-End-

This was this week’s feel-good song. Simple, yet amazing. For me, at least.

-End Part 1-

Part 2: Med School Related Sporadic Thoughts.

I do not claim coherence in this section, I simply seek release.

IntermoduleWeekend. DoneWithNeuroPsych. NotGonnaBecomeANeuro. NorAPsych. HmmmMaybeDevPed.

ThreeModulesLeft. Pulmo. GI. Renal. TheseAreTimesThat’llKeepOnTrying.

HowManyModulesGone? BDI. Ther. Hema. Optha. Orl. Derma. MSK. OB. Cardio. Endo. Immuno. Neuro. DidIMissOutOnAny?

AFewMoreMonthsOfHelLU-IV. It’sBeenATryingAndTiringYear. Can’tWaitToStartAnew. SeemsSoFast.

PastTheHalfwayPointOfImed. TwoAndAHalfSemsTilI’mMidwayThroughMed. MedIsLifelongLearning. 50%Science50%Art.

InTheEndIt’sTheScienceThat’llBeTheBasisOfAcceptanceAndEvaluationElsewhere. WillIBeAGoodDoctor. WillIBeEnough. DoubtsDoubtsDoubtsSelfDoubt. MaybeI’llDoBetterWhenI’mFacingThePatients. SoIKeepTellingMyself. WhatIfIDon’t. WhatIf. WhatIfAllIAmIsNotEnough.

Focus. GetBack. Redeem. CrossThatBridgeWhenWeGetThere. Doesn’tMeanICan’tPrepare.

HashtagRarelyDoIFeelLost.

-End of Part 2-

Part 3: Wherein I give mention of what should be in this Part.

I was supposed to write about something I did earlier this week. Something I did not expect I would do, something I’m not sure I expected I could do, and not at all in the way I was hoping to do it. I don’t regret doing what I did, I just didn’t expect myself to do it. Why didn’t I expect it? Well, for one, I was hoping for it to be more pre-mediated, and with some build-up of sorts, rather than abruptly out of the blue such as what had happened. Secondly, I was not at all mentally prepared for it. I was a mess. A horrible, nervous, panicky, tachycardic, mess. Somehow I always imagined I’d be able to do it confidently, and, well, not that messy. Thirdly, it was borne out of a level of impulsivity that I do not normally associate myself with. Like I said. I was hoping for it to be more pre-mediated. This one was a moment that was borne out of panic and indecision, such that when the moment presented itself, my mind panicked and shouted, “GO FOR IT!” And go for it I did. Messily and much to my humiliation. Though I admit that it my mind’s sudden push may have been subconsciously pre-mediated by a line from a webcomic I read that I saw the night before.  It went along the lines of,

“You’re never gonna be happy if you go through life just letting things happen to you. You gotta DO stuff. And if you don’t know what you WANNA do, you gotta try a bunch of different things or you’ll never find out.”

So yeah, I guess deep down my subconscious decided that it was time  just try and do and just ask that simple question that was actually so hard to ask. I guess subconsciously, I was tired of waiting to see how life would deal me chances and decided that I should just grab the opportunity. So anyway, I got the Yes. The Golden Yes. Along with a subsequent Panic Attack due to the exhilaration and stress of the event and the shock and surprise that I actually did it and got a Yes. And I honestly think that I have never had a panic attack like that ever before, not even for exams or OSCEs. So yeah. Intense. Haha.

Sadly, or rather happily, that’s only part of the battle won. Since, now I have the Yes, I now need to overcome my awkwardness, my generally unapparent shyness, and gain some confidence within the next half week so that I don’t mess up this golden opportunity, because I feel like this is a make-or-break, a chance to make a good impression. I don’t want to mess this up. I need to do right. And I must NOT be awkward. I must not get tongue-tied. Not like I did this morning. Ugh. I hated myself for that. I need the confidence. Heck. I need to grow a pair. cause F yeah, I want to do this right.

And this is where I realize that despite resigning myself to not being able to write about what I wanted to write about, I was able to by not forcing myself to do it. Oh the irony.
And I guess, I just now realize that really, in the end, my biggest enemy is myself.

So no more having to do this right. I WILL do this right.
I hope.

So here’s to taking that chance, to taking that leap, because guess what, I’ve already leapt, it’s all about the plunge now.

-End of Part 3-

A wish for everyday leading up to Christmas. I tweeted these for everyday since the start of December and I shall be enumerating them in that order. I shall mark those that I have already received with a strikethrough.

