levity: (hubris)
Because I had breakfast this morning, I was the BioLab group's designated blood donor. This involves being pricked by a lancet and sploshing droplets of blood over three slides, so that your groupmates can see your blood cells lyse after being exposed to saline solutions. This would have been okay, only Orven doesn't know how to prick fingers with lancets (I don't know if him knowing, this early in his theoretical medical career, how to prick fingers with lancets would have been more assuring). The first prick never draws blood, which doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. And the first set of slides were mostly only good for figuring out that our microscopes weren't up to the task of looking at blood cells. This is partially because they were here when the Americans were, but still.

But that's okay, since I got to see blood cells lysing, and whitefish blastula cannot compare in difficulty to having to mash up onion roots and then looking for the stages of mitosis in said mashed-up onion roots. (I have the feeling that my English is failing me here.) At sinabi ni Ma'am Joson na dapat itinapon ko si Orven mula sa building, so may pwede akong sisihin.

It's also okay because our lab class started at 7 and ended at 10, and the class after that started at 2:30, which meant we had a four-hour-and-thirty-minute break. I said we could watch 2012. I didn't expect anyone to take me seriously.

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2012 is a comedy about the apocalypse. I don't think the producers wanted it to be a comedy about the apocalypse, but there you have it, gratituous stereotypes, impossible science, Noah's ark references, politicians, and all. There was also man's inhumanity to man, and man's humanity to man, but that's only to be expected. XD

It was fun. Especially the part where we ran to the ticket counter thinking we would miss the last show we would have the time to watch, knowing that after that there would be nothing left but New Moon, and getting front-row seats anyway. Well, we gor front-row seats because hardly anyone else would go to an 11:30 a.m. movie screening. I think I spent half the time saying different variations on "this is impossible", only to have Billy tell me to just watch the movie. She was dressed as Magento, which isn't relevant, but what the hell. The pictures and audio died on us at various points in time, too, but that's okay.

Also, Russian accents are awesome.
levity: (hubris)
Because I had breakfast this morning, I was the BioLab group's designated blood donor. This involves being pricked by a lancet and sploshing droplets of blood over three slides, so that your groupmates can see your blood cells lyse after being exposed to saline solutions. This would have been okay, only Orven doesn't know how to prick fingers with lancets (I don't know if him knowing, this early in his theoretical medical career, how to prick fingers with lancets would have been more assuring). The first prick never draws blood, which doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. And the first set of slides were mostly only good for figuring out that our microscopes weren't up to the task of looking at blood cells. This is partially because they were here when the Americans were, but still.

But that's okay, since I got to see blood cells lysing, and whitefish blastula cannot compare in difficulty to having to mash up onion roots and then looking for the stages of mitosis in said mashed-up onion roots. (I have the feeling that my English is failing me here.) At sinabi ni Ma'am Joson na dapat itinapon ko si Orven mula sa building, so may pwede akong sisihin.

It's also okay because our lab class started at 7 and ended at 10, and the class after that started at 2:30, which meant we had a four-hour-and-thirty-minute break. I said we could watch 2012. I didn't expect anyone to take me seriously.

---

2012 is a comedy about the apocalypse. I don't think the producers wanted it to be a comedy about the apocalypse, but there you have it, gratituous stereotypes, impossible science, Noah's ark references, politicians, and all. There was also man's inhumanity to man, and man's humanity to man, but that's only to be expected. XD

It was fun. Especially the part where we ran to the ticket counter thinking we would miss the last show we would have the time to watch, knowing that after that there would be nothing left but New Moon, and getting front-row seats anyway. Well, we gor front-row seats because hardly anyone else would go to an 11:30 a.m. movie screening. I think I spent half the time saying different variations on "this is impossible", only to have Billy tell me to just watch the movie. She was dressed as Magento, which isn't relevant, but what the hell. The pictures and audio died on us at various points in time, too, but that's okay.

