tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274720872011-11-28T10:48:47.258+11:00heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.comBlogger911100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-9882353631711315512010-04-05T20:03:00.002+10:002010-04-05T20:07:25.033+10:00

It has been quite a while since my previous post. Many things have happened since then. Some good, some bad. Mostly things to look forward to. Modbury hospital is the new place where I'm beginning by medical career. More than that, I think its time to begin life. Waiting expectantly for Ann to arrive in Adelaide, building up KMBB and generally learning as much as I can from all my rotations for

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-36380825224993512162009-09-13T20:25:00.003+10:002009-09-13T20:28:56.337+10:00

"An average man does the jobA good man gets the job done effortlesslyA great man gets the job done effortlessly with humility"- Bryan Goh

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-86476165551939977862009-08-30T16:13:00.004+10:002009-08-30T16:25:19.683+10:00

Relationships play a big part of our lives. From birth, we are linked by the fates of thread to others. Against our own will, before we develop an ability to think, feel or act, we are inexplicably linked to our parents, to our siblings, to those that surround us. Over time, we grow and learn from and learn to question the decisions made by these beings that govern every aspect of our lives. Do

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-71061498469644392009-08-26T21:01:00.003+10:002009-08-26T21:10:12.773+10:00

I have been trawling the depths of the internet for the past few days looking for the perfect Kombi (translation: Old Volkswagen Camper Van) to make my own. It has been long and arduous, painful, full of ups and downs. After a few days of searching, I have given up.... for now. The time and logistics involved are not in my favour. I will postpone my search for now. But I will never give up my

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-83327249243213694542009-08-20T14:48:00.002+10:002009-08-20T14:53:15.417+10:00

It is amazing how long I have been posting entries for. This is number 100 and I guess should go to a speech worthy of an event worth celebrating for. It reminds us why we should be proud to be Singaporean and what we need to do. If everyone starts to believe and act, perhaps one day we will live what we believe in.NMP Viswa Sadasivan's speech(*warning, speech is a little long. but otherwise a

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-60724808869878490232009-08-19T20:25:00.002+10:002009-08-19T20:28:40.874+10:00

Job applications suck. Not getting a job sucks even worse. Its sucks big time when you are a graduating medical student and everybody tells you that you don't have to worry about getting jobs because there are enough for everyone.F$%k you job. F$%k you.

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-57181874657561838382009-08-05T21:33:00.003+10:002009-08-05T21:48:46.477+10:00

Dear Diary,There are good days and bad days. This is one of those bad days. Bad days happen when bad things occur in greater numbers than good things.Some people think doctors have it good. Good income, respect, make ideal husbands or wives. WRONG! We poor souls still fight for jobs, worry when we don't get one and generally have to make do with leftovers sometimes.Then comes along news of your

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-47625263958311975322009-08-04T09:43:00.002+10:002009-08-04T09:59:44.158+10:00

I walk in the busy square, soaking up the wonderful smells and the harmonious noise of the stalls. I do not know where I came from or where I'm going to. All I do is walk forward. Someone shouts out my name and I turn around. It is a guy I know, not anyone familiar and not anyone I care to meet. All the same, he is there standing before me with a pot cradled under his arm, wooden spatula in the

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-89068603674463064822009-08-03T09:35:00.003+10:002009-08-03T09:52:03.398+10:00

Just as dawn broke through the skies, I started out with Ken on our drive to the rugged west coast of Tasmania. A fine drizzle blurred the windscreen just as I was cruising on the highway and dark clouds hid away the morning sky.This set the flavour of our two day trip to the west coast. If the east coast is the gorgeous and stunning beauty and the north is the prim and proper English lady, then

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-36185025568025830402009-07-31T16:50:00.003+10:002009-07-31T17:27:49.407+10:00

Here's a great limerick about syphilis. Helps you to remember about the disease the next time you come across one or even better still recognise the symptoms if you had a chance encounter with the opposite sex.There was a young man of Black BayWho thought syphilis just went away, And felt that a chancre was merely a cankerAcquired in lavicious playNow first he got acne vulgaris,The

