movies. movies. movies.

andami kong pinanood nitong self-proclaimed vacation ko haha~ so what? orientation pa lang naman tuwing first week kaya nag-exile muna ko sa probinsya (except lang sa corpo at mukang excited agad si sir magpa-kaso. ugh!) kaya nagpakasasa nako sa mga dvds ni ate.

eto mga pinanood ko:

DisFigured

100 girls

Jane Eyre

Wuthering Heights

Tropic Thunder

Horton hears a Who

88 minutes

21

Taken

What Happens in Vegas

The Poet

Baby on Board

Accidental Husband

Wild Child

In Search of a Midnight Kiss

Vicky Cristina Barcelona

The Other Man

Eagle Eye

Chop Shop

pati pala August Rush

Di ko na maalala yung iba. Haaaayyy...I wish I have more time to watch movies all day long!!!

Kaso back to the real world na. Balik sa dorm. Balik sa pagiging recluse. Estate tax recit bukas. ugh. boringness!!!

Anu ba, anu ba, anu ba.

Anu bang magndang gawin sa buhay ko.

Yan na naman. Iniimagine ko na isang araw, i'll pack my bags and just GO! wherever the yellow brick road takes me! to finally have a sense of adventure!

Pano naman kaya yun? aber?

Grabe!!! Third blog post ko na for this night... Pero dahil nag-pm sa'kin si Lexi eh naalala ko tuloy yung inis ko...

Ayun nga... Siyempre nagtrain kami with sir mark... Eh late kami ni jasper (kasi ba naman... kinarir namin yung case build na assignment sa'min, and when I say karir, as in karir talaga! We forced ourselves to understand commerce in two days ata... Tapos mejo magaganda lahat ng phrasing ng arguments... Well analyzed pa... Kasi ba naman nirerebutt namin ang cases na nagagawa ng isa't-isa... Kaya salang-sala lahat ng cases!!! Hehehe... Tapos only to find out na hindi naman che-chekan? Shet!!! Sana hindi na lang stimulus plan ang set-up namin! Sana general na lang tulad ng sa iba... Very elementary... Pero ok na din yun.. At least naintindihan namin ang economy ng U.S. Sana nga lang eh tumagal yung knowledge na yun hanggang Feb.) kaya hindi kami nakapag-debate... Ang motion ay tungkol sa healthcare bill... Tupang ina!! Eh alam ko ito eh... Wahaha.... Kaya yun... mejo yabang-yabangan kami ni jasper... Wahaha... Sayang! Dapat ako yung PM!!! Tsk! Tapos nakita na ulit namin sa wakas yung teammate naming isa... Si JM!! Yipee!!! Pero sayang nde kami nakapag-debate na kaming tatlo... Pero ok muna na ganun... Kasi dapat maayos namin ang preptime... Para maganda ang split... At lahat ng cases bumebenta...

Ayon... Tapos na yung debate na sobrang gulo (si jasper mejo natuwa kasi narealize daw niya na mas magaling xa kay monica at kay diane... Tsk! Yabang!)... Umalis na si sir mark... Tapos xempre c jc na ang nag-take over... Ayun! May bnigay xa ng topics to matterload...

• Visiting forces agreement
• US/Philippine Relations
• Nanotechnology
• Oil Freeze
• Clemency Erap
• Nuclear Proliferation
• Guantanamo bay

1st topic = Tupang ina!!! Ano ba ang gusto nia? Maging debater master in VFA kami? Eh nung PIDC pa ito ah? Hindi na nag-move on... Hai...

2nd topic = Mejo maganda ito.. Pero I doubt kung may matter talaga sila dito... Naisip lang nila yan dahil pumunta si hillary clinton sa pilipinas eh

3rd topic = Naks! Mejo maganda! Pero sana may matter sila dito

4th topic = disregarded. tpos na ito

5th topic = Tsk! Dapat talaga may matter cla dito...

6th topic = ok.

7th topic = hai. ok. ignorance.

