tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186788642011-04-21T15:12:41.419-07:00uncensored ruminations of one who is no longer a medical student but a physician still without a license-slash--frustrated writer-slash-closet smoker and frequent dater, regarding medical school and her experiences with it, relationships and her lack of it, sex and her unusual preoccupation with it, love, life and everything under the sun...notyourtypicalmedstudenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07075444993537551879noreply@blogger.comBlogger1351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18678864.post-36284590084699880002008-10-07T23:55:00.001-07:002008-10-08T00:08:20.884-07:00

I've made up with Friendsterblogs and now we're back together.I admit, maybe most of the time, it was my fault because I was impatient with him while he, as always, was stubborn and refused to budge when I asked him to align my photos at the center and not at the left, forcing me to make my paragraphs improperly captioning the next photo. He also refused to provide me with enough space in between

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Yes, I am 27 and single. Some people have been asking me recently if I have a boyfriend. I think the answer for that would be yes, I do have a boyfriend. But why, you ask, do I consider myself single, if I am with someone? It’s easier to tell people I’m single than to tell them I’m not. When you tell them you’re single, the only questions to follow will be “Why aren’t you married or in a

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The Big Read claims that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed. Take note of the following 100 books listed below.1) Bold those you have read.2) Italicize those you intend to read.3) Underline the books you LOVE.4) Reprint this list in your own blog. 1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte4 Harry

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Zoe,* the 8-year-old daughter of our Dean’s secretary frequently hung out at the Board Review Room. In her tender age, she was perpetually curious and incredibly inquisitive. It takes a whole lot of patience and concentration to be able to entertain her most of the time. Her favorite game was trying to scare the hell out of me by sneaking into the Board Review Room as quiet as a mouse and saying

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I miss wearing my white blazer and white pants.I miss going to the library to actually do research and not just to use the Internet, writing on the blackboard, the Learning Issues and having to fake your way through two hours of discussion regarding something you weren’t able to read the night before because you accidentally fell asleep. I miss parties.I miss dressing up for a party, and asking

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As I peruse through the saved pictures in my computer, I came across a few noteworthy ones that made me laugh and remember just how much fun I had at the community. Here’s to hoping you guys get the same reaction as well:Yes, that is carabao dung. Whatever made Elgie and me pose infront of animal shit, I do not know. And now, for some toilet humor… Imagine having to defecate using that toilet.

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Sheryl Cruz and Romnick Sarmienta have known each other for almost 5 years. It was love at first sight, at least, for Romnick. There was a five year age difference but that didn’t stop Romnick. Before long, the two were inseparable. It was an unconventional relationship, to say, the least, because Sheryl was brought up under the care of an unextremely strict uncle (who in my opinion, needs to get

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Most girls in my class are now weight-loss addicts. It’s not even about being health conscious, but rather, weight-gain conscious. They have their weight listed at the whiteboard infront of our class and are weighing themselves daily.I have refused to do so.Not that I don't wanna know my weight - because I do - but I don't want to be clumped into their competition of who has lost or gained the

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I was checking out the messages from my other websites when I received this message from one of my more secretive sites (meaning, one I’ve tried to remain as anonymous as ever) as a reply to a one of my posts.“have you tried girl to girl? kse ako m very anxious to try it….. you thinkyou’re up for it? or better yet, lets have a threesome with my guy? if you dont wanna do my guy, then just watch us

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As I calmly lounge infront of my laptop, searching through Bearshare for possible songs to download, while replying to online messages from Friendster, Multiply, WAYN and Manilatonite, I couldn’t help but notice the harried nature of my classmates, zoning out the rest of people in the Board Review room with their MP3s and Ipods, speedreading books after books after books, their faces plagued with

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While scanning the Internet the other day, I came upon this funny article by Collegiate Don Juan in College OTR (I forgot what OTR stands for) regarding how not to get caught cheating. In line with this, they have come up with a list of things one should always consider when considering cheating. I will of course try to modify this so that it will be culture-appropriate and user-friendly for my

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If you’ve been an avid fan of this blog, I’m sure you know by now just how crazy I am over Piolo Pascual (in my perfect world, he’s 100% straight and all those gay rumors are just so NOT true!). I just think he’s sooo hot. You know, nice tight body, a complexion that reminded me of light coffee, perfect square jaw, manly but not dirty… Ahhh… I just wanna have a taste of those red, red lips… In

