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Tuesday, February 3rd, 2009
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OMG WTF BBQ!~!!!! CHICK COREA, JOHN MCLAUGHLIN!!!! CHRISTIAN MCBRIDE!!! THIS IS THE JAZZ CONCERT OF THE DECADE!!!! AT SA PILIPINAS SILA PUPUNTA!!!!! I HAVE TO SEE THIS!! NO MATTER WHAT!!!!!! AT SA FEB 13 NA SYA!!! ARGH!!!!
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Tuesday, December 30th, 2008
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To know more about the
Ateneo School of Medicine and Public Health
COME AND JOIN THE OPENHOUSE ON
January 11, 2008
Details about the curriculum, facilities, faculty, student life, and frequently asked questions will be discussed.
Deadline for submission of application: January 16, 2009, 5:00 p.m.
For inquiries and RSVP, contact Nikka (09053502071) and Francine (09283367554) .
To receive updates on the event, add:
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SEE YOU THERE!
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What is the ASMPH OPEN HOUSE '09?
The ASMPH Open House ’09 is a half-day event to be held on January 11, 2009, 07:30 am - 01:00 pm.
It aims to showcase and answer questions from interested applicants and their parents regarding the school, its curriculum and matters alike.
It includes an interaction with the upper pioneering batches to illustrate how life and culture is as a medical student of ASMPH, followed by a tour of the school and the Medical City.
TRIVIA ABOUT THE ASMPH
Administrators and Faculty are among the best in the country
- Dean of the ASMPH, Dr. Alfredo Rafael Antonio Bengzon MD., MBA., was Secretary of Health, Peace Commissioner, and Vice Chair of the Philippine Negotiating Panel for the U.S. Military Facilities during the presidency of Corazon C. Aquino; and currently the President and CEO of The Medical City in Pasig City
- Associate Dean is Dr. Maria Eufemia C. Yap, M.D., M.Sc.
- Director for Academic Affairs and Faculty Development is Dr. Ma. Luz S. Casimiro-Querubin, M.D., FPPA
- Faculty members are from the top medical schools in Metro Manila
Facilities are suitable and conducive for learning
- Well-equipped classrooms and laboratory rooms
- One microscope and set of prepared slides for each student
- Library with growing manuscript and electronic references
- Photocopying service and lockers
- Wi-Fi connection within the school premises
Early and Varied Hospital and Patient Exposure
- Patient and Hospital Exposures as early as first year (Physical Exams, Obstetrics, etc.)
- Clinical internship during the 5th year in affiliated private and public hospitals
ASMPH provides scholarship for deserving students
- Scholarship is granted to students who apply and qualify on the basis of financial need and academics – For details, inquire at the Administration at 635-9804
Integration is the Key: Modular System of Learning
- A particular module deals with a specific organ-system. All subjects related to the system are integrated and studied in the context of the module.
- Management subjects and Public Health implications of the subject are also incorporated into the modules.
- This facilitates better understanding and comprehension of the entirety of the particular system
First Medical School in the country to offer a double degree: MD and MBA
- Part of the ASMPH mission is to educate and train future physician-leaders — In order to become a physician-leader, knowledge of medicine alone is not enough.
- The management program provides the opportunity for the students to understand and put into practice management concepts and skills that will enable them to effectively utilize existing systems and available resources during their clinical practice to provide quality health care and help improve the country’s health system.
APPLICATION REQUIREMENTS
Eligibility:
1. BS or AB Degree (graduate of graduating)
2. Satisfactory performance in the following required courses:
A. General Biology/ Zoology/ Botany (3 units lec, 1-2 units lab)
B. Cell and Molecular Biology (3 units lec)
C. Biochemistry (3 units lec)
D. General Physics (4-5 units lec and lab)
3. NMAT score with a percentile rank of 80 or higher
Application Requirements:
1. Duly accomplished application form
2. Application fee for SY 2009 – 2010:
Php 2,500.00 (local applicants) or
$ 300.00 (foreign applicants)
3. Original Undergraduate and Graduate (if any) Transcript of Records
4. Official NMAT Results (Original or Certified True Copy)
5. Recommendation Letters (2) from the following:
Dean/College Secretary
Chairman
6. Personal essay about yourself and how you envision yourself 10 years from now. Guidelines for the essay:
3 pages
Font: Times New Roman
Font Size: 12
7. Panel Interview
Submit your completed application form and other requirements to:
Administration Office
Ateneo School of Medicine and Public Health
ASMPH Building
Don Eugenio Lopez Sr. Medical Complex
Ortigas Avenue 1604
Pasig City, Philippines
Trunkline: 7069085 to 87 loc. 3004 or 3005
Directline: 6359804
E-mail: asmph@admu.edu.ph or asmph07@yahoo.com.ph
Deadline for submission of application: January 16, 2009, 5:00 p.m.