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-36198329864281093482009-07-25T18:06:00.002+10:002009-07-25T18:11:38.183+10:00

After the last disastrous attempt at creating a new layout, I have decided to simply borrow someone's and stick to writing entries. All good so far!Its funny how some words of advice stick and some don't. Here is one from Rudyard Kipling on how to learn everything about anything.I keep six honest serving men,(who taught me all I knew)Their names were Who & What & Where,How and When and Why.-

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-70731414804156595782009-02-08T18:24:00.003+11:002009-02-08T18:36:38.325+11:00

Another year goes by, another year comes. I doubt I have grown any wiser but I certainly see a direction in life. Anyway, being back in Hobart seems to bring more routine into my life. Going to the hospital during the weekdays and juggling everything else around it is a challenge but I guess that is going to be life from now on.Anyway, just to share the fitness routine for those who want to trim

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-30863632279649609432008-09-12T16:25:00.002+10:002008-09-12T16:58:49.597+10:00

There has been a flurry of news lately over the proposed construction of a dormitory to house 1500 foreign workers in an unused school around the upper middle class area of Serangoon Gardens.The furor began when residents petitioned to oppose the proposed construction with many in the blogosphere taking sides on the issue.Rather than give my two cents worth and take sides, I think it is more

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-71993702961359956832008-09-07T21:45:00.002+10:002008-09-07T21:50:17.653+10:00

For everyone who was ever told that you will end up marrying wives that look like your mom or guys like your dad, here is science to lend some credence to that story:PARIS (AFP) - - Men tend to wind up with life partners who look like their mother, while a woman is lured to a partner who looks like her father, scientists reported on Wednesday.Heterosexuals are deeply attracted to individuals

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-35163406928506075382008-08-03T21:42:00.002+10:002008-08-21T20:35:17.227+10:00

Morning boy and Evening girl were as different as night and day.He loved the mornings, sweet smell of dew on the leafs,She loved sunsets and the darkness that followed.Morning boy saw beauty in the birds and the bees,trees green from the light of the sun,and sunny showers that brought the rainbow.Evening girl loved the setting sun,turning the sea and amber red,lighting the lakes on fire,and birds

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-33569389217887906432008-07-17T00:54:00.003+10:002008-07-17T01:01:57.584+10:00

For the girl who has been there with me all this time.For the girl who believes in me when I stopped believing.For being there through good and badFor never giving up and never doubtingFor being a ray of light in darknessAnd most of all,For what I would have become without you.Thank you.Happy 29 Months.One more to the big 30

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-38474685133485059072008-07-15T23:22:00.004+10:002008-07-15T23:26:14.640+10:00

Fell sick yesterday.Backache, sore throat, low grade fever, headache and a blocked nose. Anyone wanna give me a diagnosis?Anyway, still had to go into class today. I wisely (and lazily) chose not to go into the ward though. Instead, I went to cut my hair. For photos, please click on the flickr box.heh heh. I'm pretty sure there will be only one person clicking it though.Anyway, peace out. More

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-89972368232640293272008-07-12T18:16:00.003+10:002008-07-31T19:53:46.622+10:00

As national day closes in, I read about how less and less Singaporean flags are hung up. I read about the rising cost of living (especially to the lower socio-economic groups). I read about the crowds in the MRT. I read about how foreign talents argue for equal rights and how others engage them in slanging matches on online forums.I sit here in my room in another land, missing the food I used to

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-51145266720646812422008-07-11T20:30:00.002+10:002008-07-11T20:45:01.181+10:00

I heard this from one of my lecturers but have yet to confirm the authenticity of the statement. Basically, it goes like this:A married man is more likely to live longer than a single man.A married woman is more likely to die earlier than a single woman.The first statement has taught to us during first year. Apparently men have no skills when it comes to taking care of themselves. When alone,

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-91454904734173710102008-07-04T22:10:00.002+10:002008-07-04T22:17:28.177+10:00

A direct continuation from my previous previous post, I now take you to the second and third stages of change: contemplation and determination.Contemplation is the stage where we weigh the pros and cons of change. This is where we decide if we need to change or not. This is where you seek advice, read blogs and generally convince yourself that change is necessary. Talk to a friend, a professional