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People always talk about the difficulties of interracial dating. I’m not particularly well-experienced in that aspect since the only non-Filipino guy that I’ve dated was this one Chinese guy and that story didn’t last long enough for it to be worth discussing. The rest of the guys were pure Filipinos.So instead, I’m going to talk about something close to my heart instead: Interreligion dating.I’m

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I was channel surfing the other day and caught an episode of Oprah wherein she was interviewing this middle-aged man who actually has three wives and children all living under one roof. Apparently, there is a place somewhere in Utah where a sect of people actually practice polygamy.The question in my mind wasn’t if whether we should condemn these people for their practice. It is not their fault

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A few days ago, while my parents and I were having our lunch at some fastfood restaurant, my mom asked me something that she hasn’t asked me in a long time.“Jen, have you started smoking again?”This has been a question that she has been asking me repeatedly ever since my aunt started smelling cigarette smoke from my room during my college days in Quezon City and ratted me out to my mom.“It’s

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Being a confirmed single female in her 20’s, I am frequently a favorite among friends in solid relationships to be asked if I wanted to be set up with their equally single male friends. Sometimes, if I was really bored and feeling a little depressed and unappreciated, I said yes. I figured if it didn’t work out, at least, I get to meet a new acquaintance (and a potential client for my profession

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I love my brother.He annoys me to death with his immature ways. He is incredibly makulit even when I needed him to stop pestering me. He pisses me off with his occasional selfishness. He is practically favored more by my own parents than me. He does a lot of things that none of us can do and only he can get away with… Yet, I love my brother, that little favorite annoyance of ours.Whenever I’m

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I started going to the gym again last week. I was so confident, since it was only 8 months since my last work-out, that I started doing the routine that I used to do. Then I realized that I was incredibly out of shape.I started experiencing orthostatic hypotension (OSH).Not once. Not twice. Not thrice. But almost all throughout my 1 and a half hour session.Of course, you would wonder how is it

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At the age of 24, I was proposed marriage by WrongAtAllLevels, who secretly resented my mother for not using her connections in hiring him for a job he was applying in her office, who made me give up a 10-year friendship with a male bestfriend, who hated my friends from school and berated me for being smarter than him and having my own opinions. Eight months later, we broke up.At the age of 26, I

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While reading Lippincott, I have come to realize that I am guilty of three types of drugs of abuse: nicotine, caffeine and alcohol. The acute lethal dose for nicotine is 60 mg, or about 10 sticks/day. Thankfully, I have cut down my nicotine to about 4 sticks/day so I’m still safe. Hehehe… Just trying to look for an excuse to smoke.As for coffee, I have began to develop an increased tolerance for

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Reality Bites: Why TV Life Is So Much More Exciting Than Real LifeThese past few days, I’ve been watching the complete season of Private Practice and Brothers and Sisters. They’re really good, by the way. I highly recommend it to people who loved Gray’s Anatomy (because Private Practice is actually a spin-off from Gray’s) and Brothers is like an older less moral version of 7th Heaven or an older

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I think my friends have noticed that I walk around like a zombie these past few days. It’s as if I’m there but I’m really not. I cry at the smallest gesture of affection. My sister laughed when I told her I cried when Jackie thought of me when she and the Ukay girls went to Sta. Cruz and bought me a shirt to cheer me up. I feel incredibly touched when Joy thinks of me and buys me a big bag of

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Just when I thought I was okay already, something happens and I’m back to wanting to run away from it all. I’ve kept myself busy hanging out with friends, avoided the Internet, been too sick to do anything productive anyway, and I thought I was doing well.Until, one click with the mouse and I’m back to square one.I think I’m stuck in this funk indefinitely.Hayyy… sometimes I think that maybe I’m

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I have been perpetually burdened with single friends for too long.Once again, as a testament to my friendship to another classmate, which I call Jane Doe, I had to accompany her as she waited to meet her textmate, a policeman assigned in Zamboanga del Norte who is in town for the weekend. Being her sidekick, I was the back-up plan. Should she not like to spend time in the company of her textmate,

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I just watched "My Big Love" yesterday with Mundane and I had to emotionally detach myself in order to truly enjoy the movie. Don’t get me wrong, it was a good light-hearted movie with nice kilig moments, despite the predictable plot. It’s just that somewhere underneath all those kilig moments, something got to me.If you’re fat, you will not be loved by the one you love.Kristine Hermosa detested

