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').

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Hala! This entry is really late! My boyfriend and I celebrated our First Year Anniversary last Sunday, June 19 (applause, applause…). How could I not blog this sooner? After we went out with our celebration, I quickly plunged back into my responsibilities and never got the chance to blog about it. Besides, my dad is now working at home, so it’s only by luck that I finally got my hands on our PC.

It’s amazing how fast the days went by. I could still remember our quite unusual beginning. I never thought he would become my boyfriend, or that I would ever have a boyfriend at that time. I was just enjoying going out and meeting new prospects but never planned to get serious. But I guess that’s love, it would find you when you least expect it. And it really was a wonderful year with him. He’s my second boyfriend but he’s the first one who showed me what a real relationship is all about. He’s so devoted, caring, thoughtful and really sweet. Too bad that we only get to see each other once a week because he works in Laguna and gets home only at weekends. But I never felt his absence because he always keeps in touch. My classmates used to tease me that I’m the official telephone operator of the class because if I’m not talking to him on the phone, I’m probably texting him. In short, lugi sa amin ang Sun unlimited hehehe. Of course, we went through quite a lot of challenges. We got to know each other’s evil sides and learned to handle our differences. Mahirap din ang parehong only child. We both crave for attention kasi hehehe. We both love to be cuddled and feel really loved. I don’t know what’s in store for us. The more important thing is that we’re both committed to the continuous growth of our relationship. I don’t wanna peek too much far ahead, I’m just happy that he’s here with me…now.

Hehehe, just joking! I turned 24 yesterday. It feels odd. When I was a little girl, I thought 24 is really old. I thought that by that age, a person might have accomplished a lot, might have married and have kids already. Odd. I don’t feel old. I don’t wanna marry yet (but sometimes I want to have kids already). And I have not accomplished a lot. While all my friends are either busy with their careers or already starting a family, I’m still a student, dependent on my dad’s income, and still a subsidiary to the general family affairs. But despite not having my own bank account and hence, the privilege to decide to go anywhere and stay out really late without my mom raising a single brow, I still like it this way. These are just the sacrifices I have to make for the career I’ve chosen. I still have a long way to go, but I’m enjoying every single step of it. I’ve added another year, but I don’t feel old…I feel more matured. I’m definitely not the same person I was way back in highschool, or even in college. The years have changed me. But of course not everything. I just got better. Prettier, hehehe…

Somebody has to give me an electric shock or something. Just anything to bring me into my wits or to speed up the electric current along my neurons. School started last Tuesday and I’m constantly in my numb shell of comfort and vacation mode, it just doesn’t feel right. Some inconsiderate people thought of giving us more quizzes (as if we never had enough) every meeting and I guess obsessive compulsiveness is a contagious disorder nowadays because they intend to check the attendance every now and then. There was even this one prof who instructed us “not to talk, not to eat, not to move around” during her class and then just some moments later she remarked how serious we looked. (Again, I might be in trouble for not having enough “enthusiasm” in class). Anyway, it also feels kinda strange in class because there are some people I was used to having around but are now gone (gone as in they transfered to another school, moved into the other section, or had to retake a few subjects) and there are also some new people added into “our” section (we’re still mostly from block C and D). From four blocks we’re now divided into only two, the rationale - we could only guess. Maybe the “sec” finds counting 4 blocks too much for her brain so she just deduced into to 2 – her maximum limit. Anyway, I really have to start studying…I just don’t know how to begin…I wanna go back to sleep…

I just read Tuesdays with Morrie the other day. It’s a thin small book so I got to finish it in one sitting. I guess everyone read it already, and some people may ask why it took someone like me who’s a certified bookworm a long time to get my hands on it. Well, that’s just one of the downside of being a medical student. I just didn’t have the time. Anyway, the book’s really good. It’s like reading one of my dad’s Buddhist’s or Zen’s handbook of proverbs, only that it’s in a story form. As I read it, I began to ask myself the same questions raised by the protagonist. I began examining my life, my priorities, and my actions. Although the questions seem so simple and direct, the answers to them are somewhat locked up inside my amygdaloid nucleus, unwilling to reveal. So I guess it would come to me in due time.

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School’s starting in two weeks and I have to start warming up for another school year of stress, sleepless nights, heaps and heaps of transcriptions and the nonsense of the college administration. I am now used to waking up really late and sleeping really really late (as in 3 AM) so I have to start breaking the habit. My study area is ready: old trans are organized, scratch papers are stacked neatly, and all the trash left last school year are now gone. I started reading Harrison and highlighted some pages already but my attention span has decreased tremendously since the start of the vacation so I really don’t consider it as an “advance” reading. I still feel guilty about not finishing my crash course under Dr. Munarriz. She’s been really good to me. I think I can’t stand to look at her straight in the eye when I see her in school.

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I watched Madagascar last Wednesday with Rhen, Jo and Buddy. It's really funny that my face hurt from too much laughing. I especially like the part when the animals were dancing "Move It." The song has been playing inside my head for days. I would really miss spending fun time with Rhen. We've grown closer last year. It's such a sad thing that I would never see her mountain bike parked in the College of Medicine again.