Also, Russian accents are awesome.
levity: (J. Alfred Prufrock)

Let me tell you about what a bee sting therapist and a believer in the one true Hallelujah diet have in common. No, it isn’t that they are both concerned about total complete well-being. No, it isn’t that they have both transcended the boundaries of Western medicine the way many bands seem to attempt to escape from being mainstream music, different, obscure, almost too far removed to be relatable, and proud of it. No, it isn’t that for some reason both have elected to live in Tagaytay. All three are true, but they aren’t important. All right, all three are true, all three are relevant, and if it weren’t for those three facts chances are we wouldn’t have gone all the way to Tagaytay in the first place, but let me tell you something that in all probability has never occurred to either of them- that they can both take a cue from Mushroomburger.

Mushroomburger isn’t concerned about total complete well-being. If it was obscure once, as businesses are apt to be when they start out, it didn’t delight in being so. It started out in Tagaytay as well, but that’s just an accident of proximity. It’s a restaurant whose defining dishes are centered around- guess what- mushroom burgers. That is, burger patties made of beef mixed with mushroom. It doesn’t promise to solve all your problems. It doesn’t require you to eat mushroom burgers day in and day out. It just set up shop one day and said, “Hey, this is new, our burgers are part mushroom, try it out.”

And I am willing to bet that, though none of them are what you’d call common knowledge, more people know about Mushroomburger than about bee sting therapy or the Hallelujah diet.

---

The point of medicine is to ensure the well-being, physical, mental, and hopefully otherwise, of as many people as possible. Some fields concentrate on creating drugs to cure physical maladies, some choose to find the most effective way of killing whatever is causing the physical malady, some focus on coming up with ways to keep people from being affected by said physical maladies in the first place. To each their own, after all. There is no real divide between what traditional mainstream medicine intends to do and what alternative medicine intends to do, the same way there is no real divide between, say, surgery and community medicine. They both intend to ensure well-being. The foci differ, the methods differ, the short-term goals differ, but the end goal is the same.

The only catch is that the scientific method has been present in some parts of the world longer than it has been in others. Some medical practices have been under study for a longer time than others, have had better-researched scientific bases, have held up under both public and scientific scrutiny for centuries, have been ubiquitous for ages. These practices- most of them Western, simply because the Western world enjoys spreading ideas like the plague- have fallen under the label of mainstream medicine. The other, not-so-familiar practices go under alternative medicine. They may be more effective. They may not be effective at all, and most of their effects might just be in the mind. They may have adverse effects no one is aware of because they haven’t been under study for very long.

That's all.


levity: (J. Alfred Prufrock)

Let me tell you about what a bee sting therapist and a believer in the one true Hallelujah diet have in common. No, it isn’t that they are both concerned about total complete well-being. No, it isn’t that they have both transcended the boundaries of Western medicine the way many bands seem to attempt to escape from being mainstream music, different, obscure, almost too far removed to be relatable, and proud of it. No, it isn’t that for some reason both have elected to live in Tagaytay. All three are true, but they aren’t important. All right, all three are true, all three are relevant, and if it weren’t for those three facts chances are we wouldn’t have gone all the way to Tagaytay in the first place, but let me tell you something that in all probability has never occurred to either of them- that they can both take a cue from Mushroomburger.

Mushroomburger isn’t concerned about total complete well-being. If it was obscure once, as businesses are apt to be when they start out, it didn’t delight in being so. It started out in Tagaytay as well, but that’s just an accident of proximity. It’s a restaurant whose defining dishes are centered around- guess what- mushroom burgers. That is, burger patties made of beef mixed with mushroom. It doesn’t promise to solve all your problems. It doesn’t require you to eat mushroom burgers day in and day out. It just set up shop one day and said, “Hey, this is new, our burgers are part mushroom, try it out.”

And I am willing to bet that, though none of them are what you’d call common knowledge, more people know about Mushroomburger than about bee sting therapy or the Hallelujah diet.