1. Cinnabon (Got it, TWICE! Feel free to give me some more if you want)
2. Krispy Kreme, A dozen, consisting mainly of Chocolate Candy Sprinkle and Chocolate Cake flavors
3. Pizza. Big Pizza. Big big Pizza
4. Flavorfully Resplendent Ferrero Rocher
5. Marvel’s 5 Ronin (Graphic Novel)
6. Marvel’s New Universal (Authored by Warren Ellis)
7. A Complex Origami Book
8. Out of Oz by Gregory Maguire
9. Italian Pizza. Yes I just realized now that I asked for Pizza twice. But the first time was for a BIG Pizza. Here, I want ITALIAN Pizza
10. Tech Pens
11. Battlefield 3 for the PC
12. Something practical. Like Socks or Briefs. No Joke.
13. Anything with the Amazing Boba Fett on it.
14. Star Wars: The Old Republic Novel: Revan (Well I have the ebook version, but if you want to give me the Hardcopy, I wouldn’t mind. )
15. Anything with Darth Vader on it.
16. Darth Vader and the Lost Command (Graphic Novel)
17. Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3 for the PC because effyeah.
18. The Sandman Presents: The Furies by Mike Carey and John Bolton (Graphic Novel)
19. Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess’ Stardust Graphic Novel
20. Nerf Vortex: Praxis
21. Acqua. Gas. I’d settle for San Pellegrino or Perrier. Haha.
22. Katana Umbrella (Got it! Wahoo!)
23. Jedi Bath Robes
24. Terry Pratchett’s Snuff

There you have it. There’s my Christmas wishlist for this year. Haha.

-End-

I’ve got a feeling that this is going to be a great Christmas season. I just really do, and I just want to say it again and again. Neurotoxicity aside, this December has been nothing but fun, fun, and fun. Quassia Party, Hygeia Cultured Evening, Class Kris Kringles, End of Year Gaming with the Mongers, 2015 Christmas Party, UPM Lantern Parade, Motherland Christmas Party. Considering the Neurotoxicity and Slight ADR to PharmaElect, I’d say that I’ve had a pretty fun and pretty awesome December thus far, and I feel that it can only get better and Decembetter.

I’m still looking forward to Zimarie’s debut, a dinner party at Magellan’s place, a night at the Diamond Hotel, possibly, and most hopefully an overnight in Tagaytay with the beloved Kids, Express Christmas with the Mendozas, Noche Buena with the  Berbas, and a trip to Cambodia and BKK. Plus there’s the possibility of seeing Bau before he goes back to the US of A. So much to do, so much fun to be had. Plus I’ve got a hunch for one gift I’ll be getting, I won’t let my hopes get up to high, but whatever. Haha.

Can’t wait!

December 2011, you might just be among the Decembest!

-End of Part 1-

Part 2: A brief word on Battlefield 3 and why it’s a love-hate relationship for me.

Alright, so a few days ago, my brother got the latest Battlefield installment for the PS3. Battlefield 3. Of course, I immediately went to the campaign, and while I’m not yet done with it, I already have some very strong opinions both ways. So rather than arrange my points by whether it makes me Love or Hate BF3, I’ll just go through them in the order that I experienced them. Take note though that just because I have more Hate or Love points, doesn’t mean that that’s my overall feeling.