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-72795142955367264842008-07-04T16:17:00.002+10:002008-07-04T16:32:56.845+10:00

I know I was supposed to follow up on the previous entry with the second and third stages of change but exam results are out and I could not resist writing about them.First of all, these exams were mainly formative (i.e. not counted) but we also had 4 summative OSCE stations thrown into the mix. My results:EMQ/MCQ - 65%4 summative OSCE passed out of 43 formative OSCE passed out of 4A pretty

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-10826191269960443052008-06-16T21:53:00.002+10:002008-06-16T22:23:51.471+10:00

As exams loom ever close, I am once again distracted and somewhat uninspired by the same material before my eyes. I could watch a movie, perhaps play some Facebook. Then I thought, why not do something useful by writing on my increasing non-existent blog. To ensure that this blog entry is hopefully going to be of some help to someone out there, I write about what I have just read. This blog entry

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-30809205970275690322008-04-04T14:09:00.003+11:002008-04-04T15:17:46.043+11:00

After 4.4 years of studying medicine, I finally have some useful information to show for it. By useful, I mean that it is something that you can do everyday, it is cheap, it is effective and most importantly, it WILL SAVE YOUR LIFE!What nugget of gold can I come up with? What superb advice do I have for you, young or old, male or female, chinese or malay or indian? It is this: exercise.Before you

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-90214080333417853882008-04-01T22:42:00.002+11:002008-04-01T22:52:41.203+11:00

Autumn is Summer's cold cruel cousin, designed to remind you of once beautiful things while at the same time colouring your world various shades of brown and grey.It is turning. Slowly but surely, it is turning. Degree by degree the temperature drops. Day by day it gets harder to crawl out from under the blankets. Every piece of clothing is welcome, every extra bit of food a delight. Things get

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-795210731165704172008-03-21T19:47:00.008+11:002008-03-21T20:32:53.475+11:00

When I first signed up to go camping, I wasn't really sure what was going through my mind. The idea of spending time in the wild outdoors in the dreaded cold of Tasmania never really appealed to me. The dire lack of facilities and more appallingly, the lack of daily comforts like hot steaming coffee do not add up to my idea of fun. In retrospect, I imagine it was some baser instinct in me - the

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-420460578278526532008-03-18T18:59:00.003+11:002008-03-18T19:58:52.955+11:00

Fresh off 2 weeks of psychiatry placements, I am now back in the classrooms trying very hard to consolidate and relate what I saw in the clinics with what is being taught in class.Thoughts about personality disorders came back to me after a few solid hours of lecturing on the subject. There were some interesting thoughts on it. First off, the interesting part about personality is that it does

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-82780583711778658712008-03-16T17:58:00.004+11:002008-03-16T18:16:44.698+11:00

I came across this the other day on a board in a psychiatric unit. Tried to re-draw this from memory so I can't guarantee its accuracy. It does provide some food for thought though. So enjoy thinking.

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-39134379562083278082008-03-01T11:45:00.002+11:002008-03-01T11:58:39.464+11:00

Just off a 2 week stint in a GP clinic, I must say that I am really enjoying medicine. The difficulties arising in coming up with a diagnosis and management plan are many and too tiresome for me to write down here. What I believe is necessary for all doctors (and this probably relates to many things in life) is to have a grasp of the underlying motivational factors of the patient.Whether intrisic

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-7321527534373141662008-02-18T22:31:00.002+11:002008-02-18T22:34:45.343+11:00

Based upon the 7 sins in the Bible, here are the 7 sins of Medicine that every medical professional should not, but will at some stage of their career commit:SlothSpanophilia (love for the rare)ObscurityBad mannersOver-specializationCrueltyCommon Stupidity

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-42538906960525176092008-02-02T16:52:00.000+11:002008-02-02T16:57:23.867+11:00

Yes...as part of my jet-setting lifestyle, I am currently back in Hobart. New year, new house, new house mate, new every other thing you can think of.Highlights include:New carNew apartmentCooking 101 (not by choice)5th year about to beginGrowing up on a whole new levelYes folks, visit me if you can. To all friends out there, new and old, happy times are ahead just as they have passed.Looking at