Sana may matter ang lahat dito... Kasi kapag ako ang nag-adj sa lunes (dahil 7 pa lbas ko) at magulo yan... tsk!

Tapos eto pa... Sinigawan kami ni Aldrin.. Ewan ko ba kung bakit... Tae! Bad trip!!!!

Currently listening to: silence
Currently reading: nothing
Currently watching: nothing

Nagugutom ako!!!! *Bow!*

Tupang ina!!! Gusto yata ng Diyos na talagang papayatin ako... Payat na nga ako, eh mas lalo pa akong papapayatin... Hai... Kasi ba naman gabi na!!! At walang tinirang pagkain sa akin sa bahay.... Eh bawal nang lumabas... Kasi naman naka-boxers lang ako at effort kung mgsho-shorts pa?....

Kung sabagay, kailangang mawala ang aking excess tummy.... Para mawalan na ng dahilan yung iba diyan na pisil-pisilin at kuut-kurutin ang tummy ko.... Well, sino bang nagsabi sa kanya na may karapatan siyang gawin iyon in the first place? WALA!!!! Tsk!

Pero may usapan kami nung taong iyon... ABSTINENCE for a week!!! Kasi ba naman parehas kaming malaki ang tummy.... Wahaha... Kaya ganun.... Tapos usapan din naming mag-exercise lagi... As in lagi!!! Bakit? Kasi we promote healthy living, healthy lifestyle...

Eh paano ko naman makakaya 'yon? Eh ako kasi 'yung taong kain ng kain, nguya ng nguya at lunok ng lunok everytime na bored ako... Isama mo na din jan ang mga stressful days at sleepless nights. Hai nako! Tapos tamad pa naman akong mag-exercise... Meron bang exercise na hindi pinaghihirapan? Tulad ng power-abs? Sana may ganun ako... Para solve na lahat.. Hindi na ako maliligo sa sariling pawis at masasaktan ang mga kalamnan... No effort! Hehehe..

Tupang ina!!! Gawin kaya kitang lamb chops? Tapos kakainin kita? Oh di ba? At least may silbi ka na rin sa lipunan, hindi yung ngawa ka lang diyan ng ngawa.... Wala namang sense... Tapos may fur ka pa... Sige... Ikaw na ang may natural clothes... Growable pa?! Ikaw na ang bongga!!! Wahaha...

Wala lang... May topak lang kasi ako eh... Ewan ko ba kung bakit... Basta... Ganito lang ako... Trip ko lang... Paki niyo... Wahaha... Basta!!! Gutom ako... Tapos balak ko pa namang magbasa ng kung anu-ano, like social stratification, Large Scale Societal Integration, Sexual Double Standard, Societal Standards, Measuring the Degree of Bureaucratization at the Societal Level, Societal Guidance, at kung anu-ano pa....

O di ba? Eh pano ko naman maiiintindihan itong mga ito kung gutom ako... Hai naku tupang ina!!! Kakatayin na talaga kita... Kakalimutan ko na ang salitang "abstinence" for a while... Dapat akong kumain.

Currently listening to: silence
Currently reading: nasa taas
Currently watching: nothing
Currently feeling: bouncy

I just got this from blogspot with an anonymous author so to whoever wrote this, well done! This composition will make you reflect on whether you really want to pursue med. So come on, just read and enjoy!

I am an MD-to-be.

I live an unhealthy and sedentary lifestyle composed merely of sleeping for four hours a night (that is if you get lucky). Sitting for long hours in the classroom. My exercise regimen is changing classrooms, standing for an hour or two during bedside discussions, and carrying thick-paged and hard-bound medical books.

I am on the verge of caffeine addiction. All my energy has been drained from me. And the worst part is, I'm not just physically drained, I'm mentally and emotionally drained and socially stunted. Is this the price I have to pay to be a doctor, to have that right to attach to my name those two most important letters in the alphabet, MD?

Being a med student is like being handed a free roundtrip ticket to hell. For me, at least, it feels like it.

