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Monday, April 9, 2012

Photos: Football Afternoon

He just wandered into our game, and wouldn't let go of the ball... AND, because he had threads like Football dude RG, we dubbed RG Jr. :-)
Oh, and that's me, making a goal. Against RG.
(Next time, I'll tell him not to treat me like a girl. :-) )
David Beckham vs. College football varsity. hehe. :-p
Swag. Need I say more?
I loved football practice!

Even the drills were fun! :-)

( Personally, I think I'm more of the striker type than the goalie type...I like being on the offensive.) 

(Also, it seems more painful. I already have a bruise on my right lower leg from earlier...)

Love, 

S.

P.s. This was taken at UST when we were playing earlier this afternoon, after work. 

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Photos: PPA Convention, Tagaytay January 24-27, 2012

Taal Vista Hotel, January 26, 2012.

The place was really nice. This was at 8AM, when I was just going around to take pictures... the place itself is pretty. My photos don't do it justice, but when I say pretty, and calm, and peaceful (and super windy!), I really meant it.



That's Taal Volcano in the background. The venue was just my kind of space...lots and lots of wide open spaces, and photo options. 

That's Taal Volcano, a "Volcano within a Lake." <-- Dayanara Torres said something to this effect earlier.

Taal Vista has a Walden Pond type of feel...no doubt this guys things so too. :-)



Pre- or Post- performance. Can't remember. :-)


"The Lings", minus Bien...who was SROD at the time. :-p

"Mga Anak ni SBV"? ;-)
Oh, and I got to meet Margie Holmes. Isn't that cool too?

After we did our dance number. :-) (We won 3rd place, though. hehe)

Oh, and guess what. Promise was there..."Gilagid" smile and all! :-)

(there were other happenings, on that "last thursday night". haha.)
We had a great time.

Love,

S.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Balls.


For the "unofficial" Christmas exchange gift party, I got  a set of 3 tubes of tennis balls..."Maybe these'll get you back to playing sports" - Joff.

Yippee!

(I love the "pop!" of freshly-opened balls. and the smell. and their heavy bounce when you first play.)

~


Love,

S.

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Monday, November 1, 2010

Meeting "The Father"

“If you see a clinic door with an eye on it, then you know you’re in the right building, and on the 6th Floor. BVR’s office is right down the hall,” said our Chief Resident.

Every Thursday morning a bunch of us pre-residents and residents troop over to the Manila Doctor’s Hospital, a 5 minute walk from PGH down Maria Orosa St. to UN Avenue where it occupies much of the block. It’s a once-weekly lecture of one hour, with Dr. Balthazar V. Reyes, which we fondly call “BVR Hour”.

Balthazar V. Reyes is an esteemed psychiatrist…so respected and held in high regard, that he is often referred to as the “Father of Philippine Psychiatry”. He was the pioneering psychiatrist in the country and established the training program in the fifties.

(In many ways, he IS a National Treasure, but I’m just saying that because I’m a huge fan.)

It has been tradition to set aside 7AM of every Thursday of the week as BVR Hour. It’s when the residents go over to BVR’s clinic for a lecture on topics chosen the previous week. He’s 85 and he’s not as fit as he used to be, so instead of him going to the hospital, we go to where he is. He’s a learned man, and with all that experience and knowledge of Psychiatry, we are lucky to benefit from it.

Dr. BVR is into psychodynamics, and was trained in the States. He does psychoanalysis mostly in his practice. His approach is Freudian, and as an advocate for Sigmund Freud’s ideas, he can basically talk about psychodynamics and psychoanalysis and can even say where the book was from. He has a good memory too. Once when a resident did a report from Sidney Tarachow’s book on Psychoanalysis, he was able to give explicit details and chapter information too. (I was impressed, of course.)

When he talks, you can’t help but listen. He is soft-spoken, but when he talks, there is a firmness in his demeanor, and a twinkle in his eye, as he relates stories and lessons to us. He’d lean forward a little when he asks questions, and occasionally touches the tips of his fingers together while he’s talking. He makes Freud’s work so interesting (it is, actually), and Psychoanalysis so easy (it isn’t, actually) when he talks about these topics.

The first time we met, we were very early at the office…it was 15 minutes before 7AM when we all sat down on the couch. He was in his chair, behind the table, just quiet. Bien said later that it seemed as though he was scrutinizing us. (In a way, he was…but then isn’t that what people usually do at first meeting, size each other up?) Well, he asked us, and small talk was started. :-p He asked us if we had any questions. I couldn’t help myself (of course, haha), and I figured that I wasn’t going to get many chances to be able to talk to “The Voice of Wisdom” always, so I had to take a chance.

I asked him what he thought of Sybil (the book on the woman with multiple personalities) and if he ever had a patient who had multiple personalities. He said he had read the book, and didn’t say yes or no…but did say that it was a rare case (I couldn’t tell if he had had one, so there.) However, that starter question fueled more questions and we had a conversation going.