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A couple of years ago, one of my bestfriends, Lacoste, once joked that the reason why he and I never became a couple was because "bawal ang perfect." Funny how that phrase was something that really kept reiterating itself in my head these past few days. I had been dating this really great guy, Mundane, for the past one and a half month and for quite sometime, I had looked at him as if he was

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I’ve almost forgotten how painful it is to be rejected. These past few years, I have been pretty laid-back regarding the dating scene that I have usually been the one doing the rejecting, and not the other way around. Maybe it was because of what happened with WrongAtAllLevels, my last serious boyfriend, that I’ve been afraid to really put myself out there once again. So, even if there were other

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I just attended my highschool reunion for 2008 last night. It has been 10 years since we graduated highschool. Ten years! People got employed, married, had babies, got promoted, became good-looking, grew breasts… So many things have happened in the past ten years. When my Dad picked me up afterwards and asked me how it was, I realized that compared to most of my classmates, I actually still

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10. Good health for my family.My mom’s diabetic and she has noticed that her FBS results are recently increasing despite her double-dosing her meds. We all know that Diabetes is a chronic illness that progressively gets worse over time, despite how compliant one is with your meds… My Dad, who like the rest of my family is obese, needs no blood tests to confirm that he has high cholesterol. And he

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It has been four years since I last got the chance to talk to him. It surprised me that in the four years that he was gone, he has never changed at all. Yes, his life was a hell lot more complicated right now but deep inside, he was still the same person I knew him from before… Still laid-back, one whom you could bring to any crowd, willing to make the effort to make other people comfortable

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Having just done with my research proposal presentation, I have realized that what I'm planning to do is certainly not an easy task. How the hell do you convince the police force to incriminate themselves by admitting that they engage in sex with commercial sex workers? Hay, naku... Ang yabang ko talaga. Kahit pa ba magkakoneksyon ako sa mga pulis (thanks to the help of Van-van, Leo and Doc Ric),

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A couple hours ago, Lasa began texting me, using the same endearment that he has used with me for the past one and a half as if we were still together, asking me out once again. I'm generally a nice person and I have partially guilty feelings for breaking up with him without even talking to him first in person so I continued replying to his messages. It seems that he found out that things weren't

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VersusThere’s a really thin line between love and friendship.It has been said that there’s a certain point – the point of no return – where you have to risk yourself if you want to bring that friendship to another level. I think I’ve done that. Yet he seems to look at me like his own sister. So now, the crossing’s going to be the other way around. Konti na lang and I’m going to lose that love

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Isosorbide DinitrateI can feel the tears slowly falling down my cheeksThe lines blur and I keep pressing the wrong keysI can't work, I can't function, I can't breatheYou occupy my every thoughtsIf I could only take back the messages I've sentBut I can't.Because I'm tired of waiting for you to speakTired of swimming in the confusion you have left me to drownTired of falling inlove with an

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Wine vs. BeerI'm confused na.I like them both. Crap.And you know what's so funny, they're like wine and beer. Wine is refined, sophisticated, matured. But when you want to have fun with your friends, you go for beer because it has a different kick and it's not too expensive. You don't need to make a good impression when you're drinking beer because anything goes. Still, at the end of the day,

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This is for all the girls who have had men cheat on them.I now know why men cheat. It is just too damn addictive. That feeling of having the affections of more than one person, you dating A today, meeting with B tomorrow, texting with C every night... it's like riding a motorcycle running really fast... Deep inside, there's the thrill about being caught, yet you don't want anyone of them to find

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I didn't even feel anything. Not even some sort of relief that the whole thing was over. The so-called relationship that lasted for one year and six months has now finally gotten its closure. I knew it was dead long before I ended it, but I just never had the guts to tell him the truth.So, I lied."How do I say this? I can't see you anymore. I'm actually seeing someone..."And his reply?"For the

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A friend I call Bare-naked once told me that he thinks female doctors are "manhid". I was vehemently denying the whole thing, of course, saying things like we're not like that, we just have to control our feelings and not be as expressive or as emotional as other people because our job requires it, we too feel the same emotions, and so on and so forth.Of course, I knew he was just daring me and

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Di na talaga ako natuto.God, how stupid of me. All guys really are the same. Matapos ang lahat, wala na. At nagsayang ka na ng load, ng oras at ng kilig sa kanila.Bakit di ko na lang kasi inuntog ang ulo ko sa pader instead na pumayag maging "special friends"? Paulit-ulit na itong nangyayari, I never learn my lesson at all. Palibhasa, I am hoping that one day some guy will fill in this sense of

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I did not wish to be possessedBut I was sunk in between these checkered stripesSwimming among the blacks and the whitesI am nothing but a pawn in this crazy game,Wishing for the king,The king forever possessed by his queen.How stupid of me.I did not even intend to playI did not know howBut I got caught.Now it's your turn.Your move.

