***
I think the mere existence of fraternities and sororities in the college unearths bravery from students, because it requires all to choose. And it does take bravery to make a stand, whatever it is.
*done blabbing.
Sunday, August 31
1:10 on a Sunday Morning
I've been cramming a lot lately - and that may mean forcing too much food into my mouth or too much names into my head.
***
I think the mere existence of fraternities and sororities in the college unearths bravery from students, because it requires all to choose. And it does take bravery to make a stand, whatever it is.
*done blabbing.
***
I think the mere existence of fraternities and sororities in the college unearths bravery from students, because it requires all to choose. And it does take bravery to make a stand, whatever it is.
*done blabbing.
Friday, June 13
Woozy
It has been recently reiterated (quite often) that med school IS NOT all about the acads.
I'm all for the orgs, don't be mistaken (I really have no plans of obssessing over books :P) but it is the what that confuses me. And the which. And the when.
*done blabbing.
I'm all for the orgs, don't be mistaken (I really have no plans of obssessing over books :P) but it is the what that confuses me. And the which. And the when.
*done blabbing.
Thursday, May 8
Undreamed-ofs
It did not occur to me, not even for a fraction of a second, that I’ll be attempting to step into a modelling venture. Never.
But I did, last Thursday. Two weeks ago, my Tita Vicky, well known in the family for her being our ticket holder to beauty pageants and the like, convinced my parents to let us join a month-long, dancing, acting and ramp modelling workshop. On the word of her, everything is already set – clothes are sponsored, designers were already hired, venues were all previously booked for us – we just have to pass an application form and join. We agreed, thinking there’ll be no better way to spend May, anyway.
Dressed oh-so casually, we went to SM North, last April 26, carrying only our pens. With me are my two sisters and a friend who was talked into joining too. Filing of the application form was set to be at Cinema 9. While walking our way to the said place, we were talking about what we expect to see. We’re all imagining the inside of the theater to be adorned with perhaps one or two tables and a number chairs, filled with a few people who apparently have also heard the whisper that there’ll be a modelling workshop. No worries, we thought, we just have to write, nevertheless.
All of us were stunned when we turned around the corner of the hall towards Cinema 9. What was standing before us, on the passageway outside the theater, was a long, high ramp, surrounded by towering lights and speakers. There were more or less a hundred, fully made-up models seated on rows of chairs on the side of the ramp. Most of them were assisted by whom we presumed as their managers and all ladies were on heels, ready to strut. All of us instantly chickened out and decided to walk instead on the hallways of The Block, despite the fact that our Tita kept on texting us, insisting on showing our faces to her.
Later on the same day, my mom was able to talk to my tita at a dinner party. She explained that the filing of application form is actually the initial screening wherein the models have to walk and be interviewed by the panel of judges. She stressed again that the workshop will be a great opportunity for us to remodel our timid personalities and assured that we may again try to audition, this time with no ramp modelling, only with an interview. So after all the reconsiderations, we finally signed application forms, showed our faces to the organizers and was told to return for the final screening on the first of May, this time warned that we need to prepare ourselves for we really have to walk on stage.
I really do not want to recount the horrors of our debut on stage (ha, ha), so to cut the story short, after 6 hours of standing and marching on heels, Tricia and I were included in the selected twenty from a group of sixty. So now, after the contract signing last Sunday, the kick-off party last Monday and the announcement that we’ll have a make-over and a pictorial this week, I’m establishing the fact that my last month before med school is going to be one crazy hell of a ride. ;)
Just when I thought there are enough unforeseeable events already, my Dad asked last Thursday if Charles may want to drive his (my Dad’s) car for us girls and join the family in our overnight excursion in Tagaytay. Without hesitation, he said yes, so I was with him for the longest time last week. ♥♥♥
*done blabbing.
But I did, last Thursday. Two weeks ago, my Tita Vicky, well known in the family for her being our ticket holder to beauty pageants and the like, convinced my parents to let us join a month-long, dancing, acting and ramp modelling workshop. On the word of her, everything is already set – clothes are sponsored, designers were already hired, venues were all previously booked for us – we just have to pass an application form and join. We agreed, thinking there’ll be no better way to spend May, anyway.