1. I HATE that it has no Splitscreen feature.
   I mean, come on, what’s up with that? Shooter games, especially BF games are meant to be multiplayer experiences, and personally, the best multiplayer FPS experiences for me are when you’re playing with someone in the same room, someone you can interact with in real time and real life as you’re playing. Without the splitscreen feature, you’re forced to play with generally anonymous players online, and even if you do have friends with PS3s and BF3, it’s simply not the same as having them in the same room.
   Also, I hate features that are so obviously “First World Features” which basically means that they expect you to have all the luxuries and conveniences of a First World country.
2. I HATE the Controls.
   Well I’ll admit that when it comes to the PS3, I’ve been spoiled by the Call of Duty series, but generally, according to my recollection, their controls are almost pretty much the standard controls for FPS’s on the PS since time immemorial. So if my assumption is right, then Dear EA and DICE, ” Y U CHANGE GAME CONTROLS????”
   It’s just frustrating at first and a bit confusing at times, but it’s easy to get around.
3.  I HATE the Flashbacks.
   Not the missions, but simply the premise of the Flashbacks for the campaign. I’m sorry EA, but I didn’t like it when I saw it in Treyarch’s BlackOps, and I’m not liking it now.
4. I HATE the random, sometimes hard to catch extra “controls” like the ones that you have to do to drag the fallen comrade and whenever engaging in melee combat with an enemy.
   While one might argue that in a real fist fight, you really need the proper timing and placement of blows to get at an enemy and gain the upper hand, and thus such mechanics are justified. I’d say, you haven’t been in a real physical fight. Maybe I’m just slow, but what happens is they spring the button on you so suddenly and in such a short window, that you’ll probably have to die one or two times before you realize what’s happening. While that could happen in a real fight, a real, trained soldier, wouldn’t be that idiotic in combat. I’m just saying. Plus I’m really frustrated with the part in the EURONXT where you ahve to put the gas mask on. It’s so stupid because no idiot would have a hard time putting on a gas mask like that, and yet I had to die at least 5 times, pressing the right button, sometimes rapidly, sometimes, in long bursts or one long press, just to get it right. It was a really stupid and frustrating experience.
5. I LOVE  the part in the jet.
   I’ve always been a fan of flying. but even with that aside, the jet mission was quite awesome. I don’t even feel the need to justify my statement.
6. I LOVE the part in the tank.
   It was just awesome, and while I didn’t try to steer the tank out of bounds to test how much freedom they give the player, I was just happy that they gave the player such a level of control over the tank, it really brings me back to BF2. It was awesome.
7. I LOVE the better realism when it comes to gun recoil.
   Simply because.
8. I LOVE THAT THEY GRADUALLY REMOVE THE AIM ASSIST.
   As the difficulty increases. And while it doesn’t make things easier for me, it has always been a point of argument by us PC gamers that when it comes to inter-console gaming, PC gamers are the best. This has almost always been based on the premise of more available controls and the absence of any aim-assist that helps console gamers navigate and aim using their thumbs.
   While this doesn’t mean that I’m willing to accept console gamers to be at par with PC gamers in FPS’s, I find it to be a welcome change that makes things a lot more interesting.

Overall, I guess I still really like BF3, but the lack of a splitscreen feature is a really sore point for me, and just because of that, if I were to rate BF3, I’d give it a rating of 7.5/10.

-End of Part 2-

Part 3: Wherein I answer a question that was asked to me by a friend, but I never got around to answering.

A few weeks ago, my friend asked me, “Jimpo, bakit wala kang girlfriend?”
It got me thinking and not thinking.
I guess I just didn’t want to answer with all the other people in the area at the time, I kinda felt like it was a “hot seat” kind of question, even if it wasn’t.

And  since this is MY blog and people generally don’t read it anyway and I just want to say it out loud without having to actually say it out loud, I guess I’ll answer it here.

I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment because living is simple. Being single is just so easy and convenient, no one to report to, no one to check in on, no one to worry about. It’s just so easy to let things be as they are and let the currents of time and life carry me on to wherever they’re bringing me. It also kinda helps that, of late, med school has been pretty toxic.

It’s just so simple and easy, and while it would be nice to have someone, I’m long past the phase where I’m missing or craving the attention given to me or being able to dote on someone. I’m just living my life the way I feel like living it.

Though I’ll admit that of late, I’ve been feeling academically unmotivated, and while that may be attributed to a lack of a muse or a someone who cares enough to be a control system for my laxity, it can as much be attributed to anything else. You see the interpretation that you want to see most.

Though, of late I have been wondering if perhaps it is time once again to find myself a muse to guide my path. Already I have one in mind, but with all the toxicity in med and simply enjoying the simple life, I’m just not yet in the mood to pursue, rather, I’ve been letting fate determine the opportunities, and when I do get chances to interact with the one I have in mind, i just try to be friendly enough that I’m able to make sure I’m not invisible.

But who knows? Maybe with a New Year will come a renewed vigor that’ll drive me to become more proactive, maybe perhaps I shall pursue, or perhaps I shall just let the currents of life carry me on. Only time will tell.

Though I must say, “Ang ganda niya talaga.”
And, “pwede bang imbes na yung post ko yung i-like mo, ako na lang?”
Haha. Potek anlandi.

Motto of these past few months: “Living is Simple”
-End Part 3-

Dear Sembreak,

Fare thee well old friend, we both knew that ours was a relationship that was never meant to last. We have had some great times together and though we only met once a year, the wait was always worth it. Though it may pain me to know that we will never see each other again, it also means that both of us (or maybe just me, I don’t know about you) are moving on to greater things. I would just like to take this moment to thank you for all the years of companionship you have given me, those moments together shall always have a special place in my heart.