I'm not delusional. I'm not discouraging anybody to be a doctor. But, one must know and understand the realities—The truth that lies behind the typical life of a medical student.

Before I entered medical school, I already had this preconceived notion that it would be really difficult.

That was an understatement.

First year was devoted to studying the "normal". The greatest bulk of my time was spent smelling formalin in the Anatomy laboratory with the cadavers. Since my pre-med was not Physical Therapy, I really had a hard time memorizing the origin, insertion, and actions of muscles which the doctors lovingly tie during practical examinations. Hello! Of course I know the commencement, termination, and tributaries of pudendal vein, but where the heck is it? I could not find it. I bet, even if they give me the whole hour to look for that vein, I'll never find it.

Biochemistry? You need a trillion neurons to accommodate the litany of information you have to store. You'll need more than 36 ATP from glycolysis and Kreb's cycle to pass that subject. And more importantly, gluconeogenesis should also take place in your brain, not limited in your liver, because you'll really need a large amount of glucose to feed your ischemic brain.

If you can live in Neuroanatomy, Histology, Anatomy, and Biochemistry memorizing without understanding, Physiology is a different story. Physiology is understanding without the need of memorizing, which unfortunately, was even harder for me.

Moving on from first year to second year was like transferring from the Sahara Desert to Siberia. Everything we studied was abnormal. We spent hours in Pathology looking under the microscope, helplessly racking every corner of our brains for the diagnosis of a small scraped tissue. How could you tell that the patient is having a heart failure, that she has cancer and that she only has five years to live just by examining a teeny-weeny bit of stained tissue, resembling more an abstract-surrealist painting which I can never appreciate?

The essence of being a doctor nowadays is to be able to give the patient a prescription (Right or wrong, most of the time it does not matter anymore. Patients get instantly healed when they get their prescriptions) . And in our Pharmacology examinations, I usually don't get the right drug for prescription writing. Well, except for Paracetamol, but what the heck, I always computed for the wrong dosage.

Internal Medicine tackled history and physical diagnosis. Here, you'll get a first-hand experience of interviewing a real patient. It's one small step closer to being a doctor. I remembered how nervous I was approaching my first patient. I didn't know what to ask. My line of inquiry lacked coherence. I fumbled with the physical examination, wondering why I could not hear any heart sounds nor breath sounds, only to find out I wore my stethoscope the wrong way.

I've just finished third year and I'm barely alive. Third year was a totally different story. I had completely lost the idealism I had when I entered med school. I am beginning to ask myself why I'm spending the prime years of my life almost a breath away from cadavers, half alive-half dead myself. At 23, I should be earning already, And not be an immense burden to my parents. I have a high-maintenance lifestyle.

My parents would spend close to a P100,000 a semester only for my tuition.

I still had to ask my mom money for my books and daily allowance. And I know that this setup will continue another four years or so. As my high school friends are starting to save their earnings and beginning to build families of their own, I'm hardly out of med school, probably still stuck reading Harrison's Internal Medicine, cramming for a case presentation and helplessly being grilled by a consultant during bedside discussion.

Being a med student is nothing but sacrifice…. First and foremost, you have to give up sleep… Sleep is the most precious gift any med student could ever receive. It seems that sleep does not exist in the vocabulary of our teachers. Sleep is taboo to medicine except when doctors advise it to their patients.

It's totally ironic. Doctors know that human beings (medical students included), in order to function maximally the following day should at least get eight hours of sleep. Then why do they expect us to read everything, to pass all their difficult exams, actively participate in case discussions and to answer all their questions when you only get an average of four hours or less sleep per day? We're not different from human beings who need to eat three times a day, who breathe the same air, and who need to rest.

It's not as if God had given us an extraordinary pineal gland and reticular system so that have an extraordinary circadian rhythm and a long, long state of arousal. I just hope our doctors would understand that if a med student failed to read something, it's not because he was lazy. He was probably tired and had gone to a dreamless slumber because he spent the previous night like a psycho studying for three exams.