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DetoxificationA good doctor/friend once told me that, because of certain symptoms that he was starting to feel healthwise, for the next two weeks, he was going to quit smoking and drinking, for the purpose of detoxification. This, coming from one who has been heavily smoking since college and drinking at least 3x/day.That got me to thinking. I think it's time I think of detoxification as well.Not

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I must really have the makings of a future mistress.I just found out that this guy I was considering dating, Geoff Eigenman* has a girlfriend. He was almost perfect, we were compatible in almost all levels, and I knew he really liked me too. He was a guy I knew I’d actually consider being serious with. A guy worthy enough for me to quit smoking, a vice that has been my security blanket for that

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A good friend of mine just got married a few weeks ago. Although the marriage was sort of rushed, she inadvertently insists that she was ready for the whole tying the knot shenanigan. The incident, of course, made me reflect on my own semi-chaotic life and the lack of stability which was somehow becoming the road that I was traveling in.Seriously, I know I need to straighten my own life. Break up

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A few hours ago, I got an unexpected quick kiss on the lips from an ex-boyfriend, Lasa. Yes, I was touched. My hormones were on overdrive having been cast into a dry spell for the past few months and I had half the mind to pull his lips closer and just get lost in the nostalgia.And forget that he was a notorious player.Forget the one billion and one rumors that he was dating this girl or about to

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i give up one of these days, i',m gonna tell him i quit and i know he'll be okay with it though i won't be still it may suck but i won't be used anymore and i won't use him anymore and i hope no one lets them be used by him anymore...

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Leche! I have to get out of this na talaga. I have to set my life straight. Study more, be serious with internship, be nicer to my parents, stay away from non-serious relationships, avoid settling for something less. I guess I should set things straight na lang with Lasa. Ayoko ng ganitong lagi akong pinaiisip. Pinadodoubt ang capabilities ko. Pinagugulo isip ko with the constant "Seryoso kaya to

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After having spent the past few days hanging out with Cocoy and Elgie during our Molave/Pagadian trip, I was ready for some drastic female company. Don't get me wrong. I love those guys like my own brothers/future sperm donors/saviors of spinsterhood. Still, I wanted to do something first. Something I had wanted to cross on my list of things to do before I die (which will be discussed in another

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Due to insistent demand (Nyahahaha... three of my classmates lang pala. Hehehe...) here's my original graduation speech for the Commencement Exercises for Ateneo de Zamboanga University School of Medicine Batch 2007.Once again, congrats classmates!!! Doctor na tayo!!!Our distinguished president of the Ateneo de Zamboanga University, Fr. William Kreutz, our highly-esteemed Dean of the School of

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Phase 1: The IntroductionYes, I honestly wanted to waste my night fooling around with the Internet. I was From Duty and I intended to spend it lazily, at home, in my most comfortable shorts and T-shirt. But then, a classmate's text started it all:"Pauwi na kami. May ipapakilala daw sa inyo dalawa ni Allen si Cocoy. Hehehe…"I wanted to hide. I've been set up by friends so many times I was probably

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January 4, 20078:00 A.M Woke up. Feigned tears infront of my Mom for allowance. Got money. Congratulated self for good acting job done after Mom has left.8:30 AM Flooded my classmates' inbox with a barrage of messages.9:00 AM Weighed self. Proceeded to cry self to sleep because of the additional pounds gained by the holidays.10:00 AM Woke up again. Had coffee for breakfast.11:30 Had one quick

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To study or not to studyHave to study for the 2nd Compre. But I seem to be distracted by too many things. The TV, Internet, Friendster, unlimited texting, dating, gimiks, sleep...Mahirap ang 2nd Compre. Okay lang ang OB and Pedia, so with Infectious and Pulmo but I don't know crap about Microbio and Biochem. Hello? PT graduate ito, hindi Biology. And I hate Hema and Immuno. Gahddd... I'm going to