Want to know more?!?
Meet the students, faculty and staff of the ASMPH
on
January 11, 2009
07:30 am - 01:00 pm
Chung Te Auditorium
Ortigas, Pasig City
RSVP to Nikka (09053502071) or Francine (09283367554)
ASMPH OPEN HOUSE 2009
Ateneo School of Medicine and Public Health
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Saturday, December 27th, 2008
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From: http://vicissitude-decidido.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-is-fucked-up.html
So, I just had the worst day of my life.
At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.
This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.
My brother and I were playing golf at the South Course of Valley. We were on the 3rd hole, and we see two golf carts going past us, overtaking our flight, and setting up to tee off on the next hole. My dad goes up to them and asks them why they would do that, why they would overtake us without even asking for our permission. Golf etiquette 101. One of the guys says that they're with the flight in front of us. (So what? That doesn't give them the right to just pass us WITHOUT asking.) So, we go to the 5th hole. The flight behind us catches up with us, and asks us what caused the hold up. We said that this flight just slipped in front of our flight. So we complained to the marshall. We play the 5th hole and walk towards the next hole, where there is a teehouse, and both the flights in front of us were there, talking with the marshall. The mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur talks with my dad. Things get heated up. Voices were raised. But never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that someone would pull out a punch. Apparently not. He attacks my father. His flightmates, maybe 2 or 3 of them, rush to his aid and beat up my father. My 56-year-old father. My younger brother and I could not just watch. We rushed to break the fight. My younger brother pleads to the mayor to please stop it. To not hurt my dad. To just stop. His words still ring through my head..."Sorry na po, sorry na po...tama na...tama na po..." With his hands in front of his chest in a praying position. PLEADING. The mayor socks him in the face. My brother defended himself. My dad is still on the ground getting clobbered. My brother is the same way. I try to stop the fight, but all I can do is stop one person. There were 4 or 5 of them attacking now.
Someone breaks up the fight. I thought it was all over. The mayor shouts to his caddy: "Hindi nila kami kilala! Sabihin mo nga sa kanila kung sino ako!" And believe me, I had no idea who this person was. But now I know. He's the person who, with 4 other men, beat up my 56-year-old father and my 14-year-old brother. He's the person who sacks a pleading 14-year-old kid in the face. He's a person who, I am sure, is gonna rot in hell.
I lash out, but my dad held me back. I was screaming my lungs out, shouting to this mayor, telling him about what he had done. I said: "Nakakahiya kayo. Singkwenta'y sais anyos ang tatay ko. And kapatid ko kakatorse anyos. Anong ilalaban nila sayo?"
The mayor looks at my brother, point to his face, and says, "Tatandaan kita!" And he tells me that my brother has a bad attitude and that I need to watch him. WHAT THE HELL?! So, my brother's bad for defending his father?!
We leave. We walk to the clubhouse to file a complaint. My brother asks for a doctor. My dad could barely walk. Their group comes to the clubhouse, sees my brother. Once again my brother pleads, says sorry, and is crying. He was CRYING, for crissakes. But no. The relentless mayor still punches him in the face, and then sees my dad and goes after my dad again. Him and his friend pull my dad to the ground, pulls at his feet, and steps on him like he's dirt. I run to him and try to hold him back, holding him back by his shirt, while this other guy and this girl tries to stop me. She tells me to just stop it. I scream in her face "they're beating my father up and you want me to stop?!" I pull at his shirt--I don't let go. All I can see was my dad being trampled on. I didn't even see my brother getting beat up.