Your friend, Jimpo Berba the LU4 Med Student.

Once again I find myself attempting to revive this repository of ruminations and reflections. Perhaps just another one of many repeated and failed attempts to rekindle the flame of verbosity and reflection, an attempt to rectify the deterioration of my grammar and insight.

As I find myself facing the end of my final sembreak, I find myself procrastinating once more, procrastinating when the semester hasn’t even started. Next thing I know I’ll be cramming before it has even started. Deep down I both blame and don’t blame myself for putting off all the things I need to do for the sembreak. What were these tasks that I failed to accomplish over the sembreak?

I. Daily Drawings.

I told myself that once the sembreak would start, I would catch up with my Daily Drawings, but instead I just chose to bum around and put it off for the next day, day after day, and thus in my little black book, I am still in the past, in early October, more than a month behind, even farther behind than I was when the sembreak started.

II. Study in Advance.

I told myself I’d study in advance, not only because the test is 3  2 days after classes starts, but also because my first week of classes will be quite a killer even without the mid-week test.

Training everyday except for the day before the exam, Palarong Med on the weekend.

Research everyday. That means skipping class to work in the lab, that means I won’t be in some, maybe most of the lectures, so let’s just see how I’m going to learn without studying in advance.

III. Train/Workout Every/Almost Everyday

I just didn’t. I trained once, ran on the treadmill once. After that, I just lost the drive. I can’t seem to motivate myself to exercise regularly unless it’s forced upon me or there are people with whom I exercise with who can enforce the schedule or the exercising.

In the end, it all boils down to a lack of motivation and inspiration. I just don’t feel motivated to be productive, more so than usual. I feel like I need something to motivate or inspire me to do things, to work hard, to aim for something. In some ways it just really sucks that I never got around to having the reward-based kind of motivation. It’d probably help it I did.

But I don’t. Oh well. Sucks to be me.

-End of Part 1-

Part 2:  Graphic Novel Hitlist

This is NOT here to serve as a wishlist, rather it is to serve as an easily accessible place for me to place my latest wants in graphic novels so that I can delete the note in my cellphone.

I. Marvel

A. New Universal (Authored by Warren Ellis)

B. 5 Ronin

C. X-Men: Curse of the Mutants

D. X-Men: Age of X

II. Star Wars

A. Quinlan Vos

B. Riptide (Not actually a GN, just placed here to take note)

-End Part 2-

Part 3: Reborn, Really?

Rather than a reference to this blog, this actually refers to a feeling of rebirth I had a few weeks ago. Despite my feeling of rebirth, I find myself having fallen deeper in my ways and not really being reborn in anyway at all, except maybe for a slightly different hair that by now looks just the same as any general haircut I’ve had. I guess my hair can be used for a metaphor for that rebirth, a welcome perceived change, but not really any different in any other way. In other words, a failure of reincarnation.

But perhaps there’s still a chance to prove that something has been reborn, perhaps now I might actually have the balls to do what I want to do, and no this is not a general umbrella statement but rather a specific reference to something I hope to accomplish before it’s too late, before I miss my chance, if I haven’t already.

We’ll see, we’ll see if I’ve found my balls.

-End of Part 3-

Part 4: Admitting to an Addictive Affinity for Amusing Alliterations

I don’t know if anyone who’s read my entries, not that there generally are readers, has noticed that with my later entries, there have been quite a few alliterations, mainly in the titles of the Chapters and Parts. I just can’t help it, Alliterations are just so Amusing.

They say that the first step to recovery is acceptance, I accept that I am decidedly drawn to allusions and alliterations. I’m just not quite sure if I want to recover. It’s too much fun.

-End Part 4-

Here we are once again, oh non-existent readers, to an end of another pointless entry full of ruminations and vanities, hopefully in the future I shall be writing on more relevant and significant topics rather than rambling repeatedly about myself. I can only take comfort in the fact that this, despite it’s self-centered nature, serves as a whet stone against which I can sharpen my dulled sense of grammar and verbosity.

‘Til next time, Koyacyi!

Task list:

• Compre
• FoodArt (Will it still happen?)

Flight in 5 days. Excited. Very. No Sarcasm.

For the expedition, ARC Trooper Training (Starring Artie and Jango) or Clueless’ Adventures feat. (who?)