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-35547075622600551322008-01-07T13:25:00.000+11:002008-01-07T13:55:44.784+11:00

I read this on my bro's blog. Quite poetic I must say. It inspired me to write this:As the joker sat on the moon, looking through his spy glass,He chuckled to himself, "Look at lovelorn fools."Mother moon below whispered to her daughters,"Lovelorn fools they might be, but let me tell you a story about Destiny."This little stars in the sky, some new and some oldergathered around Mother Moon as she

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-72013667663354866132007-12-28T23:56:00.000+11:002007-12-29T00:03:53.310+11:00

I know that this is a little overdue and I haven't been updating this blog for a long time. Well, here is a really short entry since I don't seem to have much time for anything else nowadays. Slacking has become one of my top priorities. Heh Heh...Anyway, I spent a week in Taiwan about 2 weeks back. Ate lots, gained weight and generally contributed to my overall sloth-like mode right now. Here

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-50742710670262519942007-11-10T11:32:00.000+11:002007-11-10T11:50:34.974+11:00

The changes in the ERP timings and fees have attracted great debate recently and everybody has been speculating on the outcome of such changes. Well, the headlines on the TNP dated 9th Nov 2007 says it all."CTE cowboys run loose"What prompted me to write about this is that in the featured article, they got many different motorists to comment on the behaviour of these people, most condemning the

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-65404184084541928172007-10-14T14:19:00.000+11:002007-10-14T14:31:10.768+11:00

Once again I have found my way back into Singapore and readjusting has been a bitch. I have been busy in the Plastic, Reconstructive and Aesthetic Surgery department in SGH learning about all the different types of flaps one can use to cover defects, the different names of all the procedures that one can do to chases the elusive dream of beauty and all the different stories that people will tell

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-27818041165767750662007-09-29T17:00:00.000+10:002007-09-29T18:03:14.711+10:00

It has been a long time since I wrote anything on this blog, partly due to a lack of internet connection and partly due to studying too hard and watching more shows than I should be. As a follow up to my previous entry. I am happy to announce that the Brotherhood press has not been lost in cyberspace following the closure of The Intelligent Singaporean. The new site where you can go read their

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-22553525307418552152007-09-01T18:14:00.000+10:002007-09-01T18:20:47.468+10:00

These words come a little late, in part due to my lack of an internet connection and partly due to my exploration of Chiang Mai, where I will continue to be in the next 5 weeks. The online aggregator The Intelligent Singaporean has been shut down by its webmaster. It was probably the only socio-political blog which I would visit with regularity to get my fix of the articles written by the

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-87239390797136006972007-08-26T16:18:00.000+10:002007-09-01T18:23:55.830+10:00

Sawatdii Khrap!For those who do not know, I am currently in Chiang Mai, Thailand. Please excuse the long absence from this blog, but I have been occupied in the real world for quite some time now. Anyway, this blog isn't an update about me but rather a brief and hopefully useful introduction to Chiang Mai, the rose of the north.Chiang Mai is situated about 500-600km north of Bangkok and is the

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-25482983142033210992007-07-29T19:07:00.000+10:002007-07-29T19:15:27.219+10:00

I am tired and hungry..The weight of my comrades on my back is heavy but I bear the load. Sweat beads roll off my forehead but I cannot spare the hands to wipe them. I smell food coming from the West, the sound of trickling water rings in my ears from the East. To the north, I feel the moon being blocked by a huge shadow. Lastly, to the south, I feel dampness. I wait a little longer, letting my

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-86572938876474326222007-07-26T19:52:00.000+10:002007-07-26T19:56:20.542+10:00

I stand in a clearing, the night sky hangs above me. In front of me lie 4 paths, each as winding as the next, stretching beyond what the eyes can see. Path A has water, path B food, path C a statue and D is dark as the gates of hell. The answer is obvious, I choose C.As I near the statue, I see others, just like me. I spread out my wings as a greeting and they do so too. I join them and food and

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-67186049922579247062007-07-26T19:36:00.000+10:002007-07-26T19:49:26.029+10:00

