I am what I am: 3rd version

I AM WHAT I AM- Fortuna Favet Fortibus Version
By: Athan David Namay- MOD 454.

I may not have the tummy of Daniel Azurin
I may not have the toughness of Rafael Diego
I may not have the chest of Mel Evangelista
I may not have the purity of Jawo Gines
I may not have the hirsutism of Mak Leynes
I may not have the the discipline of James Mortel
I may not have the outspokenness of Rojo Padilla
I may not have the sharpness of Elmer Palonpon
I may not have the strength of Mike Perez
I may not have the knowledge of Ernest Piguing
I may not have the creativeness of Kevin Ramajo
I may not have the face of Bryanter Reyes
I may not have the humor of Marc Sabadao
I may not have the wildness of Paolo Solano
I may not have the killer smile of Ryan Tuazon
I may not have the height of Glenn Valloso
I may not have the chinky eyes of Kim Carbonell
I may not have the charm of Jod Carungay
I may not have the elegance of Doris Cruz
I may not have the hotness of Mommy Janel Gomez
I may not have the beautiful voice of Jola Laporga
I may not have the scholarship of Sarah Mondares
I may not have the appeal of Bea Rodriguez
I may not have the “absence” of Xiana Tablante
I may not have the mustache of Sherwin Agustin
BUT, I am what I am.

Orihinal na may-akda: Rosalie V. Marcelo (Esprit de Corps Batch)
Ikalawang pagsalin: Airline Geronimo (Una vera Loren Batch)



I am what I am: Soro Version

I may not have the husband of Marisse Miguel

I may not have the eloquence of Arcely Fabian

I may not have the appeal of Vicky Valdez

I may not have the eyes of Monette Soriano

I may not have the color of Cecille Vila

I may not have the beauty of Muriel Manuel

I may not have the sexiness of Tess Chan

I may not have the admirers of Joli Frias

I may not have the voice of Ji-ji Alcaide

I may not have the wits of Mylene Calalang

I may not have the faminity of Meloy Castro

I may not have the contact lenses of Jeanette Chan

I may not have the syndromes of Suzette Salvosa

I may not have the bumpers of Sabel Young

I may not have the boyfriend of Mel Villacorta

I may not have the height of Joan Santos

I may not have the feet of Ge Velasco

I may not have the tongue of Avie Roy

I may not have the asthma of Candee Hernandez

I may not have the dog-style of Len-len De Asis

I may not have the creeping eruptions of Lea Pudoc

I may not be as lucky as they all are

but

I AM WHAT I AM

Rosellie Marcelo

Esprit De Corps

I am what I am: 1st Version

I may not have the eloquence of Angel Araneta

I may not be the composer like Butch Castillo

I may not urinate as farther to the wall as Butch Tiongson

I may not be as tall as Smiley Tan

I may not be as cute as Jojo Blanco

I may not be as slang as Resty Ruiz

I may not be as lucky as Bobby Enriquez

I may not be as hypertensive (kuno) as Spike Ignacio

I may not be as dark as Rodolfo Joaquin

I may not be as skinny as Elvis Verso

I may not be as womanizer as Ricky dela Cruz

I may not be expectant as Ronald Ramirez

I may not be limping as Alex Pineda

I may not have the 9 fingers of Elmo Isip

I may not have the voice of Jun Tagorda

I may not have the car of Michael Yatco

I may not have the fistula of Goody Viana

I may not have the myesthenia gravis of Rey Gutierez

But,

I am what I am.

author: unknown medicus member

(taken from our MEDICUS NEWSLETTER published 1988)

I Shall Not Pass This Way Again

I shall not pass this way again-

Although it bordered be with flowers,

Although I rest in fragrant bowers,

And hear the singing

Of song-birds winging

To highest heaven their gladsome flight;

Though moons are full and stars are bright,

And winds and waves are softly sighing,

While leafy trees make low replying;

Though voices clear in joyous strain

Repeat a jubilant refrain;

Though rising suns their radiance throw

On summer’s green and winter’s snow,

In such rare splendor that my heart

Would ache from scenes like these to part;

Though beauties heighten,

And life-lights brighten,

And joys proceed from every pain,

-I shall not pass this way again.

Then let me pluck the flowers that blow,

And let me listen as I go

To music rare

That fills the air;

And let hereafter

Songs and laughter

Fill every pause along the way;

And to my spirit let me say:

“O soul, be happy; soon ’tis trod,

The path made thus for thee by God.

Be happy thou, and bless His name

By whom such marvelous beauty came.

”And let no chance by me be lost

To kindness show at any cost.

I shall not pass this way again;

Then let me now relieve some pain,

Remove some barrier from the road,

Or brighten some one’s heavy load;

A helping hand to this one lend,

Then turn some other to befriend.

O God, forgive

That now I live

As if I might, sometime, return

To bless the weary ones that yearn

For help and comfort every day,

-For there be such along the way.

O God, forgive that I have seen

The beauty only, have not been

Awake to sorrow such as this;

That I have drunk the cup of bliss

Remembering not that those there be

Who drink the dregs of misery.

I love the beauty of the scene,

Would roam again o’er fields so green;

But since I may not, let me spend

My strength for others to the end,

-For those who tread on rock and stone,

And bear their burdens all alone,

Who loiter not in leafy bowers,

Nor hear the birds nor pluck the flowers.

A larger kindness give to me,

A deeper love and sympathy;

Then, O, one day

May someone say

-Remembering a lessened pain-

“Would she could pass this way again.”

~ Eva Rose York

DESIDERATA

written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s

Not "Found in Old St. Paul's Church"!

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others,

even to the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons;

they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,

you may become vain or bitter,

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,

for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals,

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love,

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,

it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,

gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,

be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe

no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,

whatever you conceive Him to be.

And whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life,

keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

(I saw this nice poem again, the 1st time was back in my HS days, i like it posted here just... it apparently was written by Max Ehrman and not found in an old church that nobody knows who wrote. . . . just wanted to share with everyone.)

So many are called . . .

... We started off in large number, with mixed feelings
and unending questions of " is this for real".

... Cold-clamy hands plague, always came on friday and monday
mornings witnessed shaking knees and abducted shoulders.

... We had nightmares: the images we saw were vivid even with
closed eyes and the words we heard were clear even with shut ears

... pain and more pain felt, blocks came hurtling down,
the whole event saturated with the salt of our tears.

... We learned somewhere, one time that our pain is the breaking
of the shell that encloses our understanding

... We stock to our litany of " when the race seems lost
and the pain is too much, don't quit".

... After the heavy downpour, the sun smiled and shone
brightly once more, to feed the soul and the mind.

... it has been an exhausting and bewildering experience,
more painful than pleasurable, more sad than happy,
but we won't trade it for the world.

... and yes, but few were chosen".

by: Rhuena Cablayan
for: ESPRIT DE CORPS and NE PLUS ULTRA

August 30, 1986

Foundation Anniversary
HYATT Regency Manila