Finally. I can breathe a little. Summer na. Today was the last day of the exams (comprehensive). I’m reverting to my old "slacker" self. I wonder what my second year in medschool would be like.
The challenge, perhaps , would be how not to procrastinate too much. Hehe.
To you, my far-off ac, oyu rae illst ni hist ‘nasm thrae…
Just finished hosting a wedding reception for a friend. Just got commended for a job well done. Just met three awesome new friends. Just got informed of my exemption in the Physiology finals - on top of my exemption in Biochemistry, Neuroanatomy and Psychiatry. Just learned I will have the opportunity to learn another foreign language this summer. Just purchased an excellent PS2 game. Just finished wiping this silly grin off my face. 
Or not.
Thank you dear God, for everything.
…
So Sick - Ne-Yo
Mmmm mmm yeah…
Do do do do do do do-do
Ohhh yeah…
Gotta change my answering machine
Now that I’m alone
Cuz right now it says that we
Can’t come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense
Cuz you walked out the door
But it’s the only way I hear your voice anymore
(it’s ridiculous)
It’s been months
And for some reason I just
(can’t get over us)
And I’m stronger than this
(enough is enough)
No more walkin’ round
With my head down
I’m so over being blue
Cryin over you
And I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?
Gotta fix that calender I have
That’s marked July 15th
Because since there’s no more you
There’s no more anniversary
I’m so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memory
And how every song reminds me
Of what used to be
That’s the reason I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?
(Leave me alone)
Leave me alone
(Stupid love songs)
Dont make me think about her smile
Or having my first child
Let it go
Turning off the radio
Cuz I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?
(why can’t I turn off the radio?)
Said I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can’t I turn off the radio?
(why can’t I turn off the radio?)
And I’m so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishin you were still here
Said I’m so sick of love songs so sad and slow
Why can’t I turn off the radio?
(why can’t I turn off the radio?)
Why can’t I turn off the radio?
We’re almost there. Yes, indeed -it is a fact: One year of medschool=4 years of college. Or more. Much has happened since I first stepped into the realm of white coats, the internal milieu, and scalpel-wielding anatomists. I find myself being immersed into all of it even more, and I feel, at long last, that I belong here.
Though the journey is far from over, I thank each and every soul that accompanied me since the beginning. Those few kindred spirits that never left my side, who were there to support me especially in times of great tribulation. Salamat sa inyo. Looking forward to seeing you in my future life as a doctor.