2.5 more days til the Compre, and I’ve barely (read as have not) studied anything. Well admittedly, at least 2 subjects are still relatively fresh in my mind thanks to the 2 finals I took earlier this week. But still, sometimes it makes you wonder, just how much are we truly learning? Ill admit, most of the hard, solid, specific facts I learned this year, I won’t be able to just say on the go. Maybe if given a question with a set of answers, I’d be able to recall or deduce something. But will it be enough?

Does a comprehensive examination, while it’s name is derived from its coverage, rather than it’s objective, really fulfill it’s purpose of gauging and evaluating the students through the SY? Does it fulfill its purpose if the students study EVERYTHING right before? OR does it fulfill it’s purpose when students study cases and just skim over previous examination questions? OR does it fulfill its purpose when the students DON’T study for it, and simply rely on stock knowledge?

I’m not saying I didn’t learn anything from a year’s worth of medical education, in fact it’s still the opposite. I learned a lot, a whole lot more than I may have put on in the first paragraph. But that is beside the point, because the way I learn, well maybe it’s just me, is NOT by memorizing the nitty gritty facts and details, but rather from getting the gist of the theory and trying to deduce and relate things from there. Is that necessarily better? I don’t know. But given such a style of learning, I doubt that I’d be able to do well on an exam that measures learning by one’s memorization of the hard facts. Though I myself admit, given all that’s happened, and been learned in the duration of the year, there are of course several concepts and ideas that I have forgotten about already.

Then comes the other half of Medicine. The ART of Medicine. This is where I think I might have learned even more, because even Medicine is not just about Science and facts, it is also an art, a skill that must be honed, a way of being observant, keen, and able to deal with people and patients. Most of our consultants who are really good professors keep telling us that it’s not just about the grades and that it’s more of the art that is important, especially when dealing with the patients directly. But no matter how much we students want to believe that, there will always be the fact that our grades are the only real, objective evaluation methods that can be used by any institution, organization, or university can use to assess our proficiency and effectiveness as a doctor.

In the end, it really is about balance and a good learning style I suppose, one must be able to devote time to learning but the Art and Science of Medicine, without one being sacrificed for the sake of the other.

Yet that isn’t at all my real reason for all of this.

My real reason is that I’d rather procrastinate some more.

After all, summer’s just around the bend, last week was a burn out, the comprehensive exam coverage is just too vast, and I really just don’t believe in it as an appropriate nor effective measurement of the students’  education.

-End Part 1-

Part 2: Judgers be Judged.

I try not to be judgemental and I try not to let labels and classifications get in the way of my understanding people. I try not to stereotype. I try. But sometimes it’s hard not too. Sometimes, they just prove the stereotype, sometimes they show you that you have a right to be judgemental about them.

It’s become a pet peeve of mine, the way some of Them behave. Maybe what a professor of mine once said is true, maybe as a people, they really are suppressed in the area of origin such that when they do step on our land, they do all that they do that just irks me so.

Maybe they lack the discipline to observe common courtesies, maybe they don’t respect those that aren’t their own enough, maybe they’ve got the misbegotten superiority complex, maybe they really are just arrogant.

Maybe it’s just us they don’t respect, maybe they just look down on us, maybe they think they’re better than us, maybe they think they don’t have to obey our rules and show us a modicum of courtesy and respect despite coming to our land.

Maybe, maybe.

Or maybe they just don’t care, no matter what the situation.

(I would just like to clarify however, that I still do not intend my negative ramblings toward a certain group become an umbrella statement that can be attributed to all of their kind, it is actually just addressed to the subset of that group that does those actions that irk me.)

Maybe they need to be taken down a notch, maybe they need to know that they’re on our soil and have to follow our rules and observe courtesy as defined by our culture.

Maybe we have individuals in our group as well that facilitate or accommodate to such behavior of theirs that allows them to think that they are better. Perhaps we have some people who let them see us as beneath them, who let them think that we can be pushed over and disrespected. Maybe.

I’ll admit, our people are to accommodating and patronizing of foreigners. There’s a difference between be hospitable and letting foreigners trod on us as they do.

There are those who let these aruetiise think that they’re better than us.

But that doesn’t give those aruetiise a right to do what they do.

This is our land, these are our rules. Respect them or stay the hell out.

-End Part 2-

Afterthought: I had plans for this next entry in terms of content, 4 parts. But in  the end I only felt like talking about 2 parts. maybe next time.

Until then,

Koyacyi!