Dressed oh-so casually, we went to SM North, last April 26, carrying only our pens. With me are my two sisters and a friend who was talked into joining too. Filing of the application form was set to be at Cinema 9. While walking our way to the said place, we were talking about what we expect to see. We’re all imagining the inside of the theater to be adorned with perhaps one or two tables and a number chairs, filled with a few people who apparently have also heard the whisper that there’ll be a modelling workshop. No worries, we thought, we just have to write, nevertheless.
All of us were stunned when we turned around the corner of the hall towards Cinema 9. What was standing before us, on the passageway outside the theater, was a long, high ramp, surrounded by towering lights and speakers. There were more or less a hundred, fully made-up models seated on rows of chairs on the side of the ramp. Most of them were assisted by whom we presumed as their managers and all ladies were on heels, ready to strut. All of us instantly chickened out and decided to walk instead on the hallways of The Block, despite the fact that our Tita kept on texting us, insisting on showing our faces to her.
Later on the same day, my mom was able to talk to my tita at a dinner party. She explained that the filing of application form is actually the initial screening wherein the models have to walk and be interviewed by the panel of judges. She stressed again that the workshop will be a great opportunity for us to remodel our timid personalities and assured that we may again try to audition, this time with no ramp modelling, only with an interview. So after all the reconsiderations, we finally signed application forms, showed our faces to the organizers and was told to return for the final screening on the first of May, this time warned that we need to prepare ourselves for we really have to walk on stage.
I really do not want to recount the horrors of our debut on stage (ha, ha), so to cut the story short, after 6 hours of standing and marching on heels, Tricia and I were included in the selected twenty from a group of sixty. So now, after the contract signing last Sunday, the kick-off party last Monday and the announcement that we’ll have a make-over and a pictorial this week, I’m establishing the fact that my last month before med school is going to be one crazy hell of a ride. ;)
Just when I thought there are enough unforeseeable events already, my Dad asked last Thursday if Charles may want to drive his (my Dad’s) car for us girls and join the family in our overnight excursion in Tagaytay. Without hesitation, he said yes, so I was with him for the longest time last week. ♥♥♥
*done blabbing.
Wednesday, April 23
Career Day
So as to obtain all the requirements for my physical exam on Monday, my destination for this afternoon was a modest hospital near our town. I went with my dad who works there as a clinician (clinician = 20% off on the services! hehe). When we arrived, he asked someone to accompany me in going to the different departments – Radiology, Laboratory, Pediatrics – so that he can stay in his office and do follow-ups. Luckily I was able to bear all the examinations without shedding a tear (I was told before that the PPD exam, which involves an intradermal shot, can be quite painful.=/), but I still could not endure looking at the needle as it penetrates my skin, more so at the blood as it leaves my body. :( I know that I should stop closing my eyes like a little girl and actually start staring intently to see how they do it but I guess it does take time to be at ease with things like that (for me, at least).
Afterwards, I met up with my dad and accompanied him in his last lookover for the day. We entered a patient’s room and there I saw a lady, looking exceedingly slender. Her neck and back are swollen and her breasts are uneven. I gathered during the visit that she has breast cancer and a number of cysts in her neck. Her lungs are filled with water produced by the cancer cells so she finds it awfully hard to breathe. Earlier, my dad performed an operation wherein he removed 1L of water using a needle, but xray results showed that there was no change in the amount of water in the lungs. My dad therefore suggested that a tube be temporarily attached to the lungs so that there’ll be a continuous water expulsion. The husband of the lady responded with a pag-uusapan ho muna namin, salamat po and then we left.
Right after the door was closed behind me did I start asking questions: Bakit hindi mo tanggalin yung tumor, bakit hindi mo tanggalin yung cysts, bakit kailangan pa nilang pag-isipan yung tube placement kung yun lang ang paraan para guminhawa siya..? Only after my dad said, wala na silang pera e, did things start to make complete sense. I realized there was very little hope left for the lady: as long as the tumor is there, the fluid would not stop blocking the airways, and if they could not afford even the temporary remedy, the tumor stays where it is. It was quite shattering; I remained quiet as we were leaving the hospital. I guess my dad heard through the silence because he blurted out, You’ll be facing more devastating cases anak, you have to learn to separate yourself from your emotions, especially when you are facing the patient.