---

The point of medicine is to ensure the well-being, physical, mental, and hopefully otherwise, of as many people as possible. Some fields concentrate on creating drugs to cure physical maladies, some choose to find the most effective way of killing whatever is causing the physical malady, some focus on coming up with ways to keep people from being affected by said physical maladies in the first place. To each their own, after all. There is no real divide between what traditional mainstream medicine intends to do and what alternative medicine intends to do, the same way there is no real divide between, say, surgery and community medicine. They both intend to ensure well-being. The foci differ, the methods differ, the short-term goals differ, but the end goal is the same.

The only catch is that the scientific method has been present in some parts of the world longer than it has been in others. Some medical practices have been under study for a longer time than others, have had better-researched scientific bases, have held up under both public and scientific scrutiny for centuries, have been ubiquitous for ages. These practices- most of them Western, simply because the Western world enjoys spreading ideas like the plague- have fallen under the label of mainstream medicine. The other, not-so-familiar practices go under alternative medicine. They may be more effective. They may not be effective at all, and most of their effects might just be in the mind. They may have adverse effects no one is aware of because they haven’t been under study for very long.

That's all.


levity: (how do they rise up?)
My pens choose the worst times to run out of ink.

So before our math dep ex, we went to the food court and ate, I learned that McDonald's sold coffee and gave away four creamers for every cup you bought, and I did not scribble trig identities on tissue paper napkins. This math dep ex went better than the last one, kahit na sigurado akong may ginawa akong kababalaghan, kasi lagi naman. Then again, everything is better than the last dep ex. The last dep ex was harder than the UPCAT itself.

Kung iniisip mo na dapat pala lagi nalang kumakain bago mag-dep ex, sasabihin ko na sa iyo ngayon: post hoc ang tawag diyan.

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And by the way, dear ladies and gentlemen of iMed 2016: naliligo ako. Hindi lang naman ang pagligo ang umaapekto sa fingernails ng isang tao. Just so you know. XD

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When dusk falls Manila is brilliant.

Okay, not really. When dusk falls Manila is still the dirty crowded stinky city it was in the daytime, only with less light to see the dirt by, and upon reading that sentence up there anyone who has ever set foot in Manila will no doubt start looking for the number of the local mental hospital. But when dusk falls and the streetlights that happen to be working at the moment start turning on and maybe it starts to rain a bit and the air turns from polluted and stultifying to just plain polluted and you have just escaped from a math departmental exam, Manila can be bearable. And sometimes bearable can be confused with brilliant, especially when said math departmental exam is taken into account.



Got every slow dance saved.

levity: (how do they rise up?)
My pens choose the worst times to run out of ink.

So before our math dep ex, we went to the food court and ate, I learned that McDonald's sold coffee and gave away four creamers for every cup you bought, and I did not scribble trig identities on tissue paper napkins. This math dep ex went better than the last one, kahit na sigurado akong may ginawa akong kababalaghan, kasi lagi naman. Then again, everything is better than the last dep ex. The last dep ex was harder than the UPCAT itself.

Kung iniisip mo na dapat pala lagi nalang kumakain bago mag-dep ex, sasabihin ko na sa iyo ngayon: post hoc ang tawag diyan.

---

And by the way, dear ladies and gentlemen of iMed 2016: naliligo ako. Hindi lang naman ang pagligo ang umaapekto sa fingernails ng isang tao. Just so you know. XD

---

When dusk falls Manila is brilliant.

Okay, not really. When dusk falls Manila is still the dirty crowded stinky city it was in the daytime, only with less light to see the dirt by, and upon reading that sentence up there anyone who has ever set foot in Manila will no doubt start looking for the number of the local mental hospital. But when dusk falls and the streetlights that happen to be working at the moment start turning on and maybe it starts to rain a bit and the air turns from polluted and stultifying to just plain polluted and you have just escaped from a math departmental exam, Manila can be bearable. And sometimes bearable can be confused with brilliant, especially when said math departmental exam is taken into account.