I stand in a clearing in the middle of the night. The cool clear air breezes through my hair. Laid before me are many paths, all winding and twisting far beyond what my eye can see. Path A has a brook, trickling with water which I can quench my thirst with. Path B has the meat of a boar, roasting in a fire, crackling each time the fat drips into the fire. Path C is long and windy. There is no

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-543036365009033412007-07-26T19:18:00.000+10:002007-07-26T19:36:49.250+10:00

I stand in a clearing in the middle of the night. Crickets chirp away and fireflies dance in the cool night breeze. Before my feet lie multiple paths, each long and winding, twisting away into the clear night sky. I strain my eyes to see but the end of the paths are nowhere in sight. Just beyond the thicket, where the grass is the thickest, I make out shapes. They are vaguely human but some with

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-31229110975950858192007-07-05T13:16:00.000+10:002007-07-05T13:24:30.489+10:00

For those who do not already know, I have switched continents, travelled thousands of miles and am currently located on an island roughly 40km by 40km somewhere in the south east asia region of the world, hence the lack of communication and updates available to both this blog and with any other online forms of communication.The next few weeks will be occupied with adjusting to the swelling heat,

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-72148251451445821012007-06-16T23:09:00.001+10:002007-06-16T23:11:22.184+10:00

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-72646913399663186002007-06-14T16:47:00.000+10:002007-06-14T17:20:44.631+10:00

Dear Santa,I know it is a little early for X'mas but it would be so great if I could get some exams!!! Every one around me has already or is about to finish exams and I have yet to start. Please do not let this little boy be the odd one out. You know how kids can be. Trying to fit in with the group is really hard when you are a kid. It is even worse if you do not have what all the other kids have

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-79069123335381253002007-06-09T11:45:00.000+10:002007-06-09T17:11:13.827+10:00

As part of the ongoing series of happyness articles that are keeping me from going insane during this peroid of EITSS (exam induced toxic shock syndrome), let me first explore the biomechanics of happyness. This is of course a very brief and incomplete way of looking at how happyness works and it mustt be recognised that a complete understanding of happyness is beyond scientific understanding at

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-90559271867319075732007-06-03T08:41:00.001+10:002007-06-03T09:34:31.571+10:00

I woke up this morning asking myself this question: "When was the last time you were happy?" It has been a question that has been bothering me for a very long time simply because I look around and see so many people that are not happy. It seems that as we grow up into adults and stop becoming children, we stop becoming happy.Look at the world today. Wars continue to be fought, religious leaders

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-11236932204414383622007-04-23T19:53:00.000+10:002007-04-23T20:06:28.842+10:00

"Where has the world gone?", I asked the little mouse.A few more clicks, a blink of an eye, yet my MSN doesn't change. 0/54 contacts it reads. I stare at the green man in the corner. I am online."Where has the world gone?"Quick strokes on the keyboard and a site I used to visit everyday greets me with a message:"The page you are trying to access is not available"Silence fills the room. More taps

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-64804493338858278442007-04-10T22:40:00.000+10:002007-04-13T19:26:58.077+10:00

After a few days of rest and recovery, I am ready to chronicle the little trip up to Tamar Valley. As with all good stories, there is a beginning, a middle and a climax leading up to the end.This story begins with picking up the car. It was supposed to an 8 seater Toyato tourago that we booked. The price that we booked it for was $160 in total for two days and seemed too good a deal to be true.

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-8414992839834675172007-04-06T00:01:00.000+10:002007-04-06T00:37:44.085+10:00

Fresh out from a screening of an epic, this movie is doubtly my favourite for 2007. This is even before Spiderman 3, Grindhouse and probably many others are even out (at least here in Tasmania).Why? Well, besides the fantastic graphics, plenty of quotable quotes and partial nudity, there are plently of long forgotten lessons that would do us well to remember.It is a tale of long ago times, when

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-88026918636643877372007-04-01T17:45:00.000+10:002007-04-01T17:48:25.072+10:00

A little boy walks in the park, leaves crunching beneath his shoes. Absentmindedly, he brushes away the falling autumn leaves while he attempts to pass the next level of Super Mario. He moves slowly down a flight of stairs which leads to a footpath, attempting to jump over a gap on the Gameboy while at the same time trying not to trip on the stairs. As he walks further along the footpath,