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Blind Dates and Drinking with Older Men The other night, a friend (who wishes to remain nameless so we'll call her MS. HM, as in, HIGH-MAINTENANCE. Hehehe...) asked me to go out with her for coffee and a few drinks, with a former classmate of her and his friend, just so that she wouldn't be the only girl in the group. Despite the fact that I was about to start burning the midnight oil (Emphasis

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The Blog that I Will Probably Regret PostingHonestly, I'm tired of the dating scene. I see my gradeschool friends getting married, my highshool friends in fulfilling relationships, my college friends with their Friendster accounts filled with snapshots, sonnets and testimonials about their special somone, classmates and couples who treat each other like their bestfriend. And I get envious... How

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Bumped into NotMacho, the inspiration behind "Chronicles of a First Blind Date," at a gimik last night. It takes two of my closest girlfriends for me to realize that he wasn't really all that. In fairness, pumayat siya kasi. And he looked stress-out.Arghhh!! Who am I kidding? He does have an effem air around him. Must be why we didn't click in the first place. Hehehe... Speaking of blind date, I

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Three months... and the saga continues"Bat di ka pa mag-asawa?""Kasi di ko pa nahahanap ang right guy for me."Tama ba namang sabihin ko sa boylet ko yun. Parang diretsahan ko nang sinabing, hindi kasi siya ang lalakeng hinahanap ko. "Eh, ikaw... bat d ka pa mag-asawa?"Ang retort ni lalake: "Ewan ko nga rin. Hanggang ngayon, di ko pa rin alam ang sagot diyan."Nyi! Bumawi sa akin! Hahaha...Yes.It

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I always end up dating the bad boys.You know, boys that I know are totally wrong for me. I don't know why.I met my first boyfriend, Rain, while waiting for a jeepney to school. He made sukob to my umbrella and got my phone number and home address before he had even gotten off the jeepney. A naive 17-year-old was certainly no match for this 23-year-old Speedy Gonzales who had hands and a mouth

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Boredom makes you do a lot of things. It makes you skip a previously set arrangement to go with classmates to the Department of Health to look for some material for your research (Sorry, Seph, Janet, Allen... tinamad po ako lumabas. Hehehe...). It makes you search for your old highschool class webpage on the Internet and have a laugh over your old pictures (I looked like crap by the way.

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Eh, kasi SundayI've always been understanding naman to him and his many strange quirks. He after all, does makes up for it when he can and I can really see the efforts. That is why I haven't been able to stop myself from feeling what I already feel for him. Sometimes I feel like I'm just dreaming up all these and that one day, I'll wake up and realize that none of it was true. Being with him is

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First of all, let me start by saying that I love you. I had fallen for you even when I didn't want to. I had fallen for you despite the fact that I know you're totally wrong for me. I tried to play but ended up losing the game. I know I am probably screwed but I can't do anything about it. I fell hard and I was glad to see that you were there to catch me.It gives me great pleasure that you have

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A cute guy friend of mine from college, Mr. Star Player, called me up unexpectedly today, after a quick tampuhan through text. Back then, we used to do that all the time. He'd miss call me - Hehehe... uso pa kasi ang miss call dati - and I'd be like "Hello,____? Tumawag ka?" My classmates had a blast making fun of me back then (Special mention, Debbie... Grrrr...).Yes, I admit. I used to have

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This wasn't supposed to turn out this way.I was supposed to be able to get out of this once things become too serious.Bakit hindi ko 'ata magawa?Shiyet! I think I have fallen for the fact that he has chosen me over his other girlfiend. For the unexpected cellphone calls. For his wanting to meet my parents. For his wanting to take care of me. For the plans of a civil wedding. For his wanting me to

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AGEThis has to stop.You have tortured me for too long now. It has been 6 days since I have become your favorite victim. I'm tired of this. You have disrupted my life like a unwanted visitor or dysmenorrhea during a 4-hour bus trip.The pain, the frequent inconvenient trips, the constant urge... all are but instruments to the destruction that you have brought into my life. You occupy my thoughts

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Why do I always end up dating Mr. Wrong?Lasa is sweet. He blurts out the sweetest things at the most unexpected moment and makes me feel as if he wants to take care of me. For life. We actually have a lot of things in common, much more than I originally expected. It really surprises me that as each day passes, I see more of myself in him. And I dont know if familiarity has anything to do with it,

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A friend has set me up with his friend, NotMacho, on an impromptu blind date. For some reason, I didn't feel any sparks between the two of us. Could it be because he wasn't cute? On the contrary, he was. Very cute chinito eyes, curly hair, nice teeth, well-toned physique. An 8.5 in a scale of 1-10. Could it be because he was smarter than me? Nahhh... I enjoy making conversation with smart guys.