Got every slow dance saved.

levity: (Jolteon and Togepi)
LadyMed 2009: Hiwaga could have been renamed The Wit and Wisdom of UPCM Students and it wouldn't have made a difference. Well, no, not really. Tanggalin mo yung wisdom, tama na.

But really. Second runner-up! What the hell do we care that there were only five contestants? They were brilliant. All right. They weren't brilliant, but they had more entertainment value than anything on local TV and most everything on cable combined, and they had common sense, and they were College of Med, but most of all they were able to raise over 100,000 Philippine pesos.

And one of them was OUR CLASSMATE. That, too.

Congratulations, Jio. :D

---

There's something about going back to your old school, even though you've only been away from it half a year, and seeing your old classmates, even though you see quite a lot of them every day, and getting to return to your most unfavorite gym, even though it's still leaking from almost everywhere. Either there's really something about it all, or I'm turning into an alumna.

levity: (Jolteon and Togepi)
LadyMed 2009: Hiwaga could have been renamed The Wit and Wisdom of UPCM Students and it wouldn't have made a difference. Well, no, not really. Tanggalin mo yung wisdom, tama na.

But really. Second runner-up! What the hell do we care that there were only five contestants? They were brilliant. All right. They weren't brilliant, but they had more entertainment value than anything on local TV and most everything on cable combined, and they had common sense, and they were College of Med, but most of all they were able to raise over 100,000 Philippine pesos.

And one of them was OUR CLASSMATE. That, too.

Congratulations, Jio. :D

---

There's something about going back to your old school, even though you've only been away from it half a year, and seeing your old classmates, even though you see quite a lot of them every day, and getting to return to your most unfavorite gym, even though it's still leaking from almost everywhere. Either there's really something about it all, or I'm turning into an alumna.

levity: (inconceivable!)

1.    Differentiate Biogenesis from Spontaneous Generation.  What factors or conditions prevailed such that early scientists believed in spontaneous generation despite the experimentation that they were able to do? Suppose you lived in those times when the origin of life was still an issue. Propose an experiment that you can perform to prove biogenesis. Use the scientific method in proposing your experiment. (15 pts)

The process of biogenesis is nowadays universally accepted as the method by which organisms are created. The law of biogenesis states that all life forms originate from other life forms.

Early scientists believed that organisms emerged due to spontaneous generation- a process in which organisms could be created either from nonliving matter (abiogenesis) or from an entirely different type of organism (heterogenesis). This was probably because they didn’t have the technology we have today- autoclaves and microscopes come to mind- and had no way of confirming that no, there were indeed no microorganisms or eggs in the broth that could have been the source of whatever colony ended up growing there. They relied on observation, but they could only rely on the observations their own senses could make.

In order to propose an experiment to disprove spontaneous generation, one would first have to ensure that one could, indeed, create an environment which no microscopic eggs or organisms would be able to enter. One would have to fill a flask with a broth in which bacteria or fungi could survive, seal the flask well, and sterilize the sealed flask. (You can’t have an oxygen-less flask, because the proponents of spontaneous generation would say that life did not generate in the flask because of the lack of oxygen.) If you lived back in the nineteenth century, proper sterilization would be the most pressing problem.

This entire experimentation thing would be so much easier if it were actually specified what century we would be conducting this experiment in. If it were the eighteenth we’d have a microscope, and if it were the nineteenth we’d have Pasteur’s experiment with the goose-necked flask to base our own ideas on.

I will not submit this.
levity: (inconceivable!)

1.    Differentiate Biogenesis from Spontaneous Generation.  What factors or conditions prevailed such that early scientists believed in spontaneous generation despite the experimentation that they were able to do? Suppose you lived in those times when the origin of life was still an issue. Propose an experiment that you can perform to prove biogenesis. Use the scientific method in proposing your experiment. (15 pts)

The process of biogenesis is nowadays universally accepted as the method by which organisms are created. The law of biogenesis states that all life forms originate from other life forms.