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-8022907531512470152007-04-01T09:57:00.000+10:002007-04-01T10:47:39.421+10:00

I have been reading a lot lately...and I was disturbed by the ongoing flurry of activity in the blog community about how ministers are getting a pay hike of 1 million per annum. Suddenly, being a minister sounds like a better career option than a doctor/lawyer/anything really...Anyway, I digress from my main point of contention. Around the same time as the proposed ministerial pay increase, there

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-12890265171779356402007-03-30T17:54:00.000+10:002007-03-31T16:25:44.152+10:00

Here is a topic close to the heart of every young person. This post will achieve 2 things: (1) help me study for my OSCE exams (don't ask me what OSCE means) and (2) hopefully educate the young people out there who want to avoid unwanted pregnancies.Here we go:Scenario:A 17 year old girl comes into your clinic with her boyfriend and wants to find out more about oral contraception. You as a GP are

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-54139281852097801942007-03-26T22:19:00.000+10:002007-03-26T22:58:06.139+10:00

As part of my upcoming formative examinations, I have decided to kill two birds with one stone and post a blog entry about medicine! One of the few loves of my life. Anyway, this is a topic about depression, which was a part of what inspired me to study medicine in the first place. Hope nobody finds this too dry....SadnessFirstly, I must differentiate between sadness and depression. Sadness is a

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-64120254226386141152007-03-19T22:06:00.000+11:002007-03-19T22:16:59.682+11:00

I was reading an article on intelligentsingaporean (inteligentsingaporean.wordpress.com). Yes..I do read and no..I'm not intelligent. Anyway, back to the story. Here goes a story about how complex and grandoise solutions aren't always the best answer.Wayyy back in the 1970s? or 80s or 90s...NASA realised that they could not write in space with their pens due to the lack of gravity. So NASA

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-69411300994171427302007-03-16T22:00:00.000+11:002007-03-16T22:43:55.785+11:00

Life,as we know it, is full of colour. Unless you are a colour blind guy who cannot see colours. Once in a while, colours fade into various shades of grey. What we once knew and took for granted suddenly seems so foriegn and hard to grasp.My life as I know it has suddenly hit that patch of grey. Food simply exists to sustain the body, exercise doesn't being a high and people suddenly seem so

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-17350301588732013412007-03-11T19:55:00.000+11:002007-03-11T20:13:08.518+11:00

Fresh from a 2 week stint where internet connection was at its slowest, here I am with more updates about a nice little town down on the eastern shore of Tasmania. It boasts great food, beautiful scenery and friendly people. Where could I be talking about? Well. its a nice little town called Swansea.Well, according to this picture, it is also the tidiest town.Anyway, we stayed at a university

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-57339912373230566702007-02-23T21:20:00.000+11:002007-02-23T21:35:00.821+11:00

Watched Saw III today. Underneath all the gruesome body parts and horrific killing methods lies a show with a twist and a pessimistic view of people.It makes the statement that the nature of people is something that cannot be changed. To some, this might be a very one-sided and pessimistic view of human life. I for one think that it is true. We are a product of our genetics and our environment.

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-41716353257382741702007-02-18T18:54:00.000+11:002007-02-18T19:16:53.234+11:00

Today has been a very productive day for many reasons. Actually. not very many...but anyway, who cares.Today is the start of the Chinese New Year (CNY) and everybody has been coming up to wish me CNY... which is kinda funny to me because I don't really consider it a very special day. I think the whole idea about festivals and celebrations is the air surrounding it. Consider Valentine's Day for

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-53257057202506209862007-02-14T22:54:00.000+11:002007-02-14T22:59:04.910+11:00

The 14th of Feb never used to hold much significance for me. It was just another day except that all around me people were holding roses/chocolates/balloons/flowers/other romantic gifts, hoping to make that special someone his or hers or to treasure existing special relationships. Then there were others who said that Valentine's day was about the celebration of friendship too. I suspect that this

