September 2, 2014 § Leave a comment
My friends know that I LOVE musicals. I grew up with music in the house, mostly from my dad’s old CDs. My brother and I send each other song recommendations, we fight over who’s songs get to be played in the car, we argue about which sings covered a certain song better. I blast music when I’m home alone and sing along obnoxiously. Music is important to making me who I am.
Here’s the thing though, how often do we truly listen to what we’re.. listening to? How often do we pay attention the song lyrics? How often do we notice what the songs are really saying?
A fine example is Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke. Remember how catchy the tune was that it took a good while before people noticed what the lyrics were truly about?
Baby, I’m preying on you tonight.
Hunt you down, eat you alive…
So what you trying to do to me
It’s like we can’t stop we’re enemies
But we get along when I’m inside you
You’re like a drug that’s killing me
Animal by Maroon 5
I do not deny that these songs have great beats. The lyrics though.. they’re not really great, when you think about it. I don’t know, does it matter for you what the songs say? Or is a good tune enough to keep listening to something?
September 1, 2014 § Leave a comment
I saw my old counselor, my old Sunday school teacher and the music coordinator for the 2 musicals I was a part of in church yesterday.
I met my two favourite people ever for brunch.
I bumped into a friend I have not seen since I was 15 years old.
It was a day of mild nostalgia. I see people that I wouldn’t normally see when I’m in JB and each situation made me react differently. I was definitely more comfortable with my best friends while I became a whole lot more self-conscious in the other 2.
Maybe it’s just me but does anyone else want to avoid seeing ‘blasts from the past’ because you feel like you’re not evolved as much, evolved in a good way I mean, from where you were when you last saw them? I avoid going back to my old schools for that reason. I avoid seeing old teachers because I don’t think I have proven my worth just yet. I always tell myself “One day, I’ll be much better and then, I’ll go back and be able to hold my head up.”
I guess it goes to show that no matter how comfortable you think you are in your own skin, there’s always a part of you that doesn’t think you’re quite there yet.
August 30, 2014 § Leave a comment
I did it, I have bangs!
It’s the first time I’ve had bangs since I was probably eight years old. This is weird for me. I don’t quite know how to react to it just yet. I’m still processing it. A big change. A huge change. Haha. I can’t even describe my brain right now. It’s torn between “what the hell did you do?” and “Holy crap, you did it!”
As I sat in the hair saloon, while the professionally trained person went at my hair commenting about my scalp and general state of the keratinised strands, I surrended to her recommendations while contemplating 2 things:
One: How much is this going to cost me?
Two: Will my mom kill me for the price?
My mom was in the chair beside me, getting her hair done too but because I ended up getting some sort of treatment, I could barely hear what was going on on her end. I thought about sneaking off quickly after my hair was done in order to withdraw some cash. I imagined my mom being mad at me for agreeing to treatment of dead cells when a simple cut would have sufficed. I almost burst into tears at the idea of ruining my weekend at home over a haircut.
yes, it was very dramatic one hour plus session. I have an excellent imagination.
But in the end, my mom didn’t get mad at me. She charged the whole thing to her personal credit card (and not the supplementary one from my dad) and said “It’s a treat for ourselves.” My panic was for nothing, but just in case, I paid for dinner later.
I don’t know what the point of this post is. I just wanted to talk about the time I got my hair snipped.
ANYWAY, here’s a nice video from Anna Akana. Watch it:
August 29, 2014 § Leave a comment
I’m back home for a 4 day weekend before my shift to the medical rotation for the next 9 weeks. I’m starting with 2 weeks of dermatology then 7 weeks of pure medical, and I’m terrified. Medical is much tougher than surgical, and I am not even trying to be funny. The cure for most surgical problems is ‘cut and throw’ but medical.. there’s where the art of figuring things out and balance comes into play more. And I have an MCR with one of the toughest tutors in slightly over a week. Pray for me!
