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me: "So, what kind of movies do you like?"
girl i recently met: " I like foreign movies."
me: "Hollywood movies?"
girl: "Yeah, and some Japanese movies. I love Akira..."
me: " Yeah, I watched Akira too! On Betamax. Best anime ever..."
girl: "I was talking about Akira Kurosawa."
me: "Eh? Well, I still watch a lot of Japanese movies."
girl: "Really?! That's great! Ano favorite mo?"
me: "GUNDAM."
girl: "Are you totally retarded?"
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Saturday, October 20, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
the Bilog Blog's take on the Desperate Housewives brouhahah
A friend asked me ( they always ask me crappy questions) what I thought about the recent scandal over Teri Hatcher's line about "some med school in the Philippines." I answered that the writers were dumb and had no idea what they were talking about. Then I went back to watching porn - I mean - reading my Kaplan reviewer.
On later introspection (while sitting on the toilet) I realized that I shouldn't have been offended. Teri Hatcher's line went this way:
“Can I just check those diplomas because I just want to make sure that they are not from some med school in the Philippines.”
Notice that she said "some med school." Well, I am not just from SOME med school. I graduated from THE med school of the Philippines.
Hehehe! Angas ng peyups! UP Fight!
On later introspection (while sitting on the toilet) I realized that I shouldn't have been offended. Teri Hatcher's line went this way:
“Can I just check those diplomas because I just want to make sure that they are not from some med school in the Philippines.”
Notice that she said "some med school." Well, I am not just from SOME med school. I graduated from THE med school of the Philippines.
Hehehe! Angas ng peyups! UP Fight!
Dudes, I kinda suck!
I didn't get into the residency program of Veteran's Memorial Hospital. That sucks.
Now that's out of the way, let's go back to what we do best here in the blog: making fun of other people. (Yes, this is a clear case of the pot calling the kettle black, but I don't give a flying f*ck. Not right now.)
Now that's out of the way, let's go back to what we do best here in the blog: making fun of other people. (Yes, this is a clear case of the pot calling the kettle black, but I don't give a flying f*ck. Not right now.)
Friday, September 28, 2007
The Bilog Blog Picks a Fight. Issue 1.
Something I saw on the internet pissed me off today. In one of the friendster clone-websites I joined (this one supposedly for book lovers) a person I was connected to gave this review about the book "Soulmates, Karma and Reincarnation" by local woowoo idiot Jaime Licauco:
"either we believe it or not ,, there are some facts that prove about reincarnation... try this book and let's talk bout some experience (if you believe in such thing as karma, reincarnation and soulmate) "
Something in the above statement made me want to provoke a fight. (Guess what it was?! Hahahaha!!) So I added a comment to her little review:
"What facts prove reincarnation?"
I'm waiting for her to reply. I'll keep you losers posted.
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Note: I don't believe in reincarnation. What I do believe is that any Christian or someone with a good education who believes in reincarnation is an idiot.
Next Issue: The Bilog Blog picks a fight with Losers who like The Da Vinci Code.
Monday, September 24, 2007
The week of the crap interview and b*llshit exam.
September 23, 2007
Lest you think that I practically spent the whole week just eating rich food and lying around at home, let me clarify that I did have an eventful week. I had clinic days and was called for an interview at Veteran's Memorial Medical Center. The entrance exam for NKTI was also last Saturday.
The interview at VMMC was, in my opinion, okay except for when they screwed us all in the ass by giving us an oral exam. Each of the interviewees was given a clinical case to discuss with the interview panel. I'm not going to tell you what my case was because I'd really rather not think about it anymore. (Sobs in the corner.)
Last Saturday was the entrance exam for the residency program of NKTI. While I did browse through my Harrison's I have to admit that I didn't study for it since I was trying to finish my Microbiology for USMLE.
...
Okay, fine! I was also lazy! Ahhh, Constant Reader, you know me so well. F*ck you.
At NKTI, I met a batchmate of mine from UPCM and some people who were my clerks at PGH. They were all taking the same test I was. Holy crap! Madami na kami na UP grads applying for only FIVE slots sa IM Department! (Nakanampucha naman mehn!) Then there were about 60 to 70 others applying and taking the exam that day. I had a really bad feeling about my chances and I'm no longer hoping for it.
As for the exam, the only thing I can say about it is, "tawa na lang ako."
I then went home and sulked for the whole day and only went out when I was weak from hunger.
Wow, two ass reamings in a week! No wonder I overate.
Lest you think that I practically spent the whole week just eating rich food and lying around at home, let me clarify that I did have an eventful week. I had clinic days and was called for an interview at Veteran's Memorial Medical Center. The entrance exam for NKTI was also last Saturday.
The interview at VMMC was, in my opinion, okay except for when they screwed us all in the ass by giving us an oral exam. Each of the interviewees was given a clinical case to discuss with the interview panel. I'm not going to tell you what my case was because I'd really rather not think about it anymore. (Sobs in the corner.)
Last Saturday was the entrance exam for the residency program of NKTI. While I did browse through my Harrison's I have to admit that I didn't study for it since I was trying to finish my Microbiology for USMLE.
...
Okay, fine! I was also lazy! Ahhh, Constant Reader, you know me so well. F*ck you.