For someone so highly-regarded, he was surprisingly down-to-earth. Chamie said that he seemed like a grandfather figure, and that the sessions felt like we were like grandchildren on their Lolo’s knees, waiting for a story. I feel the same way. BVR is my lolo’s age, and he speaks in the same way Lolo does, but he’s not as funny. He’s serious, but is affable enough not to make you feel like you are a lesser creature. I’d say it was a positive transference.

It’s usually a senior’s job to do didactics. They usually report, bringing along their laptops while we all take notes and listen. BVR interjects every now and then, and we all listen to what he has to say. If there ever was a seasoned psychiatrist, that would be him.

He knew one of our mentors back in my old medical school, and even referred to him by his nickname (graduates from our school usually go on to do well in the PGH Psychiatry Program.). That was comforting to know that he knew familiar people.

Anyway, after Dr. Cezz  Cruzado’s report on the psychic apparatus and Dr. Mafin Tagufa’s report on Ego and defense mechanisms, he asked us what we wanted to discuss for next week. I especially enjoyed that discussion, I had read about it extensively for a writing project I had in mind so I was able to answer his questions. So when he asked what we wanted for next week, I raised my hand and said, “Could we discuss about Dreams, Sir?” (I had spied a book by Brenner (An Elementary Textbook on Psychoanalysis) in the call room and had read the chapter (for another writing project) Frankly, I thought he wrote in loopy style, so I wanted to have someone discuss it and make it more palatable.).

Guess who ended up with extra work?

Why, me,  of course.

I was naïve enough to ask, “Who’s doing the report, Sir?” “You, of course.” He said, with a chuckle.

And so here I am, making it.

(Me and my big mouth…)


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But I don’t mind, I suppose. Dreams and their interpretation are important psychoanalytic concepts. And, as Sigmund Freud said in the 3rd edition of his “Interpretation of Dreams”, dreams are the royal road to the unconscious, a wellspring of information about our idiosyncrasies.

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It’s the first day of November, and everywhere else around the country, Filipinos are celebrating and remembering their departed loved ones by going to the Cemeteries to light candles. Since I’m in Manila and I can’t do either one, I’m here instead, writing about a dear, dear loved one who recently passed away (July 2010)my Lolo.

Dr. BVR reminds me of my grandfather in many ways, they’re even the same age. Perhaps this is why I feel a connection with the man and his knowledge, a positive transference. (It’s not just because I’m a “G.R.O.”, as my co-preresidents jokingly call me (I am known to ask questions and not be shy when it comes to it.)

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I still miss my Lolo very much.



with BVR, October 2010


Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Week 1: Orientation

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Week 1 of pre-residency in Psychiatry is orientation week.

We’ve been taken around the hospital, given extensive orientations on what to do, and where things are, and where to go when we’re needed there, and etc.

This morning we had a sit-down with the training officer (who, coincidentally, was a graduate of my med school, and came from my hometown). It was a very “physiologic” orientation, if I do say so myself. Or maybe psychiatrists just have that “way” of dealing with people. It was very organized and succinct, but afterwards, you’ll you got everything down pat anyway.

(One of my favorite teachers back in med school (she was a psychiatrist), was lecturing once and talked about the beauty of outlines, and organization. Psychiatry seems to be very organized and structured, it’s almost comforting. J)

We were told that the biggest makers and breakers were three things; the oral exams, the written exams and the grand rounds. The written exams were to be given in the middle of the academic year and were multiple choice questions, with items of varying degrees of difficulty (A passing grade is 75%, and if you failed, you’d have to retake it again. Once.). The oral exams was a real time interview with a psychiatric patient, chosen by a panel of 3 consultant psychiatrists of the department (Me: “…or an actor?” (laughter from everyone in the table)). They’d be grading you on how you interviewed and dealt the patient, how you come up with differential diagnoses and your treatment plan (which, most likely would be a psychotic case or maybe someone with a mood disorder, which was the usual kind of cases given to patients.)

Somehow, I’m viewing this as a challenge, because, as I’ve said over and over again, speaking in Tagalog makes me anxious. :-p Seriously, it is a hurdle I must overcome… To be perfectly honest, it’s embarrassing how big a deal of it I’m making, because everyone swears that it is a pretty simple language, and you get the hang of it if you keep speaking it.

It’s more of a…”I’m shy”, kind of thing. Years back, one of my uncles joked about how I should stick to speaking in English after hearing me talk in Tagalog. That kind of stuck…and besides, we hardly talk in Tagalog where I’m from. I can understand it perfectly of course, but I don’t have an extensive a vocabulary as I’d like to. And I sound…funny. I think. Or different. And people can tell, but I don’t think they’re going to mind very much, as long as I can be understood. (The accent issues are mine alone. Nobody else cares, I think. LOL)

It’s not helping that my co-preresidents talk in English when we’re together as a group most of the time, too. :-p They’re very cool people, actually. That’s a pic of us on one of our lunches-out together. Everybody brings something to the table, it’s a shame really that since there were only 4 slots to be filled, one of us 5 has to go (we’re going to be ranked accordingly after our tenure as pre-residents). That’s a big heartbreak for whoever gets…well, gets booted. 