Anyway, for this week’s Five Friday, I thought I’d talk about the five lessons I’ve learned about being a 3rd year medical student in a hospital. It’s not necessarily anything that different from any other sort of profession, but it’s based on my 7 months of experience and it might be something new for you. So, here we go:
1. 80% of the people find you annoying
Be it the doctors, the nurses, the dietitians, the cleaning crew, the patients: You are regarded as pest. Most of the time. In general, medical students don’t do anything big in hospitals. We bug the nurses to let us do procedures, we stalk the doctors on the rounds much to the vexation of the housemen because they often get shamed in front of us, we take up space in crowded wards, we talk to patients who most of the time, don’t want to be bothered. Which is what makes nice doctors, nice housemen and nurses, nice patients (!!!) so precious. We get the looks from 80% of the staff, the “Oh gosh, not you again”, so a friendly face is very much appreciated.
2. Being nice to nurses pays off
My mom always told me that when she was working in a hospital, what ticked off the nurses were doctors or med students that acted like they were above everyone else just because they have the MD or MBBS behind their names. Always respect the matron, always greet the Sisters and in general, do not piss off the nurses. I do try to stay on their good side but I have gotten a scolding from a Sister in the wards once because I helped a patient who wasn’t suppose to move from his bed. Mortified doesn’t even express how I felt at that moment.
But if you’re nice enough, you’re polite enough, the nurses talk to you really well. Like yesterday, I was in the Operating Room for a biohazardous operation aka they take X-rays in real time, so you have to wear those lead-vest/apron things and no one bothered to tell me where to get them or tell me to get one except the OT nurse who saw me standing alone looking lost. God bless her.
3. Surgeons have bigger egos than physicians
I don’t mean it in a bad way. Well, I kinda do. Surgeons regard themselves as pretty badass, and they are. They cut people up, so yeah, that’s cool. But there’s an ego that comes with it, that’s not.. great. Surgeons act differently: they walk with pride, they are generally ruder, they are not shy about embarrassing their juniors and calling out their mistakes publicly (and loudly!). Physicians are generally nicer in all aspects. But of course, there are exceptions to these rules. The best bedside manner I have ever seen is from one of my tutors, a surgeon named Mr. Razak. He. Is. Awesome. I swear, he makes the patients so comfortable and talks to them so beautifully, you aspire to be him. He always says “surgeons are physicians who know how to do surgery”. Best tutor, kind man and excellent surgeon.
4. Patients withhold information most of the time
Being a medical student has it’s perks. If you build enough rapport with a patient, he or she opens up to you really well. During my last surgical and medical rotation, I went to the wards very often and I talk to the patients I clerked every day, if possible. They’d tell me that they were concern about things, they would cry, they would say things you never find in their file. When the doctors come on rounds, they don’t bring up the issue. I always ask “Why didn’t you tell the doctor about your (insert worry here)?” to which their reply “No, it’ll just bother them”. But heck, doctors should be bothered. It’s kinda sad that the imbalance of the doctor-patient relationship has caused a sort of limitation to what a patient feels like they can tell their attending physician. Hopefully, that will change one day.
5. Teamwork is so important
Be it my group or watching a team of doctors work, teamwork is essential. You cannot have group disharmony because it just causes so many problems. I love my group and my subgroup, we get along really well. Well, 9 of us do but there are a select few who have found issues with a group member and never cease to bring up those issues in childish ways. I can’t bear it. We should be old enough to get over showing your dislike for someone in a public setting. It’s the same for doctors in the hospital: miscommunication with nurses or housemen usually results in a medical officer shouting at someone and the humiliation of the said person. It’s never pretty.
That’s my two cents on the matter. I’m assuming the last one is more relevant in other settings but, maybe there are some similarities for the other 4. I have nine weeks to go for this semester and this year. Wish me luck!
August 28, 2014 § 3 Comments
What I’m writing about here is something I thought about while watching TV with my housemate the other day. It was an episode of Rising Star (first time I’ve ever seen it) and the contestant was a guy who just got married. He said “I am so happy to be married to my best friend,” to which my housemate went “Whattttttttt?”