What the hell, I thought. Earlier I realized that I have to be at ease with hurting, now I have to learn to be insensitive. Splendid.
But then again, (This is my favourite beginning of a sentence. Starting off a statement with it means opening up the good side of things. ;) ) deep inside, I know that there is more to just the puncture or the indifference - the pricking aids in the furtherance of a person’s health, and the apathy is actually a way of giving hope to a patient. It amazed me to think that my dad’s being completely clear of emotions during the visit sort of made the case typical, kind of like saying This is the disease, this is the cure, be strong, you will get through this.
The exams, the hell weeks, I can get to grips with. But those - the more devastating cases - sadly, I can not imagine myself (who cries still every time I watch The Notebook) being strong enough to handle.
Blimey, I have LOADS more to learn. -_-
*done blabbing.
Afterwards, I met up with my dad and accompanied him in his last lookover for the day. We entered a patient’s room and there I saw a lady, looking exceedingly slender. Her neck and back are swollen and her breasts are uneven. I gathered during the visit that she has breast cancer and a number of cysts in her neck. Her lungs are filled with water produced by the cancer cells so she finds it awfully hard to breathe. Earlier, my dad performed an operation wherein he removed 1L of water using a needle, but xray results showed that there was no change in the amount of water in the lungs. My dad therefore suggested that a tube be temporarily attached to the lungs so that there’ll be a continuous water expulsion. The husband of the lady responded with a pag-uusapan ho muna namin, salamat po and then we left.
Right after the door was closed behind me did I start asking questions: Bakit hindi mo tanggalin yung tumor, bakit hindi mo tanggalin yung cysts, bakit kailangan pa nilang pag-isipan yung tube placement kung yun lang ang paraan para guminhawa siya..? Only after my dad said, wala na silang pera e, did things start to make complete sense. I realized there was very little hope left for the lady: as long as the tumor is there, the fluid would not stop blocking the airways, and if they could not afford even the temporary remedy, the tumor stays where it is. It was quite shattering; I remained quiet as we were leaving the hospital. I guess my dad heard through the silence because he blurted out, You’ll be facing more devastating cases anak, you have to learn to separate yourself from your emotions, especially when you are facing the patient.
What the hell, I thought. Earlier I realized that I have to be at ease with hurting, now I have to learn to be insensitive. Splendid.
But then again, (This is my favourite beginning of a sentence. Starting off a statement with it means opening up the good side of things. ;) ) deep inside, I know that there is more to just the puncture or the indifference - the pricking aids in the furtherance of a person’s health, and the apathy is actually a way of giving hope to a patient. It amazed me to think that my dad’s being completely clear of emotions during the visit sort of made the case typical, kind of like saying This is the disease, this is the cure, be strong, you will get through this.
The exams, the hell weeks, I can get to grips with. But those - the more devastating cases - sadly, I can not imagine myself (who cries still every time I watch The Notebook) being strong enough to handle.
Blimey, I have LOADS more to learn. -_-
*done blabbing.
Friday, April 18
Wednesday, April 16
From Local Andalasia
Finally, a trip awaaay from home. :)
My dear Charles has to go through 240 hours of internship in a Toyota establishment in Laguna this summer, so to compensate for the little time left for us, we spent the whole day together yesterday in Enchanted Kingdom. (If you are shocked that I was allowed to go, don’t worry, I was too. I was given a go signal even if I asked for permission only on the same day.)
