<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238</id><updated>2009-09-18T17:22:17.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillbox</title><subtitle type='html'>A collaborative blog of medical students.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>jadetv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-4494494738785520859</id><published>2009-08-20T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T17:32:14.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Endurance</title><summary type='text'>Medicine school and the subsequent residency training are a test of endurance.  As I come near the end of my residency, sad to say, I am feeling more and more burnt out by the day.  I count each day.  I hesitate to get up in the morning and leave the house.  But somehow I manage to just go and face each day, although, with a heavy heart.  Perhaps it's really just about attitude.  I can try to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/4494494738785520859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/4494494738785520859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#4494494738785520859' title='Endurance'/><author><name>jadetv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17906804321472858867'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-1870034737060351716</id><published>2009-05-10T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:03:18.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><summary type='text'>It's Mothers' Day.  It's my 1st official Mothers' Day (the 1st unofficial was when Marek was still inside my tummy).  But I'm not at home with my son, instead, I'm in the hospital waiting for the OB residents to call me whenever a fellow mother in labor, or about to deliver, needs my skill.  I told my family we were going to celebrate it a day ahead.  I didn't request to exchange duties with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/1870034737060351716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/1870034737060351716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1870034737060351716' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>jadetv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17906804321472858867'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-6033450555410494984</id><published>2009-04-08T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:21:55.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ER resident</title><summary type='text'>I'm a second year Pediatrics resident at Metropolitan Hospital in Sta Cruz, Manila. As a second year, my duty post is at the ER. When I was in first year, I complained frequently about the amount of work that I had during duty hours - going on patient rounds with all attending MD's, doing complete ward rounds, attending to all deliveries at the nursery - basically making sure that I was in at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/6033450555410494984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/6033450555410494984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6033450555410494984' title='ER resident'/><author><name>mjc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04886655767357516418'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-848823088420791996</id><published>2008-10-13T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:02:10.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back and ahead</title><summary type='text'>An archive of memories, this blog is.  We're still a work in progress and reading through the past blogs was both a sigh of relief-- for having surpassed that time in our life, the sorrows of clerkship, the anxiety of the Boards; and at the same time a reminder that we could not relax yet, there's still so much we have to work for, we have to train, hone our skills, to get to where we really want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/848823088420791996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/848823088420791996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#848823088420791996' title='Looking back and ahead'/><author><name>jadetv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17906804321472858867'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-6335915454834019079</id><published>2007-03-24T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:39:35.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Is About Influence, Not Control</title><summary type='text'>http://www.hazelden.org/web/public/hff11022.pageThe Hazelden Foundation provides resources for those struggling with alcohol and other substances, and for their loved ones. It was founded in 1949 as a private alcohol and drug rehabilitation center.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/6335915454834019079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/6335915454834019079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6335915454834019079' title='Leadership Is About Influence, Not Control'/><author><name>mjc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04886655767357516418'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-4350417854211138380</id><published>2007-02-27T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T02:24:53.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb M.D.s</title><summary type='text'>To the February 2007 M.D.s, both by choice and by circumstance, congratulations! To August 2007 exam retakers &amp; takers, this is another cycle. Let the wind fill the sails of your ship of dreams, stay the course towards all the best!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/4350417854211138380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/4350417854211138380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4350417854211138380' title='Feb M.D.s'/><author><name>mjc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04886655767357516418'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-116196274775205739</id><published>2006-10-27T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:25:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Residency</title><summary type='text'>I've been in denial regarding taking up medicine and being a doctor.  I wasn't forced into it but it wasn't what I wanted either (or have I told you this already?).  After passing the boards, I felt not just relieved but also proud of myself.  But this didn't stop me from getting kind of irked whenever relatives and friends call me doc Jade.  As if that was fun.  Yeah, I know they're proud of me,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/116196274775205739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/116196274775205739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116196274775205739' title='Residency'/><author><name>jadetv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17906804321472858867'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-115754504224139014</id><published>2006-09-06T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:17:22.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passing the boards</title><summary type='text'>Prayer before study -Lord, thank You for taking us through so many years of preparation. If this is Your will for us, guide us to fulfill it.  Please help us to remember in our mind and in our hearts whatever we read and study today, to pass the exams, and to benefit our patients in the future. In the Name of Jesus, Amen. Everyone studied diligently. Everyone prayed faithfully. Why do others pass</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/115754504224139014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/115754504224139014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115754504224139014' title='passing the boards'/><author><name>mjc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04886655767357516418'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-113600084172682618</id><published>2005-12-31T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:13:51.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months to go...</title><summary type='text'>I just recently realized that we have completed more than half of our internship and finally it will all be over. Finally we will be able to take the board exams and get the coveted title of a DOCTOR. Time seemed to run so fast that last year we were just chossing our hospitals for internship and now it is almost complete. When we started our internship we had hopes that our dirty clerkship </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/113600084172682618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/113600084172682618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113600084172682618' title='4 months to go...'