At NKTI, I met a batchmate of mine from UPCM and some people who were my clerks at PGH. They were all taking the same test I was. Holy crap! Madami na kami na UP grads applying for only FIVE slots sa IM Department! (Nakanampucha naman mehn!) Then there were about 60 to 70 others applying and taking the exam that day. I had a really bad feeling about my chances and I'm no longer hoping for it.
As for the exam, the only thing I can say about it is, "tawa na lang ako."
I then went home and sulked for the whole day and only went out when I was weak from hunger.
Wow, two ass reamings in a week! No wonder I overate.
The Week of Overeating
September 23, 2007
My mother is currently visiting my brother and his wife in Hong Kong, leaving me and my cousin to fend for ourselves. What this basically means, since we were both fully functioning adults, is that we were left to our own devices when it came to our meals. I don't know what my cousin ate but I soon found myself, after a few meals, in a bit of a pickle.
The fundamental problem I had was basically I could only barely afford to feed myself. To solve this, I made out a budget and told myself I was going to stick to it. I woke up late everyday so I didn't have to eat breakfast. What I had almost everyday was brunch, which according to Timmy Turner's dad in the cartoon Fairly Oddparents is "better than lunch!" I planned to stick to the standards, Jollibee, McDonald's and KFC and probably something like Chicken Bacolod or a pizza. The purpose of eating out was also so I didn't have to wash dishes or put out the garbage.
By the end of the 2nd day, I was sick at the thought of fastfood. So I shifted to foodcourt stuff which was only marginally better and more expensive since I ate at the foodcourt in Gateway Mall. My budget was in shambles soon enough because of this. I also found myself eating more than what I normally eat (an understatement), having extra rice for one thing and some dessert, which I normally never have. Having to get dressed every few hours to walk to the mall soon wore me down. Kakatamad!
By the end of the 5th day (last Friday), I was a bit eager for my mother to come home. However, I did not want to worry her too much since I knew she was enjoying her stay abroad so I just shut up about how I was eating when we talked over YM.
Tomorrow, I pick her up at the airport so my week of hellish (not really) overeating is finally over.
Conclusions:
1. If ever end up living alone, I need to hire a cook. Someone who knows how to cook healthful meals. Otherwise, I predict I'll be dead by 40.
2. My eating habits since med school have changed. I can no longer tolerate non-home cooked meals for very long. Nakakasawa ang food court at fastfood.
3. I am a spoiled brat and will probably be hanging around my mother's house even when she and Dad are old and retired.
4. I'm obsessed with food. I even write about it in my blog. Huhuhuhuhuh!!!
My mother is currently visiting my brother and his wife in Hong Kong, leaving me and my cousin to fend for ourselves. What this basically means, since we were both fully functioning adults, is that we were left to our own devices when it came to our meals. I don't know what my cousin ate but I soon found myself, after a few meals, in a bit of a pickle.
The fundamental problem I had was basically I could only barely afford to feed myself. To solve this, I made out a budget and told myself I was going to stick to it. I woke up late everyday so I didn't have to eat breakfast. What I had almost everyday was brunch, which according to Timmy Turner's dad in the cartoon Fairly Oddparents is "better than lunch!" I planned to stick to the standards, Jollibee, McDonald's and KFC and probably something like Chicken Bacolod or a pizza. The purpose of eating out was also so I didn't have to wash dishes or put out the garbage.
By the end of the 2nd day, I was sick at the thought of fastfood. So I shifted to foodcourt stuff which was only marginally better and more expensive since I ate at the foodcourt in Gateway Mall. My budget was in shambles soon enough because of this. I also found myself eating more than what I normally eat (an understatement), having extra rice for one thing and some dessert, which I normally never have. Having to get dressed every few hours to walk to the mall soon wore me down. Kakatamad!
By the end of the 5th day (last Friday), I was a bit eager for my mother to come home. However, I did not want to worry her too much since I knew she was enjoying her stay abroad so I just shut up about how I was eating when we talked over YM.
Tomorrow, I pick her up at the airport so my week of hellish (not really) overeating is finally over.
Conclusions:
1. If ever end up living alone, I need to hire a cook. Someone who knows how to cook healthful meals. Otherwise, I predict I'll be dead by 40.
2. My eating habits since med school have changed. I can no longer tolerate non-home cooked meals for very long. Nakakasawa ang food court at fastfood.
3. I am a spoiled brat and will probably be hanging around my mother's house even when she and Dad are old and retired.
4. I'm obsessed with food. I even write about it in my blog. Huhuhuhuhuh!!!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
A Clinic Story - that sucked!
This guy comes in and he tells me he has a problem with "singaw." I take a look and see one small oral ulcer on the inside of his lower lip. I then disregarded one of the lessons I learned in medicine: "Don't overthink." I asked about sexual history. Yup, he did have sex with a you-know-what. I then asked him if he developed a painless lesion in his thingy. Yes he did. I then informed him that he may have syphilis and that we needed to do a blood test (RPR) to confirm. I then made out a lab request and sent him on his way with the instruction of seeing me when he got the results back.
I was a bit proud of myself. I was finally developing the vaunted CLINICAL EYE. I was so sure of the diagnosis that I even filled out a prescription for antibiotics.
Then the poor fellow came back with the results. Negative.
Hehehe. So much for clinical eye.
I was a bit proud of myself. I was finally developing the vaunted CLINICAL EYE. I was so sure of the diagnosis that I even filled out a prescription for antibiotics.
Then the poor fellow came back with the results. Negative.
Hehehe. So much for clinical eye.
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