I was very, very excited that I was all giddy during the trip going to Laguna (as in silly-giddy, in short, loka.) Understandable, of course, because 1. it has been a looooong time since I last went to EK 2. I wasn’t able to join Ceej and company on their trip 3. I was stuck at home for the longest time and 4. it’s my first out-of-town excursion with him. He may have laughed at me for my being too eager but I know, and I’ll bet all my fingers on it, that he was way more thrilled than I was. :D (haha)
There has been a switch in the roles when we arrived – I was already the one laughing at him. :P I have come to know that I am more keen on rides (haha, peace tayo! <3) but I am grateful, for he allowed himself to be swayed into climbing onto the rides that he dreaded. :P
After so many picture-taking, and walking, and screaming, and laughing (and laughing, and laughing), we went home with our heads spinning, our feet tired, our clothes wet, our pockets empty and our hearts happy. ;)
The trip was definitely a noteworthy first. Am hoping it won’t be the last. ;)
*done blabbing.
My dear Charles has to go through 240 hours of internship in a Toyota establishment in Laguna this summer, so to compensate for the little time left for us, we spent the whole day together yesterday in Enchanted Kingdom. (If you are shocked that I was allowed to go, don’t worry, I was too. I was given a go signal even if I asked for permission only on the same day.)
I was very, very excited that I was all giddy during the trip going to Laguna (as in silly-giddy, in short, loka.) Understandable, of course, because 1. it has been a looooong time since I last went to EK 2. I wasn’t able to join Ceej and company on their trip 3. I was stuck at home for the longest time and 4. it’s my first out-of-town excursion with him. He may have laughed at me for my being too eager but I know, and I’ll bet all my fingers on it, that he was way more thrilled than I was. :D (haha)
There has been a switch in the roles when we arrived – I was already the one laughing at him. :P I have come to know that I am more keen on rides (haha, peace tayo! <3) but I am grateful, for he allowed himself to be swayed into climbing onto the rides that he dreaded. :P
After so many picture-taking, and walking, and screaming, and laughing (and laughing, and laughing), we went home with our heads spinning, our feet tired, our clothes wet, our pockets empty and our hearts happy. ;)
The trip was definitely a noteworthy first. Am hoping it won’t be the last. ;)
*done blabbing.
Monday, April 14
Home Sweet Home
I am mostly homebound since summer’s onset and here I am again finding the good in things. If there’s good in my tarrying at home, it is definitely the longer time spent with my family.
My first classes last semester start at 7am. I was in the habit of eating alone every five in the morning, leaving even before the sun rises, spending my day in school, arriving home late during the day and spending the rest of the day sleeping or studying. In short, there was actually very little time to mingle, and every time I take a while in front of the TV with my siblings, I’d end up feeling guilty afterwards for neglecting to devotedly spend my time on productive work.
But now for almost two weeks, things have been quite different. Wholly, actually. I hang out with my brothers, sisters and cousin most of the time (so I’m in with all the latest rumors about each of them, haha). They all have been sleeping snugly in my small room (with additional cushions on the floor) after watching dvd’s every night (Imagine the five of us in a room made exactly just for one.) I get to spend time with my sisters in the court; with my brothers in the mall. I am grateful for the fact that we are able to pray the rosary together every night. And perhaps this is a little too much exaltation, but I am also thankful that I now eat every meal of the day at home with everyone else here. :)
I knew this, but I have been recently reminded that I have indeed missed a lot. ;) TGIS! Thank goodness there is always time to mend things and catch up. :)
*done blabbing.
My first classes last semester start at 7am. I was in the habit of eating alone every five in the morning, leaving even before the sun rises, spending my day in school, arriving home late during the day and spending the rest of the day sleeping or studying. In short, there was actually very little time to mingle, and every time I take a while in front of the TV with my siblings, I’d end up feeling guilty afterwards for neglecting to devotedly spend my time on productive work.
But now for almost two weeks, things have been quite different. Wholly, actually. I hang out with my brothers, sisters and cousin most of the time (so I’m in with all the latest rumors about each of them, haha). They all have been sleeping snugly in my small room (with additional cushions on the floor) after watching dvd’s every night (Imagine the five of us in a room made exactly just for one.) I get to spend time with my sisters in the court; with my brothers in the mall. I am grateful for the fact that we are able to pray the rosary together every night. And perhaps this is a little too much exaltation, but I am also thankful that I now eat every meal of the day at home with everyone else here. :)
I knew this, but I have been recently reminded that I have indeed missed a lot. ;) TGIS! Thank goodness there is always time to mend things and catch up. :)
*done blabbing.