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Lagi na lang akong talo. Buong buhay ko, lagi akong nasusulutan ng iba. Tapos, ngayon, lahat ng gusto ko, nakukuha mo. Oo na, mas maganda ka na. Mas malakas ang karisma mo. Kaso, pare-parehas lang naman tayong nabiktima. Tanggapin na natin yun. Trust me, hanggang text-text lang kami. Balita ko, mas higit na nakalamang ka pa nga sa akin. Kaya huwag na natin siyang pag-awayan, pwede? Ready naman

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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. This is the secet revelations of how medical students have gone wild in the community. (Guys, Jay-ar and Cocoy have already divulged what we did in Sto. Nino so I might as well milk the experience for what it was worth. Hehehe...)Armed with one 700 ml Gilbey's Gin, 300 ml Island Mixer, one Tanduay long neck and lapad, one 1.5 Coke, an MP3 full of songs

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Broken-Hearted Session No. 2 My chest hurts. It is a constant pain located retrosternally, diffused in character, with an accompanying intense desire to squeeze my lacrimal ducts and let the tears fall. Why the hell am I doing this to myself? Ang sakit pala ng ganito..It is six days before our first monthsary and here I am deep in the throes of a woman, hiding in shame, cusing the nature of men,

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If you want to communicate with your boyfriend, listen to him talk without any inhibitions and make him divulge all his secrets, the best way is to get him drunk.An extremely drunk Lasa met up with me and a couple of my friends who were out on a gimik, after he himself attended a party with his coworkers. Drunk to the point of no return, he regalled my friends and I with stories about how one

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I am a kept woman.I am not proud of it. But I have to embrace the fact that yes, I am Lasa's kept woman.Before you start alerting my parents and labeling me a homewrecker, let me get a few facts clear. I am not living in with him and neither is he supporting me financially. I love my independence too much to actually do that. He is neither married, separated or divorced. We do plenty of wholesome

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Things to look forward to at the communityObviously nothing... Ah, forget it.I'm going to Liloy tomorrow. I'll be missing online for quite a long time. Will you guys miss me and my blogs? Hehehe... So, see you guys in a few weeks!!!

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Everything is finally clear.I now know where I stand with him.And I now know more than ever that I should break up with him.Why the hell can't I?"NYTM... humihingi na ako sa'yo ng sorry ngayon pa lang kung masasaktan man kita balang araw..." (NYTM, I am asking you for your forgiveness as early as now if I will end up hurting you someday)I knew there was something wrong in our relationship. Now I

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Advice to Incoming Medical StudentsApparently, by some strange miracle, I am now in my 4th year as a medical student. Therefore, I have survived more than three years of medical school already... Three years!... My God, time flies so fast! Parang kailan lang nasa Ebenezer pa kami nagteteambuilduing where Allen was doing her version of the Exorcist and Ella was experimenting whther the grass is

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The Amazing SurgeonI read about a surgeon who was operating on a young boy, who in the middle of his surgery, needed a blood transfusion imediately. So, the surgeon scrubbed out, donated his own blood, ate a bagel, scrubbed in again and proceeded to continue doing the life-saving operation.Amazing, dont you think?

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Things I Should Do Before Leaving for The CommunityThings I Should Do Before Leaving for Liloy... which I haven't done and may not even come around to doing so anymore.1. Buy dermatograph.I did try. Apparently, the entire Zamboanga City has ran out of yellow dermatograph.2. Work on my Research Proposal.3. Meet with my Research adviser.It would be useless if I haven't worked on my research

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Maybe it's because it has been a long time since I had a boyfriend, but I am feeling very lost in this new relationship with Lasa. I don't know what to do. I analyze everything too much. I keep assuming things. For example, knowing his job, I thought he'll be too busy to text me at all so I don't bother to text him, unless he texts me first. But I was wrong and apparently, if we can't see each