People pull them away. I get my dad, and I saw my brother. His right ear was bleeding. I freaked out. I told the receptionists to bring my brother to the clinic. I pull my dad away. People were separating us.
My mom and my older brother come. I tell her Bino's right ear is bleeding. They both look like they could kill. My dad holds my brother off, I hold off my mom. When I finally got my mom under control, my older brother gets away and I hold him off. Two of the mayor's bodyguards pull out guns. I embraced my brother from the back, just holding him back, crying. The receptionists came to us, crying, hugging me, my dad, and my mom, whispering to us to just leave. "Maam, umalis na po kayo, may mga baril sila...Maam...umalis na po kayo please..."
I am pretty sure the Secretary of DAR did not take part in the fight, but he just watched all this happen. He watched two of his sons, as we figured out, the other guy was his son, too, beat up my father and my 14-year-old brother. He didn't do anything to stop it. And this person is what now? A cabinet member. A politician.
Sounds like something out of a movie, doesn't it? But this is what happened. TODAY. The day after Christmas. To my family. And all I ask for is JUSTICE. The people at Valley Golf did not seem to want to help us. None of the security guards even tried to stop the fight. Right in the clubhouse. I came back after the fight was over and talked to the receptionists. They say they did not see anything. The general manager of Valley Golf would not give us the names of the men who made my brother's ear bleed. It took him an hour. Maybe even more than that. He seemed to not want to help us. Because, we were against the SECRETARY OF THE DEPARTMENT OF AGRARIAN REFORM and the MAYOR OF MASIU CITY, LANAO DEL SUR. They were all scared.
The world has gone crazy. Two politicians beat up a defenseless 56-year-old father and his 14-year-old son. At a golf course. I swear to God, I thought golfers were decent people. You would think politicians were decent people. I guess not. I guess they gang up on 56-year-old men and beat up pleading 14-year-old kids.
Please pray for my dad, my brother and for my whole family. Please pray that we get JUSTICE. Oh God, please, give these people what they deserve.
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Sunday, November 23rd, 2008
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I was a killer. Not just any killer, a serial killer. That I took a freak pleasure in watching my victims struggle against the ropes or chains or leather straps. I dreamt that when I had my first victim, she was a very special friend. One that I had always relied on, one that I could say had a special place in my heart. She was so special that she broke me apart. And it drew me over the proverbial edge. She was my friend, and she had to die. She owed me that much since she was special. I remember how I operated, I asked her out to talk. I was giddy, worried even; I felt the acids rise up from my stomach to my mouth. I tasted blood from biting my lips so hard. I wanted to hear what she wanted to say, but then when I saw her walking towards me in her cute little dress, my resolve only grew…to make her repay what she owes me.
We talked, and she said all the wrongs things I didn’t want to hear:
“I have a present for you” I said.
She was puzzled but was expectant. And then I snapped, I struck my fist down the side of her temples. She wasn’t knocked out cold, she was stunned. A stunned stunner and her lips bled from the blow. It was beautiful. But if I wanted to savor the moment, I had to have her sleep. And I beat her again and again and again until her eyes rolled back from the love of my fists. I took her to my house. I strapped her to chains hung on the ceiling. I watched her writhe unconscious. It was exactly 6 hours 43 minutes and 7 seconds later that she came to. I sat right at the light of her sight. Bathed in glorious yellow light, and she in front of me, was the same. But she was in chains and I was free.
“You owe me this.”
She was hysteric, panicky and bloody. She was more beautiful then than in all the times we were together. But I was kind and patient, I took my time before her beauty would be immortalized. I showed her my tools, how I would make her forever. I had knives, and nails, and screws and skinners and a dissecting kit.
The first cut was always the most difficult.
I had a very difficult time with her. She trashed and screamed a lot. But like a mother giving childbirth violence and pain go hand in hand with beauty and eternity. The universe was made with destruction. Art is the same way, we destroy to create, we bleed to achieve. Pain is transient, but such a corporeal feeling gives birth to forever.
Her screams intensify. I have already skinned her entire right upper quadrant, running an incision through her midline right above the umbilicus. I was very careful to preserve much of the skin; I did not want a marred product. Everything below the skin is unnecessary. My endeavor lasted about 5 hours, 14 minutes and 23 seconds. I recorded her screams. I want to relive this moment in the near future.
