gen y filipina, md/mba
Prose, poetry and essays
Tired of reading about cardiology, or the world, or life in general? Here’s a post on deconstruction as it applies to fanfiction, gender debates, politics and even medicine.
“Really, I like deconstruction because it basically goes wild with everything and anything. Because we define by différance, constructions and their manifestations can be as endless, limitless and as justifiable as you want it to be.”
The recollection of love lost is painful,
but the mere existence of love can be an infinite joy.
Reading old works, apparently, is also a bit like awkwardly meeting yourself as a stranger
dreaming the way your lips touched my lips in a kiss,
praying for all our dreams as they built what we wish
Anong pag-ibig o pagpapakasakit?
Anong paglilingkod o pagtitiis?
silence speaks nothing — To be consumed by words until they come stumbling out, arranged and resonant, unwilling to bow to the closure of strict lips. What is that? Where is it– I’ve written copies, and rallies, and letters YET none of the words that reside in me have my heart, and I’m— Scared. SCARED…
I liked the homily last Sunday for its relevance. I liked it so much I transcribed it (with liberal use of paraphrasing and translation). Let me share the homily to you. Christian Forgiveness If a neighbor of yours scammed you out of 100,000 pesos, what would you do to forgive them? You might say, “I’ll…
I. that the soul of one person has been desecrated to dust should call to arms a nation’s heart and set fire to a world of sorrow but here we remain, the whole world burned. the grass is razed and the trees are fallen. there is no more fruit, there will be no more gain….
Animals cannot be evil because they do not know what it means to be evil. But we do. And as humanity we have long ago decided to know evil: to understand it intimately, to measure its extent, to judge its worth. To deny. In this manner we have become creatures capable of ethical choice. This 2016, we have collectively…
We crawl under our burdens for so long, with the things we carry in secret –but not. Raw, exposed, and undeniable, and denied. I will look back at this and remember that I survived.