Sunday, April 6
Friday, April 4
SOS
Oh, the irony of life, I am bored to death. I haven't done anything since last Sunday, which is the start of my summer vacation. Except maybe, lie down and watch the adventures Detective Conan.
I actually envy my bestfriend who is groaning about her summer classes. :P (Haha, ang labo ko talaga) I think it's okei to go to school during summer IF, and only if, you have easy-to-handle subjects (kung meron man nun). At least you have a goal AND allowance for every single day.
Also, I haven't been out on a real outing. :( I missed my planned EK trip last Monday. Our trip to Antipolo for Tuesday was cancelled (fortunately, I still enjoyed the day with my bestfriend at the mall). My next hope is my high school class' outing tomorrow, which I doubt I could attend, because I really don't have someone to go with (err, someone I'm uber comfy with).
I need 1. Good books. 2. Trips away from home. 3. Cold, hard cash for trips away from home. 4. Summer job for money for trips away from home. ;)
***
I'm currently listening to Incubus' I Wish You Were Here.
I really do wish you are. ;)
*done blabbing.
I actually envy my bestfriend who is groaning about her summer classes. :P (Haha, ang labo ko talaga) I think it's okei to go to school during summer IF, and only if, you have easy-to-handle subjects (kung meron man nun). At least you have a goal AND allowance for every single day.
Also, I haven't been out on a real outing. :( I missed my planned EK trip last Monday. Our trip to Antipolo for Tuesday was cancelled (fortunately, I still enjoyed the day with my bestfriend at the mall). My next hope is my high school class' outing tomorrow, which I doubt I could attend, because I really don't have someone to go with (err, someone I'm uber comfy with).
I need 1. Good books. 2. Trips away from home. 3. Cold, hard cash for trips away from home. 4. Summer job for money for trips away from home. ;)
***
I'm currently listening to Incubus' I Wish You Were Here.
I really do wish you are. ;)
*done blabbing.
Saturday, March 29
Not Quite, Just About
I’m almost there. :)
NMAT results have come out. And with it came phone calls and letters from medical schools.
People have been talking about lasts – the last CAS class, last PE course, last CAS exam. We even had our last class-party a while ago.
I’ve been measured for my all-white uniform (which, if you’re reading my blog, you’ll know, I’ve been eyeing since the very first sem).
Our younger buddies gave send-off gifts to us.
Nil actually said goodbye to the Milo vendor in CAS. :P
Sororities have suddenly known my nickname.
Class 2013, which I’ve been accustomed to just having 34 students, is now listed everywhere composed of a hundred and fifty-nine.
These are actually reasons to get excited OR be scared. -_-
I swear, I will be a total idler this summer. :P (Though I would be very, very (very!) glad to receive donations for payment for driving lessons. :P)
*done blabbing.
NMAT results have come out. And with it came phone calls and letters from medical schools.
People have been talking about lasts – the last CAS class, last PE course, last CAS exam. We even had our last class-party a while ago.
I’ve been measured for my all-white uniform (which, if you’re reading my blog, you’ll know, I’ve been eyeing since the very first sem).
Our younger buddies gave send-off gifts to us.
Nil actually said goodbye to the Milo vendor in CAS. :P
Sororities have suddenly known my nickname.
Class 2013, which I’ve been accustomed to just having 34 students, is now listed everywhere composed of a hundred and fifty-nine.
These are actually reasons to get excited OR be scared. -_-
I swear, I will be a total idler this summer. :P (Though I would be very, very (very!) glad to receive donations for payment for driving lessons. :P)
*done blabbing.
Wednesday, March 26
O, kamusta?
If I manage to bump into someone I haven’t seen in quite a while and he asks me this question, what would I say?
Let’s see... I’m good, I shall start to say. I’ll add that he’s pretty lucky to bump into me, because I’m hard to find these days. Of course, I’ll continue by saying I’m kidding, seriously, I’ve just been busy.
