Embryology: Development of Excretory System


Why I Only Use Facebook Messenger

Facebook is now already a staple in every student’s life. Screw you, Facebook Groups. Even if you don’t give a rat’s ass about how someone spent his/her Christmas vacation, you’re like tied up to a chair and forced to witness someone eat a sushi because you clicked on that small blue F icon on your phone or robotically typed facebook.com the minute you opened your browser. Apart from its detrimental effects to the brain (its effects on focus and attention span), I’m going to list some reasons why I don’t like Facebook.

1. People seem to only find value in the things they do if they are able to share it.

Nothing’s wrong with wanting to share things about your life but some people just have the compulsion to post EVERYTHING. If they aren’t able to do so, the experience is just not complete.

2. People use it to secure themselves of their own relationships.

Maybe I am just good at finding something that I will criticize but there’s a fine line between celebrating your relationship together and using Facebook as a platform for your communication. Not everything needs to be out in the open. Don’t use Facebook to assure everyone, including yourself, that “you’re going strong”, only for you to share broody bitter posts about your ex three weeks later.

3. People don’t live in the moment anymore.

People live for the monopods and the likes they’ll get for the pictures they took. *ehem, concerts* You don’t have to document EVERYTHING!

4. People already have a first impression of you before having met you in the first place.

First impressions are no longer created upon first meeting but the first click on that name and a few scrolls down the timeline.

5. People keep comparing lives.

Because almost everyone’s lives are on it, it’s not difficult to make comparisons. When you make comparisons, you end up feeeling good or bad. Both are messed up. This is the reason why avid Facebook users develop depression. People only post what they want other people to see.

I guess if all else fails, there’s always the deactivate button there that I can click.

The Problem With Being An Independent Learner

Lectures suck. No matter how attentive I am, by the time I leave the room, 2-hour worth lecture is down the drain. It also doesn’t help when I am seated at the very back of a lecture room.

It used to work back in college when students never exceeded 40. But in med school, to me it’s pretty much a waste of time.

It’s not like the only things that will pop up in the exam are the ones being said the lecture. NO. You always have to read the book. So why bother listening to a powerpoint slide narration of your lecturer? Why can’t they just give out the powerpoints at the beginning of the semester and be done with it? Seriously! US med schools do it, and I’m pretty sure the quality of their produced physicians is the same if not better.

What is the deal with making attendance mandatory? Come on! Not everyone can learn in a room filled with at least 100 people. Not everyone can be an auditory learner. I, for one, learn best when reading or watching a video. Lectures just make me want to rip my head off of my body and throw it into the ocean. It’s a waste of time and energy.

Group discussions are great. Let’s leave the attendance-based grading there. Plus written exams, of course. But lectures just waste my time. It even makes my butt big. A lot of studies have proven that attention span of most people is very short! Why make us suffer from sitting in lectures?

I would be glad if med school was mostly home study and the only time I need to go meet up with other students is during group discussions and presentations.

Halfway The 1st Sem in Med School

They weren’t kidding when they said that med school entails sacrifice. You’ll never really know what the word means until you’re exactly in¬†that position.¬†

It doesn’t just ask you to give up so much of your time (actually, ALL of your time) to study.

It asks you to give up the time you usally set aside for the ones you care about. Yes, if you’re good with time management, you can still see them but not as much as you’re used to.

It also asks you to be loyal. It should be your only focus, nothing else.

It asks you to¬†stay out¬†of your comfort zone. It doesn’t just ask you to come out of your comfort zone, it asks you to never go¬†back there. Med school can be fun, yes, you can still do other fun things, but not as much as you’re used to. You can never go back to the time when you still had complete sleep before a major exam in college; to the time when you can just listen to a lecture and pass an exam without extra effort on your part, just functioning ears and a bit of logic and analytical skills.

All of those days are¬†gone. You may be thinking,¬†in a couple of years this will be over and my life can go back to what it was.¬†NO. By the time “it’s over” (believe me, there’s no such thing as¬†it’s over¬†once you started it), you’re already past your¬†walwal¬†days. You can never get those years back. That is why you should really really want this enough.

Med school is not for the weak. Truly, it’s only for those who can’t imagine themselves doing something else. Had I been passionate about something else, I wouldn’t have thought of entering med school.