Her skin lies bathed in formalin, and I ready the plastic bathe to immortalize her skin….
In hindsight, I should have done something else to the body aside from just throwing it in my yard and constantly spraying it with an air freshener. Ants are such a bother this season.
Nevertheless she watches me everyday, her immortal gaze looking at me. But I am distressed my first effort did not seem so refined, her smooth skin hangs loosely from the mannequin I fashioned from her bones, wires and paper Mache. I should take classes to improve my technique.
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Wednesday, November 5th, 2008
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So the last week of finals in med was pretty much a text-fest. I had an average of 4 hours of sleep a day and the last two days I had no sleep.
October 31, which was my last day of exams for the 1st semester was what I would call a completely bad day. Aside from the neuroscience exam giving me an extremely tough time, I had no sleep. Next was while going home it was raining quite a bit, and at one point in the lanuza ave. intersection in ortigas ave. some taxi pulled a sudden stop on me, I managed to brake but the slippery road made the car slip and I hit the taxi which almost hit the BMW in front of it. After a few hot words and discussions we finally agreed to just file a police report and go on our merry ways. Incidentally I had the most damage since my plate holster got ripped off. The taxi just got bumped. The BMW was technically unscathed. Anyway since it was no one's fault [technically it was mine, but hey I can't control the weather] the damage will just be paid for by my folks.
Anyway further along the day I was supposed to pack my stuff for my two and a half day stay at Macau. This would be the first time I would take a trip by myself. Anyway I could have just brought my clothes as hand carry but my parents needed my luggage so around 1/5th of the actual space was just clothes and weighed in only at 9.2 kg during check in. The night was really just me being unable to sleep out of pure exhaustion and just chatting with some friends.
November 1, the day of the actual flight. Me and My brother's in laws [who were in manila for a ping pong tournament] were picked up by my uncle, and we went on our merry way to the airport. Getting there wasn't really much of a struggle since it was all soul's day and many were already in the province at that point. It took about 30-40 minutes only from my place to manila. Also lucky for me was that the airport was really senescent during that time again because it was all soul's day. I was there pretty early. My flight was 1230pm but I was there by 840am. Luckily I brought a book with me [heroic leadership by Cris Lowney great great great read] to pass the time.
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By the time the gate rolled opened up for luggage check in I was a quarter into my book. Funnily enough it really was not so much of a hassle checking in luggage, the security checks, payment for taxes and everything else went smoothly as can be. By the time I knew it I was in the boarding area waiting for the plane. I had an early lunch and bought a club sandwich deluxe and gatorade from deli france [which was at least 20% more expensive than it usually was outside]. Some changes I noticed at the airport was that it had new landscaping [check out my multiply pics] and that there was a massage area at the end. I wanted to try it out but the rates are at 600 pesos an hour I think [they calculate in dollars so, meh.]
I just resolved to wait patiently in my area, read my book and listen to my ipod. at about 12:20nn my flight was boarding. From here on end the flight was really just a smooth affair. The plane was not fully booked and if I had wanted I could have gotten an entire row to myself. Anyway around the first 20 minutes of the flight I was fast asleep, trying to catch up from the days before of sleepless nights. I woke right around lunch was being given.
Weirdly enough, Airline food is suddenly not so bad. I remember as a kid I HATED airline food. Now though its actually quite palatable [although at some instances it requires good ol' salt and pepper]. Anyway Arriving in Macau by myself was pretty awesome. The airport was on a congregation of small islands off the mainland and were connected by stretches of concrete bridges. We disembarked and the normal immigration procedures commenced. Just to note, is it me or are ALL immigration people cranky? Well I suppose that's life.
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Friday, October 17th, 2008
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Reposted from an email in one of my yahoo groups. A good read for those working, or those who are currently feeling a little empty inside.
Quarter-life crisis By Gena Valerie Chua Friday, August 29, 2008
I first heard it three months after graduation, over lunch with college blockmates.