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1170853440135736262007-02-07T23:51:00.000+11:002007-02-08T00:04:00.150+11:00

I realised that I haven't blogged much over the holidays. Spent too much time with friends, family and that special loved one. Grew fat over the holidays too...One thing I realised though, is that human relations are complex, trying but ultimately fruitful. The cliche but very true phrase "no man is an island" is something that I can hold dear to my heart after this trip home. One more thing. I

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1168443614024116882007-01-11T02:13:00.000+11:002007-01-11T02:40:14.046+11:00

This post title shamelessly borrows the title of the long running, emmy award winning drama of the same name. It chronicles the past 3 days of my attachment in the Emergency department down at the Singapore General Hospital. This is where the similarities end. The DEM and resuscitationUnlike the more famous ER in the drama series, there is no shouting, no frantic rushing , no drama basically. The

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1167309510108838692006-12-28T23:17:00.000+11:002006-12-28T23:38:30.123+11:00

I have been ranting on and on lately about people. Yes. People. People that i know, people that I don't know. People that I like, people that I hate. Basically anyone and everyone. People fascinate me for some strange reason. They are so varied and unique that no two people will react in exactly the same way when given the same situation. However, if one does look hard enough, there are enough

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1166869250193524582006-12-23T21:07:00.000+11:002006-12-23T21:20:50.206+11:00

Quite a while back, there was a fuss in the Singapore newspapers about a junior college girl who made some not so kind remarks about a fellow blogger's post on the future of the the middle-class Singaporean working class. She was blasted for her insensitive remarks and is now currently hiding somewhere in the deepest darkest depths of Singapore. Anyway, that got me thinking. I realised I have

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1164335823500474652006-11-24T13:22:00.000+11:002006-11-24T13:37:03.510+11:00

This is my second week home and the fact that this is my first blog entry since then shows how little free time I have, or rather, the number of other things I could be doing besides blogging. So I shall begin a recount of the events leading up to today. The touchdown at the airport was the most exciting touchdown in my life. Not because the plane ride was exciting or anything. It was because I

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1163163847498624682006-11-11T00:00:00.000+11:002006-11-11T00:04:07.506+11:00

The picture says it allGonna miss it. We had a good run little car. Hope your next owner takes good care of you.

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1162899720876894882006-11-07T22:34:00.000+11:002006-11-07T22:42:00.886+11:00

Pathology test is coming up. Its only 10%. Why then am I stressing over it like its the end of my life? Is it the fact that I need to get 9/10 at least for this. Is it the lack of preparation for this test? Or am I simply fustrated that I still have classes on Thursday and Friday and hence cannot get drunk on Wednesday following the end of the pathology paper, and more importantly, marking the

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1162548677491837212006-11-03T21:00:00.000+11:002006-11-03T21:11:17.500+11:00

Yes...i need a holiday. It has reached the point of saturation where I can no longer go on with lectures and tutorials and studying for the stupid pathology test at the same time. Don't get me wrong. I still love medicine, I still find disease and people interesting, I still want to learn. But somehow, I find myself getting more and more tired each day, not being able to focus on the subject at

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1161695711970811352006-10-25T00:03:00.000+11:002006-10-25T00:15:11.983+11:00

Don't ask me what it means...It just refers to a study week before the exams. The calm before the storm, the silence when you are in the eye of the tornado, the last supper, you get the picture... Anyway, here is my SWOTVAC post seeing as how: 1)I have no exams and am thus incredibly bored2)I need a short break from studying for a 10% pathology test which I have to get at least 9%This week has

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1161327728489238902006-10-20T17:44:00.000+11:002006-10-20T18:02:08.500+11:00

The definition of the word irony goes something like this: "an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected" This week has been unexpectantly full of irony. Let me begin by recounting Wednesday's events: Wednesday 18th Oct 2006: Bryan tells the truth, pisses off fat boganIt would have been an otherwise uneventful day had I brought my wallet along with me. As fate would

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1160608853244265212006-10-12T10:05:00.000+11:002006-10-12T10:20:53.256+11:00