August 28, 2016 | Hellest Week

The worst week of my life has come. I used to think that the people before me only said it was¬†hard¬†because they weren’t working hard enough. Well, I am face-flat-on-the-ground¬†wrong.¬†They weren’t exaggerating when they said this was hard. Hard doesn’t even begin to cover¬†this. This is¬†madness.

I’ve got double shiftings on top of shiftings and practical exams and due lab manuals. Everyday next week will be unbearable. My left arm is already totally killing me. There’s this uncertainty of me passing or not. FUCK. Can I be any more stressed?

Weird thing is, the thought of quitting never crossed my mind. It’s surreal. I feel like I’m up for the challenge.¬†I want this bad enough to go through any kind of hell.

A Die-Hard Swiftie Who Got Struck By Reality Hard

I was in fifth grade when I first heard a Taylor Swift song. I remembered being so unused to hearing a song with such pure unfiltered lyrics. It was as if it was just someone like me, a little girl, singing the song. Not with adulty lyrics about longing for someone’s touch or something. 

It was also unusual because I rarely heard Country music being played on the radio. I remembered seeing a picture of her on a lyric website thinking oh she’s sweet and pretty for a singer. (Because the first singer I ever idolized was Avril Lavigne, and she wasn’t exactly what you’d consider sweet). 

I knew she was special. And a few years later, everybody started to think so, too. I heard her again, this time, with a feel-god, positive love song Love Story and unlike the heartbreaky Teardrops on my Guitar that I first heard. I became obssessed with her. She was one-of-a-kind. As far as I knew, no singer has ever connected with me the way she had. Music video after music video came out and I was hooked. Fearless will always be one of my most treasured albums OF ALL TIME. 

Speak Now was magical. All songs purely written by her. Then she came to tour and I just had to be there. That concert was one of the most fun moments of my life. I felt devoted to her after having seen and heard her perform. She was amazing. 

Red was not different. I loved her music all the same despite people saying it’s pop. Who cares if it’s pop, it’s still Taylor Swift. It’s still her lyrics, her life, her music. I loved seeing her change. I was already in college when she released it. I felt like we were both changing at the same time. 

1989 was something else. It made me admire her so much more. How could someone create something so unbelievably and unexpectedly breathtaking? (And I’m not overexaggerating. That’s how I would put it in to words the first time I heard it)

After three albums, I thought 1989 wouldn’t be as good. I thought it wouldn’t be like her. Especially because Shake It Off was the first single. But I was proven wrong. I didn’t care if it could’ve been named The Harry Styles album, for godssakes. Her music sounded like how you would feel it. I didn’t know she did that but she did. And I didn’t care who the songs were about. If a song was crap, I wouldn’t care for who it’s written for. 

I downloaded a hefty 9 GB worth of video, The 1989 World Tour, that is, from Apple Music, sometime in Christmas. I was still as in awe as I was the first time I saw her perform. I could name my child after her, I could swear it. I knew I’d always be a Swiftie because after all those years, I still admired her. 

When she dated Calvin Harris, I thought she could finally settle down and probably see her with an album about a wedding or something. Maybe it could be the end of the Taylor Swift drama buzz as I’ve also got tired of the media sensationalizing her as a celebrity more than an artist. But no. They broke up. Fine with me. As I said, as long as she wrote good music, I wouldn’t care less about her love life. But then, she dated Tom Hiddleston. WTF?! Where the fuck did Loki come from? hebddnebwiwiedjanw? Was that supposed to be a joke?

Her 2016 album would probably still amaze the fuck out of me. Or maybe not. But I felt like I’d been hitting my head on a concrete wall for more than a decade and I just felt the concussion ten years later. I have no idea what kind of PR stunt she is pulling off. But what the hell? 

She actually has some real talent and I just don’t get why she has to release all this bullshit publicity. Oh, I know: sales.  The Squad is also becoming so old. Makes me think about fake and fleeting friendships in high school.

So I thought about it and realized I’ve always been right. Taylor and I have been growing together, changing together. Indeed! I already finished college. She’s doing her own thing. She’s doing what a 26 year-old millionnaire can do! Dating hot men and earning millions both at the same time. I’m writing about her now because she’s successful as fuck!

I started out as a girl who looked up so much to her, thinking she’s the girl I want to be like: sweet, musically genius and smart. Damn right, she is all of those things. Now, I am one of those people who cringes whenever I see her in that short stick-straight platinum blond hair. At least now I know I’m growing up. I could never be a sweet girl anyway.