Early scientists believed that organisms emerged due to spontaneous generation- a process in which organisms could be created either from nonliving matter (abiogenesis) or from an entirely different type of organism (heterogenesis). This was probably because they didn’t have the technology we have today- autoclaves and microscopes come to mind- and had no way of confirming that no, there were indeed no microorganisms or eggs in the broth that could have been the source of whatever colony ended up growing there. They relied on observation, but they could only rely on the observations their own senses could make.

In order to propose an experiment to disprove spontaneous generation, one would first have to ensure that one could, indeed, create an environment which no microscopic eggs or organisms would be able to enter. One would have to fill a flask with a broth in which bacteria or fungi could survive, seal the flask well, and sterilize the sealed flask. (You can’t have an oxygen-less flask, because the proponents of spontaneous generation would say that life did not generate in the flask because of the lack of oxygen.) If you lived back in the nineteenth century, proper sterilization would be the most pressing problem.

This entire experimentation thing would be so much easier if it were actually specified what century we would be conducting this experiment in. If it were the eighteenth we’d have a microscope, and if it were the nineteenth we’d have Pasteur’s experiment with the goose-necked flask to base our own ideas on.

I will not submit this.
levity: (Mew)
Wala kaming PE bukas. Allow me to repeat myself. WALA KAMING PE BUKAS!!! I don't think I've ever been so happy to learn- no, that's wrong, for the joy that abounds every time a PE class is cancelled is universal and otherwise inimitable, but when combined with the joy that abounds every time a 7 am class is cancelled-

Words can't say. WALANG PE BUKAS.

Poor Block 14.

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Our Esteemed Sir Esguerra, History Professor Extraordinaire, hath been afflicted by that plague of the early months of 2009- the dreaded Swine Flu. He nonetheless showed up for class wearing a face mask and sunglasses and bearing hand sanitizer, making sure the early-morning-waking-up-efforts of his forty students were not for naught. Our Equally Esteemed Filipino/Kom Professor Ma'am Joson has not yet succumbed to the temptation to commit suicide for failing to instill in her students the ability to create a proper outline. Our Very Much Pierced In More Ways Than One Philo Professor Sir Tius for the first time in what seems like forever dressed in what is thought to be the proper professorly manner. And words can likewise not sing of the glory of Sir Mong and his Valiant Attempts at Point-Plotting.

Worth the five-thirty waking time, I guess.
levity: (Mew)
Wala kaming PE bukas. Allow me to repeat myself. WALA KAMING PE BUKAS!!! I don't think I've ever been so happy to learn- no, that's wrong, for the joy that abounds every time a PE class is cancelled is universal and otherwise inimitable, but when combined with the joy that abounds every time a 7 am class is cancelled-

Words can't say. WALANG PE BUKAS.

Poor Block 14.

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Our Esteemed Sir Esguerra, History Professor Extraordinaire, hath been afflicted by that plague of the early months of 2009- the dreaded Swine Flu. He nonetheless showed up for class wearing a face mask and sunglasses and bearing hand sanitizer, making sure the early-morning-waking-up-efforts of his forty students were not for naught. Our Equally Esteemed Filipino/Kom Professor Ma'am Joson has not yet succumbed to the temptation to commit suicide for failing to instill in her students the ability to create a proper outline. Our Very Much Pierced In More Ways Than One Philo Professor Sir Tius for the first time in what seems like forever dressed in what is thought to be the proper professorly manner. And words can likewise not sing of the glory of Sir Mong and his Valiant Attempts at Point-Plotting.

Worth the five-thirty waking time, I guess.
levity: (disarm)
Especially if the eyeglasses are for astigmatism for a girl who hasn't really quite gotten used to them yet, and if the movie showing at said cinema was 90% explosions.

That being said, I'd never thought I'd see the day UP life would not coax enough side comments out of me to make a blog entry, and Transformers would. Then again, UP doesn't take itself seriously, which is probably why it's the best university in this country, and all the side comments to be made have usually already been made by someone else. The ones worth making, that is.