/><author><name>Jitney Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793222568720719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05579998171117092712'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-112532557854232275</id><published>2005-08-29T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:26:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit</title><summary type='text'>From a hymn: When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll, whatever my lot, God hast taught me to say, Even so, it is well with my soul.  Medical interns have a 3 day work week, all for this so-called noble profession, preduty 8 hrs, duty 24 to 34 hrs, from duty 5 to 8 hours and then again. We make rounds day in and day out, we run commonplace errands yet are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/112532557854232275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/112532557854232275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112532557854232275' title='Spirit'/><author><name>mjc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04886655767357516418'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-111882584470293548</id><published>2005-06-15T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:00:46.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coming back</title><summary type='text'>In a few weeks I will be going back to the wards to conclude my clerkship. The 2 months that I have spent on hiatus (not by choice) is about to end, and I sadly realized that I did not want it to. A change has occured in me. And perhaps I'm starting to realize that maybe, just maybe, I'm really not meant for this. Perhaps, I'm meant to do something else.. Just wish I knew what the something else </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/111882584470293548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/111882584470293548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111882584470293548' title='coming back'/><author><name>berenice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09423350733107122197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06239477163721518774'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-111754411159911045</id><published>2005-05-31T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T20:55:11.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship!!!</title><summary type='text'>This blog has been dormant.  Maybe close to death is more like it.  Speaking of death, I thought I died during clerkship.  But as you may have noticed, the last blog was a year ago.  But I'm still here.  And read the title once more.  It says internship.  Yes, I survived hell named clerkship (it was to me--well it wasn't that hellish, just something close to it. haha).  And after two weeks, I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/111754411159911045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/111754411159911045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111754411159911045' title='Internship!!!'/><author><name>jadetv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17906804321472858867'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-108855667087176722</id><published>2004-06-30T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T08:51:10.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clerksip!!!!</title><summary type='text'>It's been almost 2 months since I began my clerkship program here in UST.  DId I learn anything?  Maybe...  It's the clerks task to fix the patient's papers for admission, reserve a room (or would 'bed' would be a more appropriate term for our setting?) where the patient (and the clerk, of course) would be most comfortable to, make sure the laboratory requessts are done, make sure he is broought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/108855667087176722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/108855667087176722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108855667087176722' title='Clerksip!!!!'/><author><name>Jitney Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793222568720719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05579998171117092712'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-107265994336544389</id><published>2003-12-29T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T09:06:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . health</title><summary type='text'>      Invariably included in holiday greetings are hopes for peace and prosperity, health and happiness. I've always wondered why send health along with the rest of it. It's easy to see why it would take a hope or a wish to achieve peace, prosperity, happiness, but health seems much more within reach. Eat right, sleep right, stay active, and you'll have health. Easy. It doesn't take a wish or a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/107265994336544389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/107265994336544389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107265994336544389' title='. . . health'/><author><name>mjc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04886655767357516418'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-107102840387456219</id><published>2003-12-10T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T09:09:22.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinical Impression</title><summary type='text'>Last week I was confronted by sudden worries about our exams and  a series of phone calls from my mom.  For two weeks my mom has been experiencing nonspecific symptoms.  It started out as a mild epigastric pain which my mom thought was attributed to hyperacidity.  So I advised her to stop drinking coffee, carbonated drinks and tea and refrain from taking NSAIDs which she takes during her long </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/107102840387456219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/107102840387456219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107102840387456219' title='Clinical Impression'/><author><name>Jitney Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793222568720719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05579998171117092712'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-106937666943999973</id><published>2003-11-21T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T09:04:55.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Index of Suspicion</title><summary type='text'>As medical students we are often reminded in our textbooks and even by our predecessors to always have a high index of suspicion in dealing with an illness.  I heard a doctor once say that the problem with those people in the medical profession is that whenever a relative or a family presents with a complaint, we think of the least debilitating disease as a possibility.  However, whenever we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106937666943999973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106937666943999973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937666943999973' title='High Index of Suspicion'/><author><name>Jitney Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793222568720719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05579998171117092712'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-106931804918191125</id><published>2003-11-20T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T16:47:54.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nakakagimbal!!!</title><summary type='text'>Reading the description of partial abortion sent shivers down my spine.  Are they human?  Whenever I hear such stories, I remember what agent Smith told Neo in Matrix, that we are just viruses that live to destroy (something like that).So it's true that Bush signed the Partial Birth Abortion Ban Act of 2003.  I would say that's the first good thing he did for humanity (yes, i hate his war on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106931804918191125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106931804918191125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931804918191125' title='nakakagimbal!!!'