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Detaching an appendage
As far as I can remember, I have always liked writing. I remember keeping a diary in grade school where I wrote about my day. This affinity for writing led me to participate in interschool journalism contests which—aside from giving me my first taste of defeat—cultivated my interest in the field. In high school, I kept a giant notebook where I wrote about my week: classmates, crushes, and Friday…
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Etiology and mechanisms of an atypical course
Etiology and mechanisms of an atypical course
Note: This article appears in Connexus magazine of XUJPRSM. To those who don’t have a physical copy, here’s the link: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1hjQgJ08ksIWzcbU9GRnEjFpGwF58G_F3
A meme that describes my sentiments
When I graduated from high school, I was resolute in studying a discipline that entails a lot of writing and a schedule flexible enough not to compromise sleep and social…
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A celebration with friends whose invitations I constantly declined in a course of ten months – because Med is a jealous, demanding lifetime partner – but were understanding enough. #23on23
"There's a rainbow always after the rain." (South Border, 2005)
📷 by @evan.aranas
Therapeutic (adj.) Synonyms: Dipping in initially cold water at 5 p.m. Submerging to listen to slightly strong currents flow Floating to see narrow rays of light pierce through lush greens (at Camiguin Island)
They say the best things in life are free. That includes witnessing a new day unfold – as the dark, blue sky shifts to a mix of fiery orange and red – while traversing the sea at 4 a.m. with friends on the way home. The painting-like spectacle put on by the sky is comforting as it reminds me how another day – another chance to be better – awaits.
I know I'll wither so peel away the bark 'Cause nothing grows when it is dark In spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear I see it all so clear –OMAM
Paradox
Note: This post will be edited continuously as examples of and anecdotes on paradox surface in med school. I learned to keep things to myself yet be sharing. Finding out I was deliberately excluded from a class-generated learning effort, primarily because of my blood relation to a faculty member i.e., mother, drove my primal instinct to stop any form of lesson-related generosity. I’m not the…
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At the end of the day, only you can help yourself.
Blip on the radar
Blip on the radar
It’s quarter to 6 p.m. and as I warch the sky turn from fiery orange to dark blue, a strong sense of nostalgia hit me — for things that once were but will never be; for things being the way they are but will never be the same again. I suppose a more fitting word describes this wave of emotions; ‘nostalgia’ is the closest I could find. I remember how, when I basked in my so-called funemployment…
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Post-practical exam post
Thoughts after the practical exam that are exceed Twitter’s character limit and are far from structured but serve as a form of catharsis: I am utterly disappointed with myself. Although I’ve spent a lot of time and effort; prioritized studying over leisure time and bonding with friends, I doubt my scores will reflect such. I say ‘will’ because although our third bimonthly grades have yet to be…
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Rudy Fernandez: books, caterpillars, and Culion
Rudy Fernandez: books, caterpillars, and Culion
Today, Fr Rudy passed away. I remember him a kind person full of wisdom and wit when I interviewed him for an article for The Crusader Pub. *** Rudy Fernandez: books, caterpillars, and Culion By Louren B. Aranas Seventy years ago, he was a sickly and inquisitive boy whose childhood in an island ignited his love for nature and lepers. Today, he resides in the city and helps enrich the spiritual…
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Currently dealing with the stage of acceptance the partly carefree, Christmas-slash-sem break has ended, and acknowledging the sense of urgency related to classes resuming next Monday
My best friends have high hopes 2017 is our best year yet.
Annual Christmas party with friends since the first few DevCom days characterized by awkwardness
Of tests and reasons
Of tests and reasons
At immensely stressful times — compared to my undergrad years, the stress of which, I realize, is a big joke by now — I feel the need to continually ask and remind myself of the reason I am here. When I was still an aspiring med student, I told myself I was afraid of becoming a student who studied only to pass exams. Because, really, what’s the point? What happens after passing all written,…
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