere moment you decide to practice or learn it: being a doctor and a priest. I agree. Why? Well, here are a few comparisons:

  • Doctors save lives. Priests save souls. Or at least, they die trying.
  • Doctors are the ones who inform the family of the patients death. Priests say the mass for the dead.
  • Doctors hear the patients' aches and pains. Priests hear the people's sins and spiritual concerns.
  • Doctors, before becoming doctors, are imprisoned by their books and atlases for various subjects. Priests are confined in the seminary for a life of prayer and service.
  • Both of which are not restricted by the time. You're always a doctor or a priest 24/7. You can't just watch a dying man when you're not in duty at the hospital. You can't refuse to anoint the sick when the situation calls for it just because you're not wearing the proper attire.
So, by choosing to become a doctor, I'm choosing to live a life of toxicity. I should be called a masochist. Well, at least, I'll be able to save lives - that negates all the toxicity.


Confession of a Girl
Thursday, November 27, 2008


I'm irrevocably in love with Marlo Paulo Salandanan Roxas.

It's been the greatest eight months of my life so far.
And, I'm looking forward to continue to have the happiest life ever.

I am so blessed.

Thank you, MY FIRST AND LAST LOVE!


Quantitative Relationship
Monday, November 17, 2008


FACTORS THAT GOVERN ACADEMIC PERFORMANCE
  • quiz scores
    • direct: increase in quiz scores increases academic performance
  • time spent studying
    • direct: more time spent studying would increase academic performance
  • learning (actual academic input to the brain)
    • direct: more academic input, greater academic performance
  • extra-curricular activities
    • indirect: more extra-curricular activities would decline academic performance
  • social life
    • indirect: more time spent socializing decreases academic performance
  • academic load
    • indirect: less academic load increases academic performance

Out of Body Experience
Monday, November 10, 2008

Blind
Unseeing

Deaf
Unhearing

Numb
Unsensing

DEAD TIRED


Earlier, I was having dinner with my bestestbud and there was a moment that it seemed like I wasn't there; that I was drifting to a land where I hear no one and see past everything else. For once, I felt relieved of all my neurons, like I was detached from my brain or my brain was detached from my body. I'm not sure which is which. However, also in a fraction of second, I felt the need to think, to go back to reality, to continue listening to my bestestbud.

Honestly, I'm just dead tired from school. It is more draining than playing soccer or training for 4 hours or so under the scorching sun. Ack. I MISS PLAYING SOCCER! I'm mentally drained. I need some refreshments: BEACH, SOCCER, MOVIE MARATHONS... I NEED.


I want to lay down and just breathe.


Whirlwind
Sunday, November 9, 2008

It's been a semester since I began my journey to greatness. And it seems like everything is happening TOO FAST.

MED LIFE = FAST AND FURIOUS


If I didn't have the proper sense of time, I would say that I've only been in Med school for a week. Things are happening so quick that, I have to admit, I haven't been living my life.

MY LIFE = SLEEP + SOCCER + FRIENDS + CYA
MED LIFE = [HAND-OUTS + BOOKS + CADAVER + HISTOLOGY SLIDES + SLEEPLESS NIGHTS] X 6,925 heart beats per minute


If you ever hear a single Med student say he never thought of quitting, HE'S A LIAR. Everyone I know have thought of dropping out countless of times. Everyone have cried their way through the Biochemistry hand-outs. Everyone have thought they weren't fit to survive the tortures of Metabolisms and Heart Physiology.

I have re-evaluated my intentions of becoming a doctor tons of times due to the reasons that I am being forced to willingly pay Php 91,000 for my education every semester; I am enduring a not-so-much-food-intake every single day; and I am feeling more and more dumb every moment. However, the number of pros always outweighs the cons. So, ACK. HELP ME LORD!

But hey, I wanted this since I was 9. I'm sure the whole four years of Medical education would pass like a breeze. I just hope I don't grow too thin for the wind to blow me away.