I’ve heard, after the third sem, that the least toxic sem is the last. It’s not true, believe me. Every sem’s set to make you look a little older than your age, hehe. I’ve stayed up till wee hours in the morning, I’ve overslept and missed classes for staying up till wee hours in the morning. I’ve been through hell weeks and back. It was not, at all, easy.
The most demanding of the courses I took is embryology. I have an Umbridge-like professor who never went to school without matching shoes and accessories. She was the first professor who was bothered by the fact that we are not getting good grades, so she nagged, shouted and put a lot of pressure. But then, she was one of the firsts who cared, actually. We probably hated it, but it is her anxiety that drove us to put more effort on the course than what we intended to allot. I actually learned a lot from that subject. I might have managed to hate the microscope after that course, but then I was also secretly awed by every process of development that we discussed. I came across a line in our book, and this is probably the only one that made me stop and think. “The construction of an organ that perceives, thinks, loves, hates, remembers, changes, fools itself, and coordinates our conscious and unconscious bodily processes is undoubtedly the most challenging of all developmental enigmas.” And we have God to thank for it. :) It is the most exhaustive, really, but it is also the most memorable.
Amidst all the sciences - physics, chemistry, biology - the arts have been part of the sem too. I’ve acted both in a movie, as a pregnant teenager, and in a one-act play, as a rape victim. I’ve been a Backstreet boy, have sung Bossa Nova, have rapped and have been in a fake commercial. I might’ve whined a lot about why I needed to do all those, but the feeling of accomplishment after every feat has always made me eat my words.
I’ve been to places too. We immersed ourselves in the community, buried our toes in the beach, went to various health units and enjoyed a medical museum, all for courses that required us to. Those were our short detox moments. :) Pathetic, yes, but I’m grateful for them, for it was during those moments that I managed to fleetingly get away.
My driving forces and my comforts are the people around me. In school, I have my friends who were always there to share with me all the perks and pitfalls. After leaving school, I still have other friends who constantly say ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ to remind me that they are still there - maybe not physically- but are still there. When I get home, I have a huge, noisy family to share the rest of my day with. And of course, I have my blessing, who is always willing to lend an ear, to accompany, to encourage and support, to be foolish and have fun, to remind me that all is or will be well and to make me feel loved and whole.
I guess I’ve been really busy. But if truth be told, I do not regret having this kind of life, because it taught me to grow up. It taught me to see the world for what it is and to continue hoping for betterment. It taught me to value both the things I always and the things I infrequently have. It made my knees stronger, for I know very well that they will be beaten up next year. And when you really think about it, an arduous life is what brings out, maybe even the worst, but most of the time, the best, in a person. :)
Ikaw, how are you? :)
*done blabbing.
Let’s see... I’m good, I shall start to say. I’ll add that he’s pretty lucky to bump into me, because I’m hard to find these days. Of course, I’ll continue by saying I’m kidding, seriously, I’ve just been busy.
I’ve heard, after the third sem, that the least toxic sem is the last. It’s not true, believe me. Every sem’s set to make you look a little older than your age, hehe. I’ve stayed up till wee hours in the morning, I’ve overslept and missed classes for staying up till wee hours in the morning. I’ve been through hell weeks and back. It was not, at all, easy.
The most demanding of the courses I took is embryology. I have an Umbridge-like professor who never went to school without matching shoes and accessories. She was the first professor who was bothered by the fact that we are not getting good grades, so she nagged, shouted and put a lot of pressure. But then, she was one of the firsts who cared, actually. We probably hated it, but it is her anxiety that drove us to put more effort on the course than what we intended to allot. I actually learned a lot from that subject. I might have managed to hate the microscope after that course, but then I was also secretly awed by every process of development that we discussed. I came across a line in our book, and this is probably the only one that made me stop and think. “The construction of an organ that perceives, thinks, loves, hates, remembers, changes, fools itself, and coordinates our conscious and unconscious bodily processes is undoubtedly the most challenging of all developmental enigmas.” And we have God to thank for it. :) It is the most exhaustive, really, but it is also the most memorable.