Still, there’s the promise of something. Since there were other programs with slots that wouldn’t be filled (i.e. Family Medicine has 15 slots, but only 2 applicants), so the training officer offered that if we were all going to perform really well and be in top shape as pre-residents, he’s going to personally go to the Chairman of the hospital to give the program an extra slot so all five of us would be accommodated. Which would be, undoubtedly, PHYSIOLOGIC. J haha. * fingers crossed *

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Speaking of heartbreak, there’s a quote from Andre Agassi’s book (Open) that I especially like, because I can relate;

“ We are like blocks of stone… blows of His chisel which hurt us so much are what make us perfect.”

(Actually, I wanted the one about how a broken heart was about shooting pains in your chest that hurt endlessly, like a wound that never healed. Why so? Because that’s what it feels like. And I don’t want to keep having that feeling again. So…I hope everything goes well.).

:-)





Thursday, September 30, 2010

Hold my hand.

Near-Infinite Possibilities. Ermita, Manila. September 2010.

"Christ, did you... did you see the streets, just the streets? There were thousands of them! Then how you do it down there, how do you choose just one... one woman, one house, one landscape to look at, one way to die...?~" 1900 (The Legend of 1900)

(it's sort of a secret of mine...choices are great, yet infinite possibilities can almost be scary. Hold my hand? I'll be stronger this way.)

Oct 4 = Day 1. :-)


Wednesday, September 8, 2010

A reason?

I love the 7th floor.


Nothing ever happens here, but I love it anyway.


Today, I'm quietly enjoying the early afternoon breeze and just thoroughly doing some R&R near the pool. There's a study area/coffee table section that's empty except for myself. There are two other people on the lounge chairs, and there are two dudes swimming in the water (and no, they have not made me pause in my typing because they don't have chiseled abs.)


Anyhoo...that's not what's important. The fact is, I haven't been writing in a while, and now, a day which I call "free" (one of the last few ones), I've decided to just park my booty down here so I can get some writing done. There's free WiFi in this area, and the breeze is really nice. (You could almost believe that you weren't in the middle of Manila.)


(I'm taking advantage of the great amenities of my uncle's condo unit and maximizing my reclusive lifetstyle. But not really...my cousin Gerard will be coming along in a while and we might watch a movie, or something.) I haven't really seen my friends this time around...I think i'm swearing off commuting for a couple of days after yesterday.


* sigh *


One of the requirements for a hospital I was applying for wanted me to get a psych test done, so I had to travel to Mandaluyong City and go into alleys and backways and just...find it. :-p As it turns out it was within a subdivision...and you'd never guess it was a psych testing facility.


The night before, I tried to look up "possibilities" in that psych test. I didn't find anything useful and maybe even didn't look hard enough to find what I wanted to look for. In a sense, I wanted to see if i could wheedle my way and get a good score on my psych test.


I didn't read enough. There was a situational/complete-this-sentence test (could be answered in English or Tagalog), an IQ test, a Minnesota, A Draw-a-Person test, and, my personal surprise favorite...the Rorschach Inkblot test. <-- I didn't see the bat or the butterfly, but I saw Napoleon the Boar from Animal Farm. <-- Uh-oh... I wonder what that means. (I only just looked up the results/interpretation this afternoon). I even said one card reminded me of the Jesus in Rio.


The Minnesota took a while...it basically asked repetitive-themed questions, all 400 of them. I just wanted to get it over with, and it was getting dark and I just wanted to go home, and eat. or rest.


I took the MRT, but ended up getting on the wrong side. and had to go all the way to North Ave station (at the opposite end), and back to Taft Station. Geesh. That and all the walking around had me swearing off commuting for a while...like, today, for example. I think I'll see Weng and JoeJoe tomorrow na lang. I just want to stay at home and maybe watch a movie later at the mall with Gerard.


Hey, I had a weird thought while commuting... i felt so "isolated" from everybody. Everyone was doing their own thing, and even though you were surrounded by all these people, it felt, well, lonely. Someone I know uses the word "Alienating".


It was weird, but I thought that if there really wasn't anyone worth staying for in such a sterile, empty (and not to mention hot and crowded) place like this, then maybe it wasn't worth it at all. (And maybe I won't always get to live in the condo.) You had to have a reason. And a damn big one. Or it wouldn't be worth it at all.


Anyway, it was a lonely moment, that one. It almost made me forget that i like adventure ever so often. (Have I matured?)


I actually haven't really decided where I want to go, because everything is happening so fast and there are many applicants for both programs... My good friend Karen, now a resident tells me that wherever I get accepted, that should count as a sign.


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(So what do I want now?)

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