The cancer that is Harrison's Freakazoidness that is. For a time after the kalbaryo that was orals everyone just started lounging around reading comic books (me), downloading porn (HIV), studying the Bible (Tits), reading novels (Renrererenrenrenren), smooching (Marth V and Gracieloopaloop--we think), and doing incoming Chief Residency stuff (Djana!), until all the reminders and requirements for the upcoming Internal Med boards started popping up and everyone panicked and started making all sorts of reviewers and stuff on the most common cause of symptom of liver disease (fatigue) and most profound sign of liver disease (jaundice) and crap--CRAP!!!!--like that. To be fair we wouldn't think it's crap come real-time-to-panic, but everyone just started rattling off all these factoids from Harrison's to the point of MK (Major Karindihan). To subvert this, for no reason other than to be subversive, I tried to ram--RAM!!!--all sorts of things down everyone's throats. And tonight, it's... an encore presentation of five more episodes of the Twilight Zone!!!
"Nothing is happening," Tits said after two minutes.
"Shut it, there's a moral lesson at the end," I insisted. And even after everyone got bored with the magnificent, heartwarming (totoo, naiyak ako dito) episode "The Hunt", I tried to persuade everyone to feel the same by screaming "Ang ganda di ba! Ang ganda di ba!"
Back to Harrison's as everyone flipped through the pages on prions and biologic warfare and such.
"Tonight," I said, "we're going to have a quiz... from PEP.ph!!!" This got Tits and Hurricane K's attention. They have the best showbiz quotient amongst all. And I read from the damn website.
"Question number one for one thousand points: Hot news from PEP! BLANK, nakipag-break kay BLANK, sa BLANK."