Optimus Prime owns the whole franchise. It doesn't matter how much of an idiot hero the hero is, or how they dealt with the politician whom, I'm sure, anyone with the slightest modicum of sense would have made an excellent Devil's Advocate out of, or how damn difficult it is to talk- whether that talking is being done by the characters on the screen or by the movie viewers in their soft seats- with all the kabooming going on. Well, yes, it does, but it doesn't matter quite as much when that shiny red and blue truck comes into view and opens its mouth to talk, and that's not even a figure of speech. The fact that he's the only one in the franchise who has some semblance of intelligence doesn't hurt. (Okay, so he's not the only one, but he's the only one who gets enough screen time. And honestly now, do you like seeing the Decepticon doctor stick stuff up our idiot hero's nostrils?

Aside from to see the idiot hero get what was coming to him for all the screaming and all the I-just-want-to-be-a-normal-kid monologues, I mean?)
levity: (disarm)
Especially if the eyeglasses are for astigmatism for a girl who hasn't really quite gotten used to them yet, and if the movie showing at said cinema was 90% explosions.

That being said, I'd never thought I'd see the day UP life would not coax enough side comments out of me to make a blog entry, and Transformers would. Then again, UP doesn't take itself seriously, which is probably why it's the best university in this country, and all the side comments to be made have usually already been made by someone else. The ones worth making, that is.

Optimus Prime owns the whole franchise. It doesn't matter how much of an idiot hero the hero is, or how they dealt with the politician whom, I'm sure, anyone with the slightest modicum of sense would have made an excellent Devil's Advocate out of, or how damn difficult it is to talk- whether that talking is being done by the characters on the screen or by the movie viewers in their soft seats- with all the kabooming going on. Well, yes, it does, but it doesn't matter quite as much when that shiny red and blue truck comes into view and opens its mouth to talk, and that's not even a figure of speech. The fact that he's the only one in the franchise who has some semblance of intelligence doesn't hurt. (Okay, so he's not the only one, but he's the only one who gets enough screen time. And honestly now, do you like seeing the Decepticon doctor stick stuff up our idiot hero's nostrils?

Aside from to see the idiot hero get what was coming to him for all the screaming and all the I-just-want-to-be-a-normal-kid monologues, I mean?)
levity: (J. Alfred Prufrock)
And it coincides with the end of summer! I think it's what you call a contradiction in terms. XD

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Ferrous wheel. Panalo. Panalo talaga. You really will miss Pisay.

Leaving tomorrow, and arriving in Manila with nothing to show for my week in Calasiao except for two sheets of used yellow pad and pages filled with line after line of near-illegible handwriting and renewed memories of the brilliance of Team Rocket. One extra week in Calasiao, one extra week of vacation, and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I love swine flu.
levity: (J. Alfred Prufrock)
And it coincides with the end of summer! I think it's what you call a contradiction in terms. XD

---

Ferrous wheel. Panalo. Panalo talaga. You really will miss Pisay.

Leaving tomorrow, and arriving in Manila with nothing to show for my week in Calasiao except for two sheets of used yellow pad and pages filled with line after line of near-illegible handwriting and renewed memories of the brilliance of Team Rocket. One extra week in Calasiao, one extra week of vacation, and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I love swine flu.
levity: (J. Alfred Prufrock)
So I'm sleepy and tired and filled with ideas I don't want to dump because they sound better in my mind than they would look like on the page and all I want to do is get out but I don't know what of and somehow I end up feeling grateful for swine flu.
levity: (J. Alfred Prufrock)
So I'm sleepy and tired and filled with ideas I don't want to dump because they sound better in my mind than they would look like on the page and all I want to do is get out but I don't know what of and somehow I end up feeling grateful for swine flu.
levity: (a catch)
The last day of May...