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My Horoscope for the DayI had quite a laugh when I read this. If horoscopes are true, then I guess, I'm so totally headed for trouble. Dear mae,Here is your single's love horoscopefor Wednesday, May 31:If there's someone you've been out with once or twice whom you're not sure of, you may find yourself growing more attached as the day goes on. It's a good time to expand your romantic

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This has been the most confusing day of my life. You know how I've always wished for something incredible to happen to me, like something that will spice up my currently barren lovelife? A new boyfriend, perhaps? Someone nice who will sweep me of my feet? Public displays of affection from someone I really liked? Well, It has happened today. And despite all the confusion surrounding this extremely

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Trying to improve my Friends list in my friendster, I decided to look at the friends list of those already in my friends list. I then came across the profile of this girl in medical school - we'll call her OB Girl - who was one year older than me, whom I spent one 24 hour duty together during one of my OB-Gyne paybacks. Thinking that that already qualified her to be in my friends list, I was

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If there's a prize for rotten judgementI guess I've already won thatNo man is worth the aggravationThat's ancient history-been there, done that!I'm lost. I certainly cannot explain it. I have had this stupid grin plastered on my face for the past few days. A certain bounce can be seen on my steps. Everywhere I pass, the flowers bow down in grace, the grass becomes greener and the whole world is

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Maraming SalamatIn highschool, I got my lowest grade in Filipino. Apparently, I sucked in speaking Tagalog. So here goes nothing:Sa lahat ng mga taong nagbabasa at nagsusulat sa blog ko, maraming maraming maraming salamat. Ang akala ko, walang nagbabasa ng blog ko kung hindi ako.Andu baysab...Pero dahil sa inyo, aking nabatid na meron din naman palang mga sumusubaybay nito...Sana ipagpatuloy niyo

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PaybacksI will be missing online for the next few days. This is my schedule for this week:April 23 8 AM - April 24 3 AM OB-Gyne PaybackApril 24 8 AM - 10 AM Surgery PaybackApril 25 8 AM - April 26 8 AM Internal Medicine PaybackIf you need me, just look for me at ZCMC. I'm the skin and bones (Ha! I wish!) hiding behind the oily face, Rexona-has-let-me-down armpits, ink-covered

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The Research Proposal Presentation TelenovelaI had presented my research proposal today. Two OHP slides later and a barrage of disparaging comments had been thrown into my face."Why don't you think of another topic instead?"I was about to devise a way how to make a torade of feminine tears fall ceremoniously down my face when in comes the saviour of mankind.Or as we fondly call her, Dr.

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What is it about short white skirts that make every heterosexual male in the room look twice, convert even the most decent guy to a blustering idiot and make him lose all his inane capacity to think with his upper brain?Saturday morning. I felt like waring a short white skirt as I passed my research proposal. I figured, even if my paper sucked, well, at least I looked GOOOOD. Upon seeing my

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Damn you research!Research sucks.I would rather do 1000 NGT, 500 Cytotec insertion, 100 DREs, 50 FBC, 25 IV insertion, 15 suturing, 5 dressing and 3 Cholecystectomy assists in the OR than do research.And for those who want to ask, NO, I haven't worked on the modifications of my research yet. And neither have I met with my facilitator, even if the deadline for submission of the research proposal

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Disadvantages of Living With Females vs. MalesIn a few weeks or so, I'll be back at the community, living at some house with my medical school classmates for approximately 10 months. Combining four hot females and two guys with potential (Hahaha... Is it too obvious that I'm making sipsip to my groupmates?) makes a very lethal mix of future doctors. The weird conglomerate of fashionista,

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A Clerk's Guide To Hot Spots For Making Out in ZCMCThey barrage us with a million and one insults, consume our well-needed sleeping time with OR assists, Cytotec insertions and RBS q4, use up our tired little bodies until we are nothing but skin and bones. We deserve to be treated like humans. We too have animal urges. Therefore, between delivering babies and intubating patients, we also need

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Of Passing and Butterfly TattoosThis is the face of the girl who has passed her post-clerkship exam!Yes! I did it. Out of the three previously in the running, I am now the only one in our batch who hasn't failed any of our written exams yet in medical school. Thank you, Lord!I was thinking of putting up a butterfly tattoo at my lumbosacral area to celebrate the occasion. Kind of like something to