Blockmate 1 (earns twice as much as any of us): I'm depressed. Work sucks. Is there any job that sucks more than mine? Blockmate 2 (recently quit his job): Mine did. I was bored every day. I'm applying abroad. Do you know how much you can earn there? Blockmate 3 (confessed bum): Money isn't worth your unhappiness. You should be dating more, I'll set you up with a friend. Blockmate 1: But how can I be happy without money? Great dramatic sigh, I'm having a quarter- life crisis. Who are you setting me up with?
And there it was, the mystifying term that single-handedly captured our 22-year-old chaos. At first it sounded funny, but when the thought sank in, we were all quiet for an uncomfortably long period of time. Did we have it too?
Since then, I've heard the phrase thrown around a lot. After graduation get-togethers have been surprisingly frequent. It could be a withdrawal symptom, you're all desperate to hold on to the certainty you had in school. Now that everything has become so unstructured, we cling on dearly to the people whom we shared such carefree, and sometimes careless days with. We reminisce about how our lives used to be, and how they are now. Many of us are in our third or fourth jobs. More and more are leaving the country to "find greener pastures," joining that ever-growing diaspora like spores drawn to more fertile ground.
There is a shared sense of "lostness," not because we have nowhere to be. No, we are all lucky enough to be somewhere, but most want to be somewhere else. Everyone tells us we are meant to be great, or at least achieve a slice of greatness. We are of that generation, the generation that has it all. The generation that never had to work for anything because it's all instant and automated. The natural expectation to surpass those before us poses an unnerving problem: What happens if we don't? Maybe the pressure has been there for centuries, but never like this. The world used to be enormous, a planet of rocks we only see in science books. But now the world is shrinking.
Everything, everyone is within reach. The overwhelming proximity of it all has turned us claustrophobic. Wherever we find ourselves becomes too small a place. We are always looking for that something, the thing that will supposedly match our destined greatness.
Upon writing this article I decided to Google the term. Lo and behold, the omniscient Wikipedia had some interesting answers. Quarter-life crisis is a medical term for the phase following adolescence, usually for ages 21-30. Some "symptoms" include: (1) feeling not good enough about one's job (2) frustration with relationships (3) insecurity about life goals (4) nostalgia for school (5) a sense that everyone is doing better than you. Furthermore, the stage occurs shortly after young, educated professionals enter the "real world", when they realize that it is tougher, more competitive and less forgiving than they imagined.
So it's not a 21st centurything after all. Ah, but Wikipedia doesn't stop there. It goes on to say that today, "the era when having a professional career meant a life of occupational security has come to an end." Indeed, it is no longer enough to get a well-paying job and do it for the rest of your life.
The lines used to be clearly drawn: you were a dentist, a doctor, an engineer, a businessman. Today, things are not as black and white. Our "real world" is now literally the entire world. We take our internships in multi-national corporations, study abroad on exchange programs, and attend art seminars in New York. We find worldwide options exceeding the imagination of those before us: techie jobs in Silicon Valley, trading in the Hong Kong stock market, even advertising for Google in hidden GoogleLand. I had a classmate who took up forensics in Maryland, while another one graduated from a famous fashion school in London. We are constantly considering so many options, debating which ones we can qualify for and which ones will ultimately help us define ourselves.
Older folks say this is generation me, me, me. We want it all now, now, now - even when we really have no idea what we want. So we end up wanting it all. They (my parents, friends of my parents, parents of my friends) shake their heads in disapproval at our inability to stay in one job. They say we can't stand any ounce of discomfort, any morsel of unhappiness. It's true. We are impatient, always fleeing from one place to another - because that is what we grew up doing. Change has always been inevitable, but if there was ever a time when each year sees changes that used to span a century, this would have to be it.
As adolescents, none of our music icons had the longevity of The Beatles- every three weeks it was a new genre of sound. One minute we were shrieking fans of the Backstreet Boys, and the next we were cult followers of Matchbox 20. We have no memory of dinosaur computers; to us everything runs at 5Mbps. Our shelves of Britannica have gathered dust; we only have to go to YouTube and streams of video would unravel. We had the networking craze Friendster, but even that didn't last.
Soon we were creating separate accounts for Multiply, Facebook and self-blogs. We shop on sites of local strangers and order via cellphone banking. Oh yes, don't even get me started on cellphones. They have rendered everything else useless: watches, cameras, music players, calculators, dictionaries, even mirrors.