It’s mid-March and I realize that the schoolyear’s about to end, very soon I’ll be done with my first year in Medicine, done with LU III. It’s a strange sensation, looking back at how long and how fast it all went by, another year gone, another year added to my age, another year scratched off those seven years. Pretty soon I’ll be halfway through my seven year course, my way to becoming a physician. Is it not strange how fast time flies?

3/7 or 1/5

When taken from either perspective, it seems like a long way to go, yet at the same time, when I realize how quickly each year flies by, how fast the past year, the past 3 years have gone by, it makes me realize how fast life goes and how, in a few years, a few more quick, excitingly fast, and educational years, I’m actually going to be what I’ve set out to be. Or part of it at least. I don’t plan on just becoming a General Practitioner of course. (Not that there’s anything wrong with being a GP, I just don’t want to)

That also means I need to shape up, something I’ve been telling myself repeatedly. After all, I need to prove myself worthy of so many things…

• Worthy of the respect, and the responsibilities accorded to me by my parents.
• Worthy of the gifts and blessings given to me by the Lord.
• Worthy of the money and subsidized education granted by the Filipino People. (Yes, I do have a shred of nationality and a pinch of gratitude)
• Worthy of the honor and distinction of The University of the Philippines’ College of Medicine
• Worthy of the respect of my friends and colleagues
• Worthy of the trust and faith of my future patients

And well, to reach that, I’ve still got a pretty long way to go and a lot of things to do. But I’ll get there. I know I will.

I may not be as driven, I may not be as studious as I should be, I may not be as responsible, but I know what I want, and I know I’m going to get there.

I don’t believe in giving up or going back on my word.

The most I’d believe in is ba’slan shev’la, but even that I don’t take lightly.

Oya! Let’s hunt!

-End Part 1-

Part 2: Walking the Walk, Thinking the Thought

Ang mga UP elitista.

There’s no doubt about that, though elitist isn’t used in it’s proper usage when used in relation to UP. My friends told me the proper term for what UP students are. I just can’t remember what it is. But in essence, that’s what we are. Elitist.

Not in the sense of material wealth, no question there. What we have is an intense pride in being UP. A pride in being part of THE premiere University of the Philippines.

Oo na, elitista kami. After all, in our eyes, how can any other university compare itself with UP.

There’s no question mark there, because there is no question, just an answer. They can’t.

What more if you belong to The College of Medicine?

Four letters that denote such prestige, that we can’t help but let it get to our heads.

UPCM kami eh. ano pa kelangan ko sabihin?

Just this afternoon, I was walking in the mall and I realized something.

I had begun to look with some disdain on anyone who looked like a student but wasn’t part of the white colleges.

Well fine, disdain’s such a strong word, perhaps it would be better if i described it with a quote from my mind.

“Tsh. Di naman kayo naka-white eh. whatever. haha.”

Harsh? a bit. but then again, even within the white colleges, I have my own discrimination, but that is more due to my opinion on their uniform. haha.

So okay fine, Elitista nga, but can I help it?

I mean, how many people can say that they’ve only had one college? The UPCM. Just 40 students a year, sometimes not even that many.

I’m not saying, we necessarily deserve to be mayabang, but it was bound to happen.

And therein lies the second point of this part, the Yabang ng UP, while inherent, shouldn’t just be such. It still has to be earned and deserved.

We students of The University of the Philippines can’t just use the UP name as an honorific, we need to earn the subsidy and trust of the people that is given to us.

Earn it because we owe it to them. We owe it to the Filipino People.

In fact, while there may be a point in Yabang UP, it would probably mean so much more if we took pride in the fact that we deserve the gift given to us by the Filipino People.

What we should be, instead of Yabang UP, is…

Ang Mapagmamayabang ng Taong Pilipino.

-End part 2-

Part 3: The Child Inside.

AFAA was a flop. In some ways. well as a personal form of entertainment, it went great, but it’s a far cry from what inspired me to start it. but still, AFAA.

What I need is a creative outlet, something or somewhere that I can just lose myself in, let tunnel vision take over and let the creative energies flow forth. That’s why I dabble here, I dabble there. Maybe this summer I can do more than just dabble, maybe I can do more than just leisure. Maybe, just maybe, I can bring things to life.

-End Part 3-

Koyacyi!

Hit List:

HD202 Ex2

Geria Interview

Growing Up Paper

HD202 Ex3

IDC211 Paper

OSCE

IDC 211 Presentation

HD201 Finals

OS206Finals

Compre

Foodart

Oya! Let’s hunt!