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Boom whatever. | Area 8
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Life towards the much-coveted white coat — the only life I know. Our Community Medicine consultant this afternoon has just accurately and so eloquently given the gist of a lifelong frustration I’ve always had: No studies have ever proven that teambuilding activities work in re-establishing positive relationships between you and a colleague with whom you’re passionately, wholeheartedly, extremely repulsed. To borrow his trademark phrase,. Ang tawag do’n, kalokohan. What do they say about the road to hell?
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On Homosexuality | Oliman
https://o1iman.wordpress.com/2014/05/01/on-homosexuality
For people who love to think. I used to be a homophobe. I studied in an all-male school for 13 years. As can be expected in a school full of confused teenagers, there would be bullying among the batch. I once bullied a classmate who was gay. Her name is Angel. Then there were others like Angel, who would openly strut their stuff in the hallways, who would have rumors saying that they had a crush on a fellow classmate, who would group together and be noisy in a way that bothered me then. Why did I do this?
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Surviving Medical School: The First Year | Oliman
https://o1iman.wordpress.com/2013/04/02/surviving-medical-school-the-first-year
For people who love to think. Surviving Medical School: The First Year. I write this entry with these people in mind: my unborn child, who [might] consider being a physician someday, for my future students [mwahahahahahaha! And for myself, that I may be reminded of who I was as a student. The Question: Why go to MedSchool? Before we get down to business, there’s something that one must consider first before embarking on the journey of extended adolescence: why should I go to medschool? Besides the mainte...
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Oliman | For people who love to think. | Page 2
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For people who love to think. I used to be a homophobe. I studied in an all-male school for 13 years. As can be expected in a school full of confused teenagers, there would be bullying among the batch. I once bullied a classmate who was gay. Her name is Angel. Then there were others like Angel, who would openly strut their stuff in the hallways, who would have rumors saying that they had a crush on a fellow classmate, who would group together and be noisy in a way that bothered me then. Why did I do this?
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What I Want in a Teacher | Oliman
https://o1iman.wordpress.com/2014/01/05/what-i-want-in-a-teacher
For people who love to think. What I Want in a Teacher. I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. I’d be a Social Sciences Professor who’d rave and rile my students into opinionated individuals. My dream is not but a passing melancholy; one day I will be a teacher. 1 Competence in the Field. When I speak of competence, I do not only desire a teacher who knows the inner workings of the mitochondria (the “powerplants” of cells) ; I want a teacher who applies such knowledge clinically in all aspects&#...Competenc...
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Bittersweet | Area 8
https://moniquecular.wordpress.com/2015/07/04/bittersweet
Life towards the much-coveted white coat — the only life I know. Posted in Late Night Anecdotes. So I mentioned in passing, while scrolling through my pitiful list of movies, how. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Was an adaptation of my favorite book and that I had two Korean foodie movies I would’ve given him if only I could still retrieve them. He looked at me with raised eyebrows and asked me about literature; he devoured. The Art of War. Eventually we went quiet and he said,. But you know what?
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I'm Alive - i'll try to get out but i never will
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I'm Alive - ill try to get out but i never will. It's been quiet for quite a while, but that's not exactly how it is inside my head. I am in shambles, and I won't even try to hide it. Although I am on this standstill, it keeps me moving. There's that force that makes me keep on pushing, wanting to get away from the very thing that's stopping me. It's been an empty three months here, and here. Tonight it's quiet, but I'll patiently listen. That's what I've been waiting for all along — a sound. I've b...
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Strangers, Chance Encounters (And Why I’ll Never be a Good Leading Lady) | Sachified
https://sachified.wordpress.com/2014/11/25/strangers-chance-encounters-and-why-ill-never-be-a-good-leading-lady
Beneath the nurse’s apron and soon-to-be doctor’s coat. Strangers, Chance Encounters (And Why I’ll Never be a Good Leading Lady). November 25, 2014. 8220;Sorry.”. I gave a small nod at the stranger and returned to choosing a filter for the photo I was about to post on Instagram. 8220;Sorry.”. He probably didn’t see me nod. At this second sorry, I looked up at the stranger who was apologizing for bumping into me a few moments ago. I smiled to tell him it was okay. And The Mountains Echoed. On a normal day...
