Mindless Babble

the world does not stop spinning it doesn’t care if you have exams tomorrow or the day after or whenever, it doesn’t care if you can’t finish studying or if you need more time to study because you waste too much time lingering on social media/news sites or because you are ill. it doesn’t care if you’re bleeding to death and you need more blood for transfusion- blood that better match your ABO blood group and best be HLA-matched as well. it doesn’t care if you’re a genius or a janitor when it comes to accidents, diseases, or cancers. it doesn’t care if you’ve been hurt by someone you thought you loved and needed time to heal. all this, just points us to one brutal truth- that the world waits for no one. there is no time to spare. doesn’t matter if you’re a bazillionaire, a president, a king, or a holy man. you’re not getting any extra time that any others do. if there is anything that is fair in this world, it is the time given to us at any living moment.

here’s the million-dollar question: how would you spend your time at this very moment? or, how are you spending you time at this very moment?

Brothers

Even when they annoy the hell out of you sometimes, you can still love them.
Brothers teach us that. 
Happy birthday, 老弟! 🙂

Yoga

My Mr. Bear is just so cute I couldn’t resist putting this photo up. 😀   Our visiting professor does yoga and we got him to conduct a couple of sessions when he was here with us. It was so much fun, I can’t remember how much I enjoyed it and how much I missed it. Hopefully one of our classmates who teaches yoga can start a class with us on a regular basis. It’s high time we put words into action; thinking about it but not doing anything is just as good as nothing.

1.5-Day Breather

Professor: “So. Do you know what they call those who graduated last from medical school?”
Student: *shifty eyes* [silence]
Professor: “They call them ‘doctor‘.”

Everytime they see our stressed-out faces studying for an exam, our professors would remind us of that simple yet profound fact, and it would make me feel a tinge bit better whenever I hear that. It doesn’t necessarily change anything or make us less nervous about exams, but it cracks us up a little, or at least it does me.

It’s been six months since I started school, and I have to say, it’s really different from the college life I used to know. Back then I studied just as hard, but there was never really any pressure to retain the stuff I learned, whereas now the notion sits there, at the back of my mind. Not that anyone is enforcing it in any way, but because we’re learning knowledge that will serve us for the rest of our professional lives, we need to constantly remind ourselves that we have to internalize the knowledge – ideally, that is – rather than just memorize and regurgitate for the sake of passing exams. And so, as we adjust to this mindset, learning has been fun, interesting, and rewarding. Exams are still a dread, we still have to work hard for it, we still need to pass all of them, but it’s no longer a deterministic factor in anything we do. I like it this way so much more. And thank goodness it’s only pass-or-fail grading system!

On Monday we completed our first Genes to Society (GTS) block on immunology/microbiology, and our professors were kind enough to give us a one-and-a-half day break before we start our global health intersession tomorrow, which will go on for the rest of the week. Next week we’ll be diving into hematology/oncology and though I have no idea what the schedule is like, or how tough it’s going to be, I look forward to it. Today has been a lot of fun- I learned how to photoshop my photo and create the pic below; I went to Sg Buloh Hospital for a briefing on an HIV awareness event coming up soon in Brickfields (in which we will be volunteers); then ended the day with a nice dinner and dessert.

The next few days will be full of lectures and group discussions back-to-back from 9-5, and tomorrow I probably would regret not spending today reading up on all the articles on global health, but for now I couldn’t care less. Shall savor this moment for a few more hours. 🙂

The Holstee Manifesto

There just isn’t enough hours to use in a day! With all the things I have to juggle with, I find myself not having enough me-time to think and reflect. Like right now, even as I’m writing, there’s the nagging feeling asking me to abort this now and return to what I really should be doing.