Well, to him having your wife/significant other as your best friend is unthinkable.
“Why would you marry your best friend?”
“Why not? Isn’t it good that his wife is his go-to person?”
I didn’t know what to say after that. I have always believed that love should stem from solid friendship. Maybe that’s just me. I always like books where the romantic pairing started out as good friends (Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe, Emma and Mr. Knightley, Ron and Hermione). There is nothing more stable than a foundation built on friendship, at least in my opinion. How can your partner in life not be your partner in crime? Would you want the person you come home to be the number one person you want to share everything with?
The title of this post “How can we be lovers if we can’t be friends?”, that famous Michael Bolton song, doesn’t that make sense? Isn’t it better to be friends with the one you love?
Friends choose each other because of common beliefs or similarities in backgrounds or taste. Doesn’t it work the same way for love? I have never been in love, so I can’t say for sure. But to those of you who are in relationships, is your significant other your best friend or .. well, something else? Do you think it is necessary for friendship to be a basis of a relationship?
No, seriously. I want to know. Please comment!
August 27, 2014 § Leave a comment
it has been a while since a book has consumed my brain so quickly that I could not put it down.
I bought Rainbow Rowell’s “Eleanor and Park” and “Fangirl” online and when the books came in the mail yesterday, I basically ripped open the packaging and started on the first one. I couldn’t stop reading. It has been so long since I could just pick up a book and read and read and read. I usually feel guilty and end up putting it down but that’s not the case for this book. I just devoured it completely, with dinner and a phone call interrupting me in between. I completely blame 2 of my friends for recommending it: Helen and Jessica, my exhausted body and mind blame you at 6 something in the morning.
I think I shall start Fangirl this evening, if I have time. I’m probably going to read it in one sitting too. Oh dear.
In other news, I’ve noticed when one aspect of your life goes down, the rest tend to fall to pieces too. Is that just me or is it a common phenomenon?
I’ve been a bit frazzle in the past few days and as a result, I’ve made a few judgement errors along the way. Thankfully, not all these errors are so terrible that I can’t fix them, but they’re pretty bad errors too. I mixed up shipping others, got confused with Paypal, my phone line got barred for a few hours yesterday due to billing issues. In general, not a good time.
But I’m trying to smile through it all. Yes, smiling. That’s suppose to help, right?
August 26, 2014 § Leave a comment
Does anyone have things that drive them nuts? Things that completely infuriate you, that is. It doesn’t have to be big things like ‘injustice’ or ‘communism’, do you have anything that ticks you off completely?
For me, tardiness has to be up there. I know, there’s the thing about ‘Malaysian timing’ but that’s not true. Most of us would prefer it if people showed up on time. But do they? No. And that’s pretty unacceptable. If you’re late for real reasons, fine. But if you’re just late or you flake at the last minute without a proper one, I’m easily annoyed.
I also hate it when people gang up to bully someone. I don’t mean teasing, because there’s a difference. I’m talking about passive aggressive comments, not allowing the other person to defend themselves, shooting down every response from the person. It doesn’t have to be physical for it to be considered bullying, you know? Even if I don’t like the ‘victim’ in the situation, I tend to side with them because it’s so freaking unfair.
Another one that riles me up is when people comment sarcastically on the money you spend. I have mentioned before that my housemate does it, and it pisses me off to no end. Can you stop with the “Wow, that’s a new bag. How much did it cost? Tell me, tell me, tell me. Wow, it must have cost a lot then. So fancy! You’re getting an upgrade in life, huh? Wow, you must be so rich!” ? It is so annoying I want to decapitate him.
I have been telling myself lately to let these things pass and take a deep breath when dealing with these sorts of things because I probably do stuff that piss people off too. A deep breath and counting to 10 is suppose to help. but gosh, there are days when I just want to go all Vesuvius on them.