Every time the world changes a part of itself, we've had to change along with it. I'm not saying we should go back to the era of i'll-be-waiting- two-weeks- for-your- snail-mail. I cannot leave the house without my phone. Maybe we've become little brats of technology, the spawn of an age always trying to outdo itself. If patience is a virtue, then the remarkable deficiency of it has become our unconscious vice. Our adult lives are an extension of our adolescent years, when coolness was attained by downloading mp3s of a newbie rock band before everyone else did. We are always on the move. We are fickle-minded, discontent and extremely volatile - which according to Wikipedia, are natural to those in their 20's. But to be in your 20s at a time when clients at work are Australians you will never see past email correspondence, then it becomes a world that gives you only two choices: move, or get left behind.
We are expected to march out into the world with iPod in backpocket, one earphone pounding against an eardrum. With our bountiful gifts from mother technology and our cross-cultural media grub, we're supposed to find a way to make ourselves great. Now more than ever, we have to prove ourselves worthy of the time we were born into. So who can blame us, for wanting to run all the time? The pressure is immense. So much is running after us and worse, there is so much we are trying to keep up with. Like the reluctant monster Incredible Hulk, we are always growing out of proportion, our clothes tearing as we expand. And so we run, gasping for air, looking for a place that can contain us.
I'm grateful for being born in an era that constantly pushes itself forward. But we were raised in a period long past mere survival, where the worst blunder you can commit is not so much failure but mediocrity. And so we make this plea: don't be so hard on us. It may now be less challenging to defy boundaries, but the world out there is still as tough as ever. Let us have our little crisis; spare us the time that we never seem to have enough of. Give us the chance to find our own corner, where we can dig and shovel and bury ourselves in. Because when the clouds clear up - when we can finally stop twiddling our thumbs and wringing our hands in restlessness - you will see what we have built out of our chaos, and you will be damn proud.
AJ Rodriguez +639188236555
A M + D G
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Wednesday, October 8th, 2008
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First of all, BLUE BOOK 2004!!!!! It's been four years in the making and well, we were beginning to lose hope for getting our copies which we paid for.
So a shout out to all my batch mates from ateneo HS 2004, THE BLUE BOOK IS OUT. It can be collected in the second year wing from 8-11am and 1-4pm. No need to bring your ancient [and probably] lost OR.
Another shout out. MIKE MANGINI DRUM CLINIC this OCTOBER 15, 2008 at the HENRY LEE IRWIN THEATER IN ATENEO.
That is all. Back to cardio-pulmo
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Sunday, September 21st, 2008
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well, I can't really say anything else about today. I lack sleep, I did not study too well and the week has only begun.This brief moment in time shall be a day I will remember in infamy the word "Neuroscience" shall ring like the tolls of death in my ears. But alas, I will endure. For what else can humans do in the face of unspeakable fury? Prepare, Pray and steeling oneself against the onslaught from the forces of thine professors.
The rain does not wait for the anyone, it falls when it wishes and recedes when it wants. And we are but observers in the grand scale of things...
Alas, Alas the week is long and time is short to prepare. I must bid thee adieu, adieu
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Sunday, September 14th, 2008
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Every waking moment we feel, we see, we touch, we see we smell. We FEEL, and yet as real as what we sense, some feel it is all unreal. The experience of reality is such that it is really, real. What do I mean by this? I mean that the human experience is surreal in its truest sense, that reality is so real that one has no other choice but to think it unreal to prove that it is in fact what it is not.
Like the paradox of the brightest light, that which no human eyes can see, yet is brighter than any star in the universe. The experience of humanity of reality can only be affirmed by looking at what it is not. An experience can be examined or ignored, it can be turned inside and out to look for meanings, learning's and signs which may or may not be there. By itself in its truest form, an experience is devoid of any alignment, be it good or bad. It is in its context that we view it as such.
Experience gives birth to hindsight and hindsight gives birth to wisdom. And in the course of life youth does not give heed to wisdom. For experience is a non-linear linear chain of events. What I mean to say, is that the human experience may take the gamut of all forms of human experience, but there are constants that shape it. Birth, growing up, getting married [or not getting married], growing old and dying are but part and parcel of every human experience. These can take as many shapes and forms as infinite as the stars in the universe.
