2017: I’m 22.

Good food and even better company. Thank you, and to more years ahead.

Why I love deconstruction

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.”  

PIDC 2017

Sometimes things don’t turn out the way we want it to. But maybe this is life’s way of questioning and reaffirming why we stay. This PIDC reminded me why I’m still (occasionally) here. Win or lose, it’s about appreciating reason above all –the challenge of new ways of thinking, the joy of meeting shamelessly novel…

Frustrations and questions: my MINT9 experience

In the end, the Manila Intervarsity has always been envisioned as a tournament that would bridge the gap between older and younger generations. Whatever the case, I feel like we did accomplish that in many respects. There’s nothing like trial by fire and injustice to light the passion and keep it burning.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Hello! It’s been a lifetime since I last updated this blog. To be fair, med school feels like a lifetime ago as well (happy to note I passed all my modules!). This holiday break is doing wonders for my physical, emotional and mental health. Since 2017 is fast approaching, I’m thinking of cramming (ha!) the last…

ASMPH MD/MBA: 3 Modules In

Finding the time to write is difficult when life itself outpaces the speed of my thoughts. But this last week’s dermatology submodule gave us all in YL5 some much needed respite, so I think I can try my hands at updating this blog. Also, we’ll be properly dissecting our cadavers tomorrow, and that means I’ll…

Bali / 2015

The best cure for Post-Tournament Syndrome is Pre-Tournament Syndrome.* Jimbaran Bay stretched out to the horizon. My memories, too, had no beginning and no end.  This is what Bali taught me: in the life of a traveller, some experiences aren’t just moments, to be fondly recalled but mostly forgotten. Sometimes they’re Moments —circumstances, conditions and coincidences that…