Good Mourning

He ended her story in the morning of November 21.

A Letter from a Brother

September 15, 2013

To you,

One of the biggest preconceptions we all had at some point in our lives before and upon entering the world of Medicine is the belief that doctors save lives. Perhaps by now you are thinking that I will say that this is a lie, since I seem to make a habit of contradicting everything you thought you knew about med school and being a doctor. I am sorry to disappoint you, for the truth straddles the in-between shades of gray as is the typical fashion in this world.

Reason to be Healthy

I don’t want to die a meaningless and senseless death.

Death has been a subject of constant reflection since I learned to commute a fraction of my way to school this semester. Walking along Pedro Gil, I often find myself asking: shall I get stabbed tonight after getting robbed? Would I get hit by a reckless vehicle while crossing Taft? Raped and murdered, perhaps?

Week Five Past Five, Still Alive

The eleventh week starts on Monday and ends the head and neck anatomy class with exams until Tuesday. Morning lectures followed by afternoon exams, with only lunch breaks in between. Such is the life of a medical student. Not only do lectures and discussions and all other class activities revolve around exams, exams are the center of our universe. This is important, remember this, they will ask this in the exam. 

A few weeks earlier (feels more like months) before another exam, a classmate fainted on her way to the comfort room. She looked really tired  before the incident, dozing off while reading our anatomy book. Didn't seem to be getting enough sleep. See, exams are even more important than sleep in this part of the universe. Studying one week before the exam is already cramming.

On the (Perhaps) First Codex

The history professor who gave me my very first INC once told us during a few lectures, non-verbatim, "Katoliko ako pero hindi ko alam kung mabuti akong Katoliko. Ayokong magbasa ng bibliya dahil baka hindi na ako maniwala." He thought the contents of the bible were mythological and there was so much violence.

A pastor from a Christian discussion I attended last December told us of a prominent sociology professor and journalist who read the bible but couldn't understand it so he set it aside.

I used to have my own set of objections to the bible. But then I realized how unjustified I was for holding those opinions because I don't really know anything about it-- I haven't even read it then. So I started reading it. I haven't finished it yet and there are a lot of things I still don't understand, but I found it a pretty addictive read when I realized what it really is about.

An intellectual Discourse Between a Nietzsche-ish Psych Major and a Kantian-ish Philo Major

Smashed Windshield Analogy

Feels like a wreck held together by Grace. 

(This image is stolen, I'm sorry!)

2 Sam 18-23

These passages from the second book of Samuel struck me the first time I read them a few months ago. This is how I roll.

What My Mind Has Been Up To Lately

I've been having trouble sleeping since the year began. For weeks now that I am finally able to sleep, I keep having nightmares. I don't remember them when I get out of bed, but they are a hindrance in resting well. I wake up almost every morning feeling like something went terribly wrong.