Take for example a guitar. Luthier and guitarists alike say that no one guitar sounds the same, and yet many look alike and sound alike, but there are nuances to each that may not be a big difference to one who does not scrutinize. But to the trained ears, eyes and feel of a seasoned musician the nuances make all the differences. These nuances are what drives a guitarist to search for what he calls the "ultimate tone" that one defining sound that will say "I am."
As such, the human experience is similar, we look for many things in life. We take these and examine them in post script, in pre script or even while we are experiencing them. And then we struggle and we search for that experience that will define us.
So then, the really real, that which we feel so intensely is indeed real. We only feel that it is unreal because we are over-sensitized to the purity of our experiences. And yet like that elusive "Ultimate tone" we never tire of the search. As humans we will run the gamut of all the experiences that our choices, and the choices of the other will give us.
But in the end, this search for the "ultimate tone" will lead to one conclusion. That the ultimate tone is ultimate because it changes, and that change is what is the ultimate. There will be defining moments in our lives, but in the end changes will govern us, and our choices will make us who we are.
But it is surprising to see that who really are, changes through time. Take the time to examine experience, and each time the result will not be the same. That kiss that you shared with your first crush might mean so much during your childhood, but when reflecting on it as an adult you see something different.
We are mysteries upon ourselves. Those who say they truly know themselves may be lying or may be telling the one truth. That knowing oneself is accepting that there will always be more to oneself that one knows.
"self mastery is not knowing yourself fully, it is in accepting that you will never know yourself completely"
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Thursday, September 11th, 2008
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Saturday, August 30th, 2008
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It approximately takes 12 hours to pass for dawn to become the dusk. and then the shadows will fall. Such a drastic dialectic, one would think, that the same light we cherish bears the darkness that cover us. That in the world one side is in darkness and the other is in light. It seems...so natural that there is both light and darkness at the same time.
It makes one ponder, how easy is it to see a man turn from light to dark? For people to say that he has turned. Is it as simple as that twelve hours from dawn to dusk for a person to decide to turn to evil?
But how do people turn evil? There are as many ways to live in evil, as in to live in good. But, one never understands that evil is never evil. It always hides in the guise of good. Like the wolf among the sheep, wearing the skin of those he had devoured. Evil is something that plagues us all.
Evil arises in people in very simple ways. For one, no one in their right minds would actually go and do something terrible to other people. But Evil really does hide in the guise of good quite literally. Let us take your pranksters in general, they are out to do "good fun" but what do they do to other people to get their laughs? They tease them, hurt them or embarrass them in a variety of ways. While there is a good range for this merciless shtick; there are many times that these "harmless" pranks go too far. These pranksters have probably thought that what they were doing were in "good fun" but these games can progress to something that does hurt people.
A more poignant example. Wars, no one wants war [or at least the majority of people do not like war]. Governments frequently initiate wars for the so-called "good" but which good are they talking about? Wars are in a word, profitable, but only in the short run. If they drag on they become a toll on the state. But I digress, the reason why war is so much an option for a powerful country is that it promotes their good. May it be in the name of an ideology or a displaced sense of justice or even for unity. Blood has been spilled in the name of Goodness for as far back as history can reach....
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Monday, August 25th, 2008
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Naduduling na ako sa anatomy. Kanina pa akong umaga nagbabasa nung clinically oriented anatomy, at medyo nasobrahan na ako. Hindi na ako maka aral ng diretso. Kelangan break 30 min. aral 30 min. Nababaliw na ako. Meron namang kaunlaran ng aking kaalaman. May pumasok sa utak ko, pero kelangan lang ng pahinga...
Ngunit, bukas na ang mahabang pagsubok, at kung hindi ako nakapag aral ng mas mabuti marahil tepok ang kakalabasan nito.
Puta, ano kaya tagalog ng FLEXOR POLLICIS BREVIS? HUMIHILA SA IYONG UNANG DALIRI NA MALIIT?
Taena sabaw mode.
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Sunday, August 24th, 2008
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A brief moment can sound like eternity. As one pants through the smoggy air; no time to think, no time to say your last prayers. Here in the now, there is only the end of one's life. It is safe to say that in the noise of chaos, there is a sense of clarity. Where suddenly all that seems to matter is yourself, and that which you see.
