Tuesday, May 11, 2004

LiVinG iS SIMPle

Living is simple
It's gravity
Gravity isn't so hard
Living is simple
It's entropy
Entropy, falling apart
I'm falling apart again

Living is simple
And breathing is easy
It's easy to do
Living is simple
And losing is easy
I'm losing my cool
I'm losing my cool again

"All will be made well
Will be made well
Will be made well
Will be made well" *

Is this fiction?
Is this fiction?
Hope has given himself to the worst
Is this fiction or divine comedy?
Where the last of the last finish first
Living is simple

Living is dying
Your mercy, Your mercy
Is how I believe
Living is dying
I can't understand it
I'm down on my knees
Confessing my needs again

I've had my choices
I've chosen today
I've had my choices
The choices remain

* Julian of Norwich

Eleksyon 2004

bayan,nandirito po ako ngayon upang ipaalam na nadivirginive na po ang aking right forefinger...SA WAKAS! first time ko pong bumoto ngayon, kahit na ba 21 years old na ako...i finally exercised my right to vote! yey!

Friday, March 19, 2004

med nyt d!vas

this was taken last feb 28 at the cooyeesan hotel where the annual Med Nyt was held. traditionally, med nyts are always hosted and sponsored by the sophomore medical students...this year's theme was retro...{Med Nyt Goes Retro: a blast from the past} and what a blast it was. it was uber fun...plus it provided the respite we needed from our hectic schedules of quizzes, exams, lectures, and the endless make-up hours that seemed to pile up continuously...

Friday, January 16, 2004

University Days!!!

Whoa! At last, something to get busy with...para hindi na lang puro school work.

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Haha! Star circle kids...not! :) pedia kids sa aming parade...

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And, of course, the mommies... :) san ka pa?

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Taong ginto!

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

It Is Not The Critic Who Counts

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out
how the strong man stumbled, nor where the other
doer or deeds could have done better.
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
Whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood,
Who strikes valiatly; who errs and comes short
Again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms,
The great devotions, and spends himself to a worthy cause,
Who at best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement,
And who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly;
So that his place shall never with those cold and timid souls be
Who know niether victory
Nor defeat.