And so before I return to all the IgE-mediated hypersensitivity and food allergy, I just wanted to share this thing I stumbled upon last week. It’s called ‘The Holstee Manifesto’, and I think you can buy it as a wall poster. Alright, stopping here. Will write more when my conscience allows me to slack a little! 🙂

《那些年》感言

平时很少用中文写部落格的我 (uh 不对,是 从来 没用过中文写的我)
那晚 看了《那些年,我们一起追的女孩》之后,突然好像在这儿乱涂一两句
别人说, 拥有过类似暧昧的感觉的人,都会深同感触
而我,却因为没有属于我自己的故事而深深的感慨
想想当年 17 岁的我,好像缺少了什么
是我让青春白白溜走了吗?是我在很想闯入成人的世
界里的当时,失去了那一点点容许我天真无知的时空么?
有人明白我在写什么吗?

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时光是一去不回头
但就算时间真的能倒流
我想,凭我了解自己性格的我
应该也不会改变我所做过的选择
所以其实 也没什么好感慨的
虽然,有过一段自己的 “沈佳宜” 或是 “柯腾” 的故事
好像蛮令人羡慕的
但错过了,也不差啦

毕竟,每个人都有自己精彩的故事
我的故事,少了这么一个特别的人
但却多了更多很特别,要好的朋友
也让我有更多的精神和时间去关心其他对我非常重要的人事物
做人嘛,开心就好!:)

Away from Mother Ship, Venturing Out

So, very early on in our medical training, we’re taught communication and general history taking skills as well as physical examination skills with the help of simulated patients. Now after about 3 months of that, it’s time to put them in actual use. Well, kind of. We’ll be venturing out to the “real world” as we’re posted to our designated clinics once a week for a 3-hour session, observing and learning from our preceptors. Hopefully it won’t be all observing but that we’ll also get to do stuff too. I personally want to work on my history-taking and interviewing skills, and all the other basics. Mmm can’t wait. It should be fun!

As we prepare ourselves for the adventures and challenges in the next year or so that we can only imagine, one of our professors shared with us the following video from TED. It conveys a simple message, which is to stress the importance of a doctor’s touch in a patient-doctor relationship. Couldn’t be simple enough, yes, and perhaps it may seem like an ordinary, redundant point to make, but in reality it may be under-appreciated or under-practiced in this fast-paced technologically-driven world that we live in. And so, I just thought it’s a good reminder for those of us who will be embarking on our new adventures soon. 🙂  Good luck everyone!

The Art of Talking

Have I written on this before? I don’t remember. It sure felt as though I have. Because I’m darn sure this wasn’t the first time I’ve thought about it, and so perhaps I might’ve written it down- somewhere. No matter. Right now I just needed to write this down.

Why do some people talk as if the whole world owes them something, and that they just have to put people down as they try to make their point? Does it hurt them to say it in a way that won’t hurt anyone and still get their message across just the same? What is it, is it their ego that they’re trying to polish as they speak those spiteful, obnoxious words? Perhaps I’m just used to people being nice most of the time. And so, when I bump into them, not only am I taken aback, I’m nauseated. Appalled. Befuddled. I don’t know how to respond to that. How does one respond to that?

Perhaps I need to meet more people like this to learn how to respond to them. In a way I am glad it happened, and I’m once again reminded that not everyone is pleasant. It’s been a long time since I last met someone who behaves as such. I am, too, reminded that I need to work on my art of speech. Note to self – I wouldn’t ever want to be snarky like that, no matter what life throws at me in the future. I wouldn’t ever want to be a cynic who has nothing but sarcasm to spatter, even if life successfully wears me down. This is me writing it as a pledge to myself, a reminder of sort, to not become such a person.

He who incited me to write this, I wonder, is he just plain untactful in his speech? Has the streaks of silver grey on his crown wore him down so much that this became his defense mechanism? He might have been a nice person in his youth; he may well still be, apart from that day. And then of course, there is another possibility that has nothing to do with the art of talking. It could be that this is him, period. Maybe. I’ll never know. Then again, I’m not sure if I want to know.