Hello, Houston, we have a continuity problem, but let me get back to you later. XD

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Last day of a summer that was, in accordance to predicted excessive global warming effects, not quite golden, but good enough, and I don't want to go back to Manila. It's not so much the cramped space and the absence of random monitor lizards sunning themselves by the pool. It's not even because I'd miss my summer diet of Discworld for breakfast, House for lunch, and Pokemon and fanfic for dinner. It's mostly that I have one problem with, to take advantage of an overused and not even remotely accurate cliche, the path I will take for the rest of my life, only one, and as things go that's a pretty reasonable number, but still.

It's just that medicine is uninteresting.

Don't get me wrong, I'd love to be a doctor. My only moderately educated guess is that all of us did, at some point in time, if only in connection with parents who wanted only the best or teachers who wouldn't take I don't know for an answer. If doctoring powers could be obtained with the snap of a finger, with no or even just one or two years' worth of effort, quite a lot of us would grab the opportunity, fast. Its just that. Being a doctor is interesting. Being a doctor can, with enough motivation and the right slant on things, be the most interesting thing in the world. Studying medicine, on the other hand- gathering all the knowledge and experience and common sense you need to actually be a doctor (or, to be more accurate, to be a doctor sans a hundred thousand medical malpractice suits)- is not. In addition to that, it also happens to be what I've consigned myself to for the next seven years. I'm beginning to get the feeling I'm not as sane as I thought I was, and believe me, I'm not optimistic in my estimates.

And then at some point in time you get around to remembering that you're in a world where if you go to a random cinema and look at the list of movies that have made their marks on movie history you will find that sixteen of them are based on books and three of them are from the Bible, where pathogens are shot inside the body to keep it healthy, where people resurrect and resurrections are attributed to the dead, and then you realise that it doesn't matter. It's a world where everything can happen, and nothing matters.

---

The cinema was in the Greenhills Promenade. We counted.

---


Mister Teatime is brilliant. So what if he's missing a few marbles. I wouldn't mind being mental if it meant being like him.
levity: (a catch)
The last day of May...

Hello, Houston, we have a continuity problem, but let me get back to you later. XD

---

Last day of a summer that was, in accordance to predicted excessive global warming effects, not quite golden, but good enough, and I don't want to go back to Manila. It's not so much the cramped space and the absence of random monitor lizards sunning themselves by the pool. It's not even because I'd miss my summer diet of Discworld for breakfast, House for lunch, and Pokemon and fanfic for dinner. It's mostly that I have one problem with, to take advantage of an overused and not even remotely accurate cliche, the path I will take for the rest of my life, only one, and as things go that's a pretty reasonable number, but still.

It's just that medicine is uninteresting.

Don't get me wrong, I'd love to be a doctor. My only moderately educated guess is that all of us did, at some point in time, if only in connection with parents who wanted only the best or teachers who wouldn't take I don't know for an answer. If doctoring powers could be obtained with the snap of a finger, with no or even just one or two years' worth of effort, quite a lot of us would grab the opportunity, fast. Its just that. Being a doctor is interesting. Being a doctor can, with enough motivation and the right slant on things, be the most interesting thing in the world. Studying medicine, on the other hand- gathering all the knowledge and experience and common sense you need to actually be a doctor (or, to be more accurate, to be a doctor sans a hundred thousand medical malpractice suits)- is not. In addition to that, it also happens to be what I've consigned myself to for the next seven years. I'm beginning to get the feeling I'm not as sane as I thought I was, and believe me, I'm not optimistic in my estimates.

And then at some point in time you get around to remembering that you're in a world where if you go to a random cinema and look at the list of movies that have made their marks on movie history you will find that sixteen of them are based on books and three of them are from the Bible, where pathogens are shot inside the body to keep it healthy, where people resurrect and resurrections are attributed to the dead, and then you realise that it doesn't matter. It's a world where everything can happen, and nothing matters.

---

The cinema was in the Greenhills Promenade. We counted.

---


Mister Teatime is brilliant. So what if he's missing a few marbles. I wouldn't mind being mental if it meant being like him.
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