I have sacrificed time for my family, for my friends, and for myself. My whole life right now is devoted to Harrison, to Schwartz, to Nelson, to Adams, to Smith, to Green, to Kaplan, all authors of my medical books. I mean if these are the surnames of all the guys I go out with, seven times a week, geez! I would die a happy and fulfilled woman! Instead of accompanying my mom to the supermarket, I have to stay home because I have to study. My dad had already complained to me that I do not have time for him.

My friends had stopped calling me because whenever they talked to me I either spoke in monosyllabic words, or they could not understand me because I spoke as if I drank tons of tequila. I talked like a drunk. Well, in fact, I was just in the middle of a dreamless sleep.

See? How can you choose this kind of lifestyle? It' s not even a lucrative job anymore. You have to get rid of all the more experienced and old doctors to get even a handful of patients. So, if you want to be a millionaire, don't slave in the hospital because even if God had made one day 72 hours, instead of 24,
or gave us 14 days instead of 7 in one week, you're still way off your one million mark before the age of 30. Of course, I have witnessed a lot of people giving up med school…. But never have I heard, not even an anecdote, of a rich businessman giving up his entire career, just to study medicine.

Being a doctor is not something you have to decide overnight. It's not a result of your whim or a fulfillment of your parents' dream. Because if these would be your reasons, you're entering the wrong profession. Choosing to be a doctor means being committed to a lifelong journey of endless sacrifice.

You have to be sure that this is the life you want to live—that you love to live—not something you'd tire of halfway. The ironic thing is I never wanted to be a doctor in the first place. I wanted to be a writer, a novelist, or even a journalist. I was just dragged by my mother to take up medicine but fortunately after seven years of schooling, I learned to love it. Of course I still have doubts that maybe I'm really not cut out to be a doctor, leading me to think if it's really worth it. At this point, I don't know anymore. What inspires me to continue is that in the future, I know I'm going to save a man's life. And through it, I can honestly say to myself that I have made a difference in someone else's life. And I reckon, maybe that's what being a doctor is all about.

It's not working in some fancy hospital, earning big bucks from your patients, changing your cars quarterly from BMW to an Alfa Romeo to a Jaguar, nor travelling around the world magnanimously sponsored by some big drug companies. Neither is it the various letters attached at the end of your name. Being a true doctor is not treating the patient as some hypothetical case from a medical textbook. It is treating the patient as a human being, Who possesses a heart that does not only pump blood but a heart that could feel, who doesn't have a brain that is visualized only as black and white in an MRI or CT scan but has a mind that could reason, who is not merely composed of cells, of tissues, of organs, and of different systems but a human being who has a soul. Being a doctor is being able to look at every patient's eyes and seeing in their depths the hope that somehow you can make one father go home and enjoy dinner with his family, or you can make a grandmother attend her only grandchild's piano recital, or you can send a mother to be with her daughter as she enters into the complicated life of adolescence or you can transform an infant's cry to a frolicking laughter. Being a doctor means being a part of an unimaginable greatness that you can only understand if you surrender yourself to years of rigorous training and incessant pursuit of medical knowledge.

During all my interviews in different med schools, they asked me why I wanted to be a doctor. I always answered that I wanted to help and save humanity. I'm sure all my interviewers have heard that same line from countless fellow applicants. But I don't care because it's the truth. I don't know how I can do it but I know eventually I will, in my own small way. Medicine is neither for the weak-minded nor the weak-hearted. My endurance has been tested. My strength has been staunchly fortified. Medicine has changed me completely. I have sacrificed a great deal and most of the times, I may feel I'm not compensated. Most of the time, I would want to give up but I know deep in the core of my heart, I won't. For after careful reflection, I realized that being a doctor actually gives me a different kind of happiness, a different kind of self-fulfillment, which I can never find in any profession. Well, I just hope my fellow aspiring doctors are fortunate enough to share the same sentiments.

Currently listening to: 214 - Rivermaya
Currently feeling: calm