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About Me
- Name: maan
- Location: Philippines
i'm a total coffee addict. a hypomanic who runs and flips wild in the wards. has to constantly check on my schedule not because i forget things, but because i just obsessive-compulsively do so. i love singing and dancing so much, i just love having fun. and don't mess around with animals when i'm around, unless you want to be scalpeled down to your bones (just kiddin').
- doc Karlito
- doc NRQ
- doc Margie
- doc Jannah
- doc Nina
- atty Dyanis
- Kyx Babzy
- Buboy
- Mike Velarde
- Raf
- Ayma
- Odezza
- UP Biochemistry Batch 2002
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Needs to Get Started
It’s been ten days since the last of our shifting exams (that’s like a quarterly exam) and by now, I should have compensated all the lost hours of sleep and regained my strength. I should have cleared those heavy eye bags that seem to get bigger everyday. But regretfully, I couldn’t help but feel that the only close thing I’ve done to relieve my stress was stretch my tired muscles a bit and watch a single episode of CSI. The ten days swooshed in front of me just like that, and now, aside from still feeling a bit tired (some say that maybe it’s because I now sleep for 8 hours which is a hell lot more than what I usually get), I’m now starting to feel that tiny (but growing) pang of guilt for not studying, for not using that ten days to my academic advantage. Yeah, maybe you’re laughing at me so hard right now that you might just choke your larynx off, or maybe you want to suggest that I need to change my blog name to “my dorky quilt,” but hey, this is the hard painful fact of a medical student’s life. Ever since I entered the medical school last year, I couldn’t exactly remember a single “free” day that I don’t get haunted by that guilt. But I still procrastinate anyway.
Studying is really a big chunk of my life right now, and I think for the rest of my life. For I have chosen a profession that requires me to keep on learning not just more of what’s already given to me, not just the fundamentals, but merely EVERYTHING there is to know. I have to admit that I used to get nauseous about that idea of perpetual studying and never ever escaping from reading books that when piled on top of one another, stand taller than me now. But when we started doing ward work this year, I’ve come to realize that a lot of people really depend on us. That people’s lives depend on what we know. So if I’ll just content myself with knowing exactly only the things that would come out in our exams, then my ability to cure my patient’s illness, my ability to relieve their pain, to enhance their quality of life, would simply be limited. Their chance of survival and a prolonged healthy life would not be completely achieved. Maybe I’m just being too idealistic, too passionate about this profession because I’ve only just started. Maybe I’m too excited to get on with it. Like a burning flame that had just ignited, only to die when the time runs out.
For whatever reason it is, it’s the realization that God gave me a special mission that keeps me going. I may not know what the exact mission is or how I’m going to go about it, but it’s what keeps my adrenaline rush even in the middle of the night when I still haven’t had enough sleep and there’s still a lot of pages to read, with transcriptions piled all around me, waiting for me to devour them all in my brain. It’s what keeps me standing even after receiving a failing grade in Pharmacology (and I’ve almost grind the pages of my Pharmacology book just to get it all inside my head). It’s what keeps my hopes held up high.
And now that I’ve finished drinking my second cup of coffee for this afternoon (I need to get a caffeine “kick” to put me in the mood), my desire to get started grows inside of me. Unfortunately, it seems like I’m not winning the battle against procrastination. Oh my, I guess I need another dose of caffeine. Maybe the third cup would finally help me set into the proper frame of mind for studying.
posted @ 5:14 PM
Needs to Get Started
It’s been ten days since the last of our shifting exams (that’s like a quarterly exam) and by now, I should have compensated all the lost hours of sleep and regained my strength. I should have cleared those heavy eye bags that seem to get bigger everyday. But regretfully, I couldn’t help but feel that the only close thing I’ve done to relieve my stress was stretch my tired muscles a bit and watch a single episode of CSI. The ten days swooshed in front of me just like that, and now, aside from still feeling a bit tired (some say that maybe it’s because I now sleep for 8 hours which is a hell lot more than what I usually get), I’m now starting to feel that tiny (but growing) pang of guilt for not studying, for not using that ten days to my academic advantage. Yeah, maybe you’re laughing at me so hard right now that you might just choke your larynx off, or maybe you want to suggest that I need to change my blog name to “my dorky quilt,” but hey, this is the hard painful fact of a medical student’s life. Ever since I entered the medical school last year, I couldn’t exactly remember a single “free” day that I don’t get haunted by that guilt. But I still procrastinate anyway.
Studying is really a big chunk of my life right now, and I think for the rest of my life. For I have chosen a profession that requires me to keep on learning not just more of what’s already given to me, not just the fundamentals, but merely EVERYTHING there is to know. I have to admit that I used to get nauseous about that idea of perpetual studying and never ever escaping from reading books that when piled on top of one another, stand taller than me now. But when we started doing ward work this year, I’ve come to realize that a lot of people really depend on us. That people’s lives depend on what we know. So if I’ll just content myself with knowing exactly only the things that would come out in our exams, then my ability to cure my patient’s illness, my ability to relieve their pain, to enhance their quality of life, would simply be limited. Their chance of survival and a prolonged healthy life would not be completely achieved. Maybe I’m just being too idealistic, too passionate about this profession because I’ve only just started. Maybe I’m too excited to get on with it. Like a burning flame that had just ignited, only to die when the time runs out.
For whatever reason it is, it’s the realization that God gave me a special mission that keeps me going. I may not know what the exact mission is or how I’m going to go about it, but it’s what keeps my adrenaline rush even in the middle of the night when I still haven’t had enough sleep and there’s still a lot of pages to read, with transcriptions piled all around me, waiting for me to devour them all in my brain. It’s what keeps me standing even after receiving a failing grade in Pharmacology (and I’ve almost grind the pages of my Pharmacology book just to get it all inside my head). It’s what keeps my hopes held up high.
And now that I’ve finished drinking my second cup of coffee for this afternoon (I need to get a caffeine “kick” to put me in the mood), my desire to get started grows inside of me. Unfortunately, it seems like I’m not winning the battle against procrastination. Oh my, I guess I need another dose of caffeine. Maybe the third cup would finally help me set into the proper frame of mind for studying.
posted @ 5:14 PM
My Favorite Things
Coffee!
Yummy chocolates...
Bags!
Classic Movies
My vanity table
Books books and more books!
Music...
Collectible Miniatures
My fave doll of all times...
Pennylane Alexandria Ianne
Charms and Beads
Letters and Memorabilia
My reliable organizer
My comfy study pillow and mini table
Embroidery stuff
Travelling Down the Memory Lane...
Little Maan
Highschool Blues
UP Pips
PLM College of Medicine
My Porcelain Doll Collection