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The End of the RoadMy lucky streak has ended. I am about to taste my very first failing grade tomorrow in my entire medical school life. Apparently, only 6 out of 20 have passed. I honestly don't see myself being among the six. I've been enjoying life too much for the past few days that my academics have pretty much taken the back seat,. Arghhhh! Oh well...But if by some miracle I did pass the

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Yesterday was the last day of our clerkship. I'm done with hospital duties for now. As I was walking home Iast night, I realized that despite all the hardships we encountered during our 6 months in the hospital, I enjoyed the experience a lot and I would definitely be missing a lot of things/people/situations in the hospital. So, let me take this opportunity to say my goodbyes to the people and

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Fooling Around with BlogthingsWhile trying to procastinate working on my Opthalmology Report tomorrow on th optic nerve, I came upon this site. Questions are pretty shallow, but I found it cute. Thanks to my blogthings, here are the things I found out today.You Should Be a Romance NovelistYou see the world as it should be, and this goes double for all matters of the heart.You can find the romance

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Clerkship BloopersI am going to come clean with my clerkship bloopers today. For all medical students out there, let's face it. Clerkship really is the time to make mistakes. I haven't met any clerk yet who hasn't done at least one blooper during her clerkship. For the past 1 month and 1 week, these are my own confessions...1. Surgery rotation:Saw a px classified as Vehicular Accident victim. He

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Freeeeeaaaaky...Very weird things are happening at the Obi-Gyne Department. Although I am a Surgery clerk as of now, because the Obi-Gyne Department is just one wall away from ours in the Emergency Room, I had the opportunity to witness the most strangest things yesterday.A woman, gravida 3 ( meaning she has been pregnant three imes already) gave birth right then and there on the floor of the

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Mr. XI was never comfortable with the concept of death.Yes, I dabbled on thoughts of suicide and dying young during my turbulent adolescent years, like any other ordinary teenager. But hello? No one at the age of 15 is really that serious about it!As a matter of fact, I am afraid of looking at dead people inside open caskets. For many years, I have managed to maintain a two-feet distance between

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Thought of the Day...Life is too strife-ridden already without you having to fit into some fancy shadow. I learnt that I would rather be loved by five people for the person I am, rather than 500 people who are in love with the myth that I created.

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Top 10 Ways to Kill Time during the 24-hour duty at the ERUnder ordinary circumstances, life for a clerk assigned at the ER-Surgery Dep't is TOXIC. We provide first-line management for those who come at the Emergency Room due to animal bites, stab wounds, trauma, falls, vehicular accidents, for those who are allegedly mauled, raped, beaten etcetera. But that Friday evening, business was really

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S.O.A.P.Arevalo, Mae Angelica24 y/o femalePutik, Zamboanga CityS:(+) fatigue, varicose veins, and sleepiness x 8 hours during first day of clerkship, feeling dumb more than ever for not being able to know what duct is at the submandibular gland (Am I supposed to know that?), feeling stupid for wearing my paporma shoes with the 2.5 inch-heels, with associated (+) weight loss from all that walking

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My mom's a war freak...In another yelling match yesterday afternoon, somewhere in the middle of the argument, I had come to realize that the way my mom was yelling at me was the same way I talked back to my ex-boyfriend, WrongAtAllLevels, whenever we were arguing.I didn't like that at all...Does that mean that the reason why my Mom and I keep arguing is because we're too different from each other

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The Manana HabitMaybe I should put off doing my Rview of Liteature tomoow. It really boes me. Plus, I'm already tired and sleepy. I've been working on my research paper for three days now. It's not even fun... Waaahhh! I'm so sorry, Doc JB, Doc Sam... I don't think I can do this!

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Hey, joe... wana heb sam pan? Part 2Having a foreigner in the house and having to speak to your housemates in English most of the time, I noticed that some Tagalog and Chavacano expressions simply lose their meaning when translated to English. Or kung hinde, ampangit lang talagang pakinggan. Take a look at the following examples:Grabe! (Too much!)Magsaing ka na, Gie! (Start boiling rice, Gie!)

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Hey, joe... wana heb sam pan?I have never talked to an alien before.Excluding, of course, that short conversation (as in, very short, with me saying "Hi" and him saying "Hello") with an American blonde named Josh who became my classmate during Grade Six at ICES for about a week, I think. If Im not wrong, I think he sat beside me (Flashback music, please...)Bwahahaha... Fast forward to today...For

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