Amidst all the sciences - physics, chemistry, biology - the arts have been part of the sem too. I’ve acted both in a movie, as a pregnant teenager, and in a one-act play, as a rape victim. I’ve been a Backstreet boy, have sung Bossa Nova, have rapped and have been in a fake commercial. I might’ve whined a lot about why I needed to do all those, but the feeling of accomplishment after every feat has always made me eat my words.
I’ve been to places too. We immersed ourselves in the community, buried our toes in the beach, went to various health units and enjoyed a medical museum, all for courses that required us to. Those were our short detox moments. :) Pathetic, yes, but I’m grateful for them, for it was during those moments that I managed to fleetingly get away.
My driving forces and my comforts are the people around me. In school, I have my friends who were always there to share with me all the perks and pitfalls. After leaving school, I still have other friends who constantly say ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ to remind me that they are still there - maybe not physically- but are still there. When I get home, I have a huge, noisy family to share the rest of my day with. And of course, I have my blessing, who is always willing to lend an ear, to accompany, to encourage and support, to be foolish and have fun, to remind me that all is or will be well and to make me feel loved and whole.
I guess I’ve been really busy. But if truth be told, I do not regret having this kind of life, because it taught me to grow up. It taught me to see the world for what it is and to continue hoping for betterment. It taught me to value both the things I always and the things I infrequently have. It made my knees stronger, for I know very well that they will be beaten up next year. And when you really think about it, an arduous life is what brings out, maybe even the worst, but most of the time, the best, in a person. :)
Ikaw, how are you? :)
*done blabbing.
Wednesday, January 23
"Tambayan Para sa Lahat"
Im sitting now at a tambayan beside the tennis court, with CJ, Nil and Pat talking, laughing and bickering about school and stuff. :)
Wala lang. It is my first time to surf the web via WiFi connection (no, you're not getting it all wrong, the date is really January 23, 2008) Haha, finally. :)
***
My first first-cousin on my mommy's side said hello to the world two hours ago. :) Very excited to see all 7.5 pounds of him later, hehe. :)
***
Biochem yesterday was a little boring so Cedes was able to enjoy a short nap during the discussion. Written on the top of a page of her open notebook was
STS Movie
STS Report
Biochem Exam
He won't give you anything you can't handle.
I needed this reminder, not because of school but because of.. things. I really do, and I believe my family does too. :)
***
Mas mahal ko siya kung laptop siya. Haha. :)
*done blabbing.
Wala lang. It is my first time to surf the web via WiFi connection (no, you're not getting it all wrong, the date is really January 23, 2008) Haha, finally. :)
***
My first first-cousin on my mommy's side said hello to the world two hours ago. :) Very excited to see all 7.5 pounds of him later, hehe. :)
***
Biochem yesterday was a little boring so Cedes was able to enjoy a short nap during the discussion. Written on the top of a page of her open notebook was
STS Movie
STS Report
Biochem Exam
He won't give you anything you can't handle.
I needed this reminder, not because of school but because of.. things. I really do, and I believe my family does too. :)
***
Mas mahal ko siya kung laptop siya. Haha. :)
*done blabbing.
Thursday, January 17
Chokiss
I promised days ago I would reward myself a slice of blueberry cheesecake after five long exams. But even before I finish them all, I was able to eat a slice today. It was worth it, yun nga lang not because of the stress and sacrifices, but because of the four weeks survived despite the distance. :)
And it felt better, no, it felt absolutely wonderful, to have someone to share it with. :)
*done blabbing.
And it felt better, no, it felt absolutely wonderful, to have someone to share it with. :)
*done blabbing.
Tuesday, January 15
Unending
Talks of forever are risky. The more you engage in them, the greater faith and hope you build up on something that is uncertain. The belief suddenly becomes your prime animator; you presently act based on this conviction. And once forever reaches its end, you'll be left tangled and lacking.
But still, people find relief in trusting that good matters may last forever. They choose, they decide, they sign, they promise: despite the fact that things may change and 'forevers' do end. Feasibly, it is because thoughts of unending occurences are often comforting. A lifetime vocation gives people a sense of purpose; continuous connections keep people steady; undying love is regarded as a gift. They make people feel whole, content and accomplished.
Perhaps, it is this feeling of happiness that drives people to take risks. It is this yearning for happiness that pushes people to believe in forever.