/><author><name>carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066188521316674545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08317440039487768662'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-106905030140852451</id><published>2003-11-17T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T15:49:19.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acute Appendicitis</title><summary type='text'>Last Saturday, while preparing to attend a wedding of my classmate in Cabanatuan City, I was confronted with a slight pain in my periumbilical area.  I was not bothered at first but upon remembering that I had a moderate to severe colicky pain in my epigastric area 2 days before made me really nervous.  Could this be acute appendicitis?I never undergone surgery my entire life and I really dread</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106905030140852451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106905030140852451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106905030140852451' title='Acute Appendicitis'/><author><name>Jitney Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15793222568720719667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05579998171117092712'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-106921528987542451</id><published>2003-11-19T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T13:10:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTIAL ABORTION</title><summary type='text'>President Bush signed the Partial Birth Abortion Ban Act of 2003 last November 5, 2003.  It was on headlines everywhere... Hmm... having gone through the OB-GYNE module, i'm aware of the different kinds of abortion... But PARTIAL ABORTION? Hmm... what's that?So i searched for literature over the net, and I came across the actual copy of the "Partial-Birth Abortion Ban Act of 2003".  There, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106921528987542451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106921528987542451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106921528987542451' title='PARTIAL ABORTION'/><author><name>Doc Broks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04768129627470832279'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-106904496890403595</id><published>2003-11-17T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T12:56:31.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANG GALING NG SECTION C!!!</title><summary type='text'>I would like to congratulate the following people for participating and winning in the recently concluded Palarong MED.  Ang galing nila! Grabe!!!Men's Basketball: Marco ValenciaWomen's Basketball: Kimberly CaringalMen's Volleyball: Albert AdralesWomen's Volleyball: Ingrid SiapnoBadminton: Reagan Tan, Ching KatimbangSwimming: Richard TanaquinSoccer: Jade VerastigueComplete ba?  Sana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106904496890403595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106904496890403595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904496890403595' title='ANG GALING NG SECTION C!!!'/><author><name>carmela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10066188521316674545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08317440039487768662'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-106889652327730844</id><published>2003-11-15T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T19:42:23.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palarong Med</title><summary type='text'>Students from different med schools in Manila took a time out.  The atmosphere was very relaxed.  Everyone came as athletes and, as far as I can see, there wasn't a single soul who showed his/her nerdyness by opening a med book.  Of course we know, med life is toxic, and maybe there were those who had nagging thoughts of I-have-to-finish-reading-this-and-that, but inspite of that, everyone looked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106889652327730844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106889652327730844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106889652327730844' title='Palarong Med'/><author><name>jadetv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17906804321472858867'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-106860711565847119</id><published>2003-11-12T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T11:18:33.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for this guy</title><summary type='text'>Here's a man who goes to another country, away from his family, to earn a living.  What does he get in return?  A pituitary adenoma!  In that foreign country he got framed and was got some punishment he didn't deserve.   As part of the punishment he also got hit so hard in the head which probably led to the adenoma.  And now his life is ruined.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106860711565847119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106860711565847119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106860711565847119' title='sorry for this guy'/><author><name>jadetv</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17906804321472858867'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-106844852885019419</id><published>2003-11-10T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T15:15:26.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SLE Conference</title><summary type='text'>SLE stands for Systemic Lupus Erythematosus. It is a multisystem disease that affects females of childbearing age, with a 15:1 female to male ratio. The etiology or cause is unknown, but may involve genetics, drug exposure, and estrogens. The pathogenesis involves antinuclear antibodies or ANA's and other autoimmune disease processes.     On 8 Nov 2003 Sat, I was one of ten students from my class</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106844852885019419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106844852885019419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106844852885019419' title='SLE Conference'/><author><name>mjc</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04886655767357516418'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-106765184829564251</id><published>2003-11-01T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T10:08:53.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UST MED - Final word on the Semestral Exams </title><summary type='text'>Got this from a 2nd year friend...the percentage applies to sophomores and not us 3rd years...Dear batchmates, Summary I am sorry to inform you that despite all our efforts, the dean has told us that the semestrals would go through as scheduled. He said that this was non-negotiable. What was fruitful with our endeavor however was that we were told that our official transcript of records</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106765184829564251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106765184829564251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106765184829564251' title='UST MED - Final word on the Semestral Exams '/><author><name>Doc Broks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04768129627470832279'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828238.post-106724562973049317</id><published>2003-10-27T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T17:07:09.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK YOUR NECK at the C5 level</title><summary type='text'>Exactly a week from now, we'd be having our semestral exams... it's much more like TORTURE TESTS if you'd ask me. The Faculty has given us 18 days to study 11 or 12 mind blowin' subjects. Right now, I'm receiving a lot of messages from my friends [and strangers even] not to enroll on Wednesday in protestation of the upcoming exams. Everything going-on in med school right now is just nuts... and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106724562973049317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828238/posts/default/106724562973049317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pillboxblog.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106724562973049317' title='BREAK YOUR NECK at the C5 level'/><author><name>Doc Broks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04768129627470832279'/></author></entry></feed>