You feel nothing, you hear nothing, you see clearly, yet you do not see anything at all. Only the heartbeat can be heard, nothing seems to matter, nothing seems to shake you. The only thing that can be felt is the numbness of fear.
Fear so blinding that it takes away everything, yet it makes everything so clear. Fear is the mind killer, but fear gives way to courage. For it is only in knowing that you fear, that you can overcome it. One who says he is afraid of nothing is lying, and that he lets his fear kill him.
In that brief moment where one fears. One can say, greatness can happen.
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Sunday, August 10th, 2008
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It only occurred to me know to ask about my Family's health history from both my parents.
Lo and behold my mother's side actually has a history of cardiac related problems [most notably hypertension]. My father's side not so much.
After hearing this I need to be more careful on what I eat and how I act. I need to exercise more often and eat rightly as soon as tomorrow or even later today.
In an effort to transform myself [with the goal of eventually losing up to 20% of my current weight. So that I can reduce my health risk by 50%.
So I will start my journal here for everyone to see and to document my progress. I am currently at 188lbs. [85kg].
Today for I jogged for about 23 minutes and did my 3 sets of 30 crunches for the front and sides.
Day 1
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Thursday, July 31st, 2008
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I got this from a friend's blog currently in YL6 at ASMPH. Oh and I was under him during ph103 brilliant lessons. His class was hard but honestly worth it.
PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE
by Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz
I have never met a man who didn't want to be loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives. When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.
And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the other's habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other? The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.
Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side. This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together. The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other's laughs, passions, sadness, and fears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.
This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility. One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other's company over the long term. If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new. Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.
After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can't accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. If you do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.
Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance doesn’t become an unbridgeable gap that leaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.
There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates.
So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seed becomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe. Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloom will come. If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger. It never occurred to me to question the dark miracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter. But there is positive transformation as well.
Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousnesses come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one. There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains. But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex.
So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may be ready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom...endlessly.
"Expressing love, increases love."
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Wednesday, July 16th, 2008
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The PHILIPPINES-JAPAN Friendship Month had been celebrated traditionally in February. It is now celebrated during the month of July to commemorate the designation by President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo of July 23 as the Philippines-Japan Friendship Day in the Golden Jubilee Celebration in 2006. Events and activities are organized throughout the month to foster understanding about Japan and its culture and deeper relations of our two nations.
( Poster and Details: EIGA SAI 2008 )
( Poster: JPOP-ANIME MATSURI )
Also, J.A.M. with us! Come join us at the J-Pop Anime Matsuri ("Festival") for this year's fun fiesta of J-Pop and Anime activities and performances, also on July 26, 2008 (Saturday) at the Grand Atrium of Shangri-La Plaza Mall, Mandaluyong City. Schedule follows:
July 26 (Saturday)
11:00 a.m.-1:00 p.m. Face Painting and Photo Session (first come, first served basis)
1:00 p.m.-3:30 p.m. J-Pop and Anime Performance (by 10 schools)*
Be there!! See you all!
Co-organized by the Embassy of Japan
(c/o Japan Information and Cultural Center)
and the Japan Foundation
* Ateneo needs support for this event! Our school has chosen to play Rurouni Kenshin's (Samurai X) 1/3 of Pure Feelings, complete with a cosplay performance / reenactment of the last moments of Kenshin Himura's battle with Makoto Shishio. Don't miss it, and spread the word! Almost everything here's for free!
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The deed is done
and the night has gone
what is left is but the throne
and the blood on your hands
The dagger, that dagger.
That which you stabbed that venerable tyrant
the beloved despot, the benevolent, malevolent ruler.
It is done, it is done.
The king is dead, his life spilled
like every common trash on the waxen floors
The morning comes
If only the sun can dry the blood away
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Let the skies cry, and the earth scream my name
For I am eternal.
Let the rain shed its blood, and the seas empty its salt
For I am forever
Let the air be stale and the waters turn back
For I am infinity
Let the skies cry, and the earth scream my name
For I am no one.
and no one, is never-ending
For I am no one, and I will never cease.
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