*done blabbing.
But still, people find relief in trusting that good matters may last forever. They choose, they decide, they sign, they promise: despite the fact that things may change and 'forevers' do end. Feasibly, it is because thoughts of unending occurences are often comforting. A lifetime vocation gives people a sense of purpose; continuous connections keep people steady; undying love is regarded as a gift. They make people feel whole, content and accomplished.
Perhaps, it is this feeling of happiness that drives people to take risks. It is this yearning for happiness that pushes people to believe in forever.
*done blabbing.
Saturday, January 12
Tricia
UPCAT results came out today. Fortunately, my younger sister made it to the long list. (yay! ;) ) I'm secretly wishing she'll also be included in the list of a hundred qualified for Imed while my ate is not-so-secretly wishing she won't be. (agawan na ng campusmate ito)
I think it would be great to have a younger sister going through the same path I am going through. Possibly everytime she shares something, I would immediately share how I dealt with the same situation 2 years ago. It would be cool to compare professors, to have a cramming-partner in the middle of the night, to talk about the things (amazing things) that med people could do, to be able to brag that whatever she's doing is soo last-last year for me (haha), and to whine nonstop while someone else understands the same feeling of hate towards excessive work. ;)
Contrariwise, I have this uncanny feeling that I should stop her from pursuing Imed, if ever she'll be qualified for it. There's just too much... everything. It takes a great deal of dedication and love for studying (yikes, haha) for you to JUST survive. Perhaps some could say that it depends on the person handling the situation, but nobody could deny that it is sometimes too exhausting, that it does take away too much time and that at times, it cuts connections.
Bakit ko ba pinroproblema to e wala pa ngang results, hehe.
Lay out all the cards - this is all I could really, and must, do at this point, if ever she'll be lucky slash damned enough to be accepted. ;)
*done blabbing.
I think it would be great to have a younger sister going through the same path I am going through. Possibly everytime she shares something, I would immediately share how I dealt with the same situation 2 years ago. It would be cool to compare professors, to have a cramming-partner in the middle of the night, to talk about the things (amazing things) that med people could do, to be able to brag that whatever she's doing is soo last-last year for me (haha), and to whine nonstop while someone else understands the same feeling of hate towards excessive work. ;)
Contrariwise, I have this uncanny feeling that I should stop her from pursuing Imed, if ever she'll be qualified for it. There's just too much... everything. It takes a great deal of dedication and love for studying (yikes, haha) for you to JUST survive. Perhaps some could say that it depends on the person handling the situation, but nobody could deny that it is sometimes too exhausting, that it does take away too much time and that at times, it cuts connections.
Bakit ko ba pinroproblema to e wala pa ngang results, hehe.
Lay out all the cards - this is all I could really, and must, do at this point, if ever she'll be lucky slash damned enough to be accepted. ;)
*done blabbing.
Wednesday, January 9
Rough Start
First few days of 2008: toxic. Ha, what else do I, should I expect. CJ and I were talking a while ago and we found out that we were both glad that we bummed a lot during the Christmas break because our next full-length snoozing might just happen during the summer.
I am going to reward myself two slices of blueberry cheesecake after I go through five long exams. Swear to God, I will. ;)
***
I once thought that time equates love. On second thought, perhaps, love isn’t essentially the given time itself, but the willingness and the desire to share it. :)
One reason why I strive is for me to bear out that I have the right and the ability to keep the relationship. But then, I think I’m spending too much time in trying to prove that I can make it work…
…that I’m already, in a way, paying no heed to the thing that I’m trying to protect in the first place. :(
*done blabbing.
I am going to reward myself two slices of blueberry cheesecake after I go through five long exams. Swear to God, I will. ;)
***
I once thought that time equates love. On second thought, perhaps, love isn’t essentially the given time itself, but the willingness and the desire to share it. :)
One reason why I strive is for me to bear out that I have the right and the ability to keep the relationship. But then, I think I’m spending too much time in trying to prove that I can make it work…
…that I’m already, in a way, paying no heed to the thing that I’m trying to protect in the first place. :(
*done blabbing.
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