Of course it has to rain tomorrow, or the next day, of all the blasted days. Or not. I remember that back in December 2004 while I was a pedia clerk PAGASA blared that what would come that duty night… Read More ›
Blogs
The… End.
“Whatchadoin today?” is now fast becoming one of my needy expressions, because truly nothing expresses neediness than anything that insinuates oneself into other’s affairs. This does not totally mean that I’m abandoning my schizoidness, but since I have no passion… Read More ›
Question.
In keeping with my recent religious experience I now have clarity of the mind and has personally experienced Passover. I’ve been passed over, that is–passed over in the recent nominations for the chief residency! Hurricane Katrina went around the callroom… Read More ›
Oo Na!!!
I exude evil. Other people exude natural annoyingness–ie, you just find them annoying no matter what, some exude unabated sexual energy that you have no choice but to do them (or do yourself), while i exude evil. Eeeeeevil! Maybe not… Read More ›
For More Jumping the Shark
Talaga namang pag hi-nope mo na sana walang referral, pag-upong pag-upo pa lamang para uminom ng kape sa alas-otso ng umaga magri-ring ang phone. In real life naman–in secret–natutuwa ako pag may referral, siguro practice mind-set na rin in real… Read More ›
Death Right Now!
I’ve said a few years ago, when this blog was just a morula (or blastula or whatever thing you call those tiny things), that I wouldn’t write anything about residency training, or being, barf, a doctor, and that I would… Read More ›
Portal For More Suffering
Crossed paths with NSJK while carrying a huge amount of COOP food, and NSJK remarked, “Nagpapacontest ka na lang, ahahaha.”This of course is in reference to my recent blog entry asking anyone who cares to write a caption for Lloydie,… Read More ›
The Tooth Is Out There, Chomp! Chomp!
This is how we assess if people are meant for great things: we tell them the title of an obscure movie, just the title, and require them to tell us what the movie’s all about. As I’ve blogged a few… Read More ›
Tapos… Tapos… Tapos…
Tapos kanina nagkukwentuhan pa ang lahat kung anu-anong fun things ang ginawa nila kagabi nung post-exam night-out habang mag-isa ako sa callroom as ICU duty at patakbo-takbo kung saan-saan pag may nagco-code. Ewan ko ba kung bakit pag duty ko… Read More ›
Malungkot ang Mag-Isa. Kunwari.
Ayoko na muna mag-English. Naubos ang English ko dun sa oral exam kahapon at nung isang linggo, pag kinakabahan kasi ako super bilis ko magsalita as if gusto kong magsalita ng eight words all the same time, kaya ang weird… Read More ›
Contest!
For this week we are going to have… a contest! Just post your suggested captions for this wonderfully insane photo, and the winner gets a free date: with any of the people in this photo of your choice. Or is… Read More ›
Faciphaga Emasculata
And in last night’s dream, I and five other people were going to some secluded, disgusting place to shoot some movie, but unbeknownst to me there was a sudden twist and the twist was that all five of them would… Read More ›
Gang-Raped or Bartolina?
Reading Harrison’s in the callroom with the goal of quoting the blasted book at the slightest provocation has been supplanted in the recent months by less annoying and more enjoyable activities, such as sleeping, watching movies, and licking latak Nutella… Read More ›
WAF!
Around once every two years I get to summon enough fortitude to haul my ass to the mall for a particular activity I most revile next to getting a haircut: shopping. For things that are actually needed to make me… Read More ›
You Deserve It, Helena
Ever since catching a glimpse of the huge painted poster for the movie Boxing Helena depicting a quadruply amputated woman stashed in a box way back in 1993 in Harrison’s Plaza I have always wondered how Helena could have been… Read More ›
Interpretative Examinatification
More than once I’ve caught Tits doing all sorts of hand gestures while answering a multiple choice exam. Adrian Monk does this thing with his hands whenever he investigates murder scenes, but Tits’ hand gestures could not be interpreted as… Read More ›
No More Space For Harrison’s
“Hey HIV,” I told HIV as I sensed loneliness slowly spreading to him like a virus. Or a prion. In a way there is guilt, for proliferating this infernal sense of irrational loneliness in the callroom. The thing with loneliness… Read More ›
The Stuff of Indies
I’ve finally decided to sleep and turned off the lights, and what should I discover on the thin lawanit wall in my run-down dorm room but… a very, very tiny spot of light I’ve never noticed in three years. I… Read More ›
Don’t Laugh, Don’t Mega-Phone–Kami Na!!!
… texted Smoketh in the middle of the night. This of course prompted a rapid texting frenzy to our Earth Mother Mrs. Therese–I wanted to tell her how Smoketh’s debut into the scene of romance lends validity to the truism… Read More ›
Flight of Fancy
As the end approaches I am suddenly besieged by the usual questions of where to go next. See, this is why I hate ending things, because there’s really nowhere to go, and this is not just some rant, there really… Read More ›
Supposed Former Melancholia Junkie 