Pieces, Remembering

Throughout our lives, people come and go all the time. Some became friends and stayed on as significant people in our lives; those are the ones who will always stay with us till the end of time. Some were just acquaintances we barely knew or remembered before we all moved on; either we didn’t care enough to know more about them and vice versa, or the time of contact was so brief there wasn’t enough opportunity to get to know each other more. Yet others were people we cared very much and would like to keep in touch but alas the feeling wasn’t mutual (or vice versa). Those were the kinds that usually end up in broken pieces, not unlike the photo above (pardon the double negative).

Had I known if things were to end up in tragedy, would I still go ahead and gotten to know them? I don’t know. Maybe yes, maybe no. Life works in a mysterious way, and in its interwoven mysteries it somehow will lead us along the path that is meant just for us, and nobody else. No one has the boon of knowing the future, so we are all equal in that sense. Every step we take shapes our paths; every choice we fail to make draws us away from what could have been. We will fall, we will hurt along the way. But if all the pain and heartbreaks we have to endure is in exchange for some happiness, love and peace, even if for only a fleeting moment, I reckon it’s worth it. After all, we only live once. And we’ll never be young again.

Dribbling with Red Paint

It was on the front page of newspaper (Sin Chew) today, about a Malaysian girl from Sabah who became famous because of her video of her art work posted on YouTube. Out of curiosity I checked out the video to see what the big hoo-hah was all about. As it turns out, I wasn’t disappointed- it was great. A red portrait painting of Yao Ming, using a basketball. Check it out!

I guess I can understand why it’s on the front page of the newspaper. Malaysia and her people, are proud of the girl and her talent, and when the video made it to Huffington Post and other media sites, they felt it to be front-page-worthy (?). Besides – and perhaps more importantly – every now and then, the people needed light-hearted news like this to keep them motivated, keep them chugging in this world that seems to be getting more and more unsecured by the day. 
Anyway. At least for today, the red portrait may bring some hope and inspiration to some who needed a little push to go make things happen! 

Mulling

Have you ever encountered a situation whereby you wish to keep certain things to yourself because, technically speaking, you can and you have the right to: it’s your personal life and your ultimate decision to let it be known, or not. Yet, the reality that we live in, governed by certain societal norms, has it that we should share with others our personal stories or incidents or what-have-you’s – because we live in a society, and we’re all connected to each other, no (wo)man is an island, or whatever reasons to justify such sharing. And perhaps there is a physiologic explanation to it too: we humans can never keep secrets. We just can’t. We are not built that way. We are social animals bound to share and communicate with others, and so, in that regard, you can almost argue that there is no such thing as privacy!

Indeed, in the past, our grandparents or great-grandparents used to know everyone in the village or town. Everyone knew everyone and everything everyone was doing, and I doubt the word “privacy” existed in their daily vocabulary. So what then, brought about the concept of privacy? When exactly, in the history of mankind, did the idea of separating private from public life spring to existence? I have no answer to that, but my “guestimate” is – and I may well be wrong about this – it probably occurred some time around when paper was invented. When paper technology was invented, it gave us an avenue to jot down whatever ideas, thoughts, opinions, secrets, etc., that we wished to tell others, and pass it down in written form. In the case of which we do not wish to tell others yet needed a way to “get it out of our system”, it allows us to do that too, as long as the written words are hidden from others. It is most likely that it goes a lot deeper and is more complicated than this, but for what I’m referring to in this post, this simplistic view should suffice.

My question is, where do you draw the line with regard to when it is appropriate to tell and when it’s okay to not tell? Here I’m not talking about those apparent choices that involve legal actions or moral values. I’m referring to those grey areas between friends, family, relatives, coworkers, bosses etc. There’s probably no significant impact if you make the “wrong” choice (if there’s such a thing as the wrong choice), so it probably doesn’t matter much what we choose to do. Indeed, this is more like a rhetorical question. I’m just wondering out loud, if there is a moral implication when we choose not to share some information we believe is rightly ours and which is part of our private lives, whilst the majority of the outside world believe otherwise. Is there?

Pondering. 😛