It seems surreal to think that I have actually gone through three years of medical education. 10 hours after Grand OSCE, it finally dawned on me that I have actually survived three years of this what-ever-it-is-that-you-might-call-it. It's always been a good combination of various flavors of life (bordering extremes of the good and bad and all in- ( Read more... )

Well, actually not a babble. This is my reflection paper after my two-week rotation in community medicine during my third year in med school. When the community medicine rotation is nearing its end, I thought to myself that it ought to be longer. The amount of learning and realization that one acquires as he or she goes through the rotation is huge ( Read more... )

There is nothing that sets me off quite bad more than condescension. I never said I was that good, and quite the contrary is my opinion of myself. Which is why I’m on a constant struggle toward betterment ( Read more... )

Life is a lot easier when you don’t let negative thoughts weigh you down. You know your truth, and that’s enough.

I’m just tired of defending my opinions, and ultimately myself to anyone. People can think what they want to think. I couldn't care less.

Our time is past. For a fleeting moment, we allowed ourselves to be suspended in midair, in a dream, not minding if time freezes around us. We had our time, but it is now gone. It is a different time, you are a different you, I am a different me. I was almost sure you were the one, but the world was kind enough to divulge that you were part of a ( Read more... )

My problem is I tend to read too much subtext. I think I read through too much. The little things, what’s not told ( Read more... )

Let me tell you the story of a 54 year old woman whose name cannot be mentioned, but allow me to address her here as FG.

In the outskirts of Balindong, one of the municipalities in the 2nd District of Lanao del Sur, one may find her humble home-a small hut housing her and her 7 grandchildren; youngest of them is a 2 year old girl, and the eldest ( Read more... )

It’s officially the school year’s last non-final exams week. Lots of cramming and learning the past year. I refuse to be anxious about the Comprehensive Exam. I’ve got a few more weeks (maybe one or two more!) of studying until I finish my 2nd year as a medical student (in shaa Allah).

It has been a year filled with transes, and Harrison’s, and ( Read more... )

It occurred to me that I've been writing less and less... and less for the past two years ( Read more... )

Lifeline

The rapid upstroke and downstroke
of a single line
moving regularly in that tiny screen;
and a constant beeping
that has seemingly penetrated my skull
until it is etched deeply
that I hear it in my restless sleep.

The tubes and wires
that are connected to you,
so disturbingly mundane,
it is hard to believe
they are what you call a lifeline.

You lay ( Read more... )