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    Sunday, June 25, 2006

    Up Late Update

    I know, this entry will not make you jump up and down. But I just had the urge to at least write something. After the looong "busy-busyhan" stage (coz right now, I really AM busy!), I'm putting something that's not at all worth the wait. So sorry fans.
    ......

    So yeah, it's back to school. And as they (them sadists who love to see our noble sufferings), back to reality. The first few days were a bit disappointing for me. People donning their new v-neck uniforms, a classroom jampacked with 2 sections of sweaty students, a facilitator who excites us with promising leaves of absences (leaving us unprepared for advanced SGD's, too), a quiz that supposedly covered a myriad of chapters from the book (which I, the poor victim, helplessly studied the whooole freakin' night!) but ended up covering a lecture instead (which was given with the speed of Flash Elorde). Boon or bane? Whether this whole circus is good news or bad news, it's really all up to me. How do I take this insanity? Then that's what it is.
    ......

    I wish everyday was Mothers' Day. Today, I just felt that my Mom deserves appreciation every single day. I am overwhelmed just remembering how she cried with me and how she buys all my corny jokes (even asks me to repeat them). I love her exclusively. To pieces! She worries of things I wasn't even aware of. She's my shock absorber. She is my mentor. She excites and bores me at the same time. Yet I couldn't resist waking up each morning and pining for the cup of coffee that she never failed to prepare for me. She probably is my best friend. I would choose her over my friends (of course) even if I think she is so the opposite of me. I came out of the best womb--my mom's. I will forever be grateful for this blessing.
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    If I were to die now, I would gladly donate ALL my organs (both internal and external)--except for my bones, maybe. When I was in my first year in Medicine, I looked at all the cadavers lying lifeless on the tables and realized that the body is nothing but useless. The physique is empty without its spirit. The spirit lives the life. The body is purely a vessel and nothing more. That's why I don't understand vanity. A pretty face and a gorgeous body serve no good if the spirit is rotten. Let my eyes be a blessing to a blind person. Let my liver, my spleen, my stomach, my pancreas, my skin, my intestines and all there is inside this bodily clay be a blessing. Because they house a spirit that is blessed. I am going to a better place in heaven, and I could not ask for more. Dispose me, for I am already whole. =)
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    It's just the start of the school year but I feel like I've had a pile of opportunities all laid out on my hands already! I believe in hard work and I believe in always going the second mile. Whether i sustain the expectations is not a matter of my humanly endurance, but God's presence made real in my life. So...let's bully!



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