I had a dream, or rather dreams. Over the past few days, I have been having interesting dreams about random stuff. Again, make what you want of dreams, subconscious desires, repressed memories, random thoughts or simply distorted views of reality. Here are my dreams: Tuesday 10th Oct 2006, I had a weird dream about Ann, Me, Mervyl and Adrian. We were lying in a field and just bumming around when

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1159519020053877692006-09-29T18:31:00.000+10:002006-09-29T18:37:00.060+10:00

I have 7 minutes to write this blog. Yes, 7 mins. Why do I give myself a time limit, why rush myself, you make ask. Well, for one simple reason: I need time limits to work. It doesnt apply to just me. It applies to a huge numeber of people in the world today. To care for the neurotic and the simply time concerned, this is my blod entry. The concept of keeping time does not apply to everyone. Some

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1159362082927176542006-09-27T22:25:00.000+10:002006-09-27T23:01:29.420+10:00

It has been a really really really really (you get the picture) long time since I last wrote here. There have been many things that have happened since then and I am obviously not going to write every single thing here. So perhaps in a few brief points, here are my highlights for the previous 20 or so days: - finished that 10% pathology essay titled "schizophrenia and pathology" - Won Jane

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1157681758201326952006-09-08T11:27:00.000+10:002006-09-08T18:00:57.236+10:00

Just returned from a 2 day hiking and pigfest from Wineglass Bay, situated along Tasmania's east coast. Awesome pictures and fabulous food. Only regret was not taking enough pictures because I ran out of memory after going to Wineglass Bay!!! Arghhh!! Anyway, enjoy the pics: Some AWESOME shots ya? I love the place. Have to go back there again one day. Beautiful beaches, clear blue freezing water

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1157442691579411442006-09-05T17:49:00.000+10:002006-09-05T18:00:51.656+10:00

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1157376990074332252006-09-04T23:23:00.000+10:002006-09-04T23:36:30.100+10:00

I haven't been writing here for a long time I think. I have thought about writing but somehow nothing really interesting came up. Then after reading my bro's blog (yes..he has one too. I'm not the only sentitive new age thought sharing guy after all), I realised that not very blog has to be exciting and full of lessons to be learnt from. There are times in our lives where we are just cruising

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1156221171635742602006-08-22T14:25:00.000+10:002006-08-22T14:32:51.643+10:00

Got this from an email forwarded from my bro. Don't know if the story about the terminally dying girl is true, but the poem certainly reminds me that in our haste, we often forget to stop and look around us. Enjoy.SLOW DANCEHave you ever watched kidsOn a merry-go-round?Or listened to the rainSlapping on the ground?Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?Or gazed at the sun into the fading

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1155723023504834942006-08-16T19:59:00.000+10:002006-08-16T20:10:23.536+10:00

Its been a really long time since the last blog entry. I don't know what to write about actually. There are many things on my mind right now I guess. Assignments, upcoming tests, Ann, family, friends. When I chose medicine, I thought I was headed down a really straight path. It was simple. Wham, Bam, go in, come out and practice psychiatry. How niave I was. There are many different paths along

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1153611648427221192006-07-23T09:27:00.000+10:002006-07-23T09:40:48.436+10:00

It seems that lately, nothing I do is right. I think I have lost some sense of reasoning or perphaps the ability to emphatise with people. Whatever it is, I just want to get over this and go back to the way things were. It seems that I have the uncanny ability to hurt the ones I love the most. Me and Ann had another arguement/disagreement again. I never intended to hurt her but as it was recently

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1152891185003099372006-07-15T00:59:00.000+10:002006-07-15T01:33:05.063+10:00

It really is amazing going into this new semester. Instead of thinking all the time about what am I doing, am I really doing the right course for me and whatever else. This semester is all sbout KNOWING that I made the right choice in the first place. Studying is so much more enjoyable when you actually are interested. hahaha. Not that the stuff we learnt before wasn't interesting, but actually

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1152714053884755012006-07-12T23:59:00.000+10:002006-07-13T00:20:53.893+10:00

It has been a long day....My 3rd year rseults came out today. I was nervous as hell. nothing much to report expect that I didn't do as well as I hoped to do and I didn't fail. Basically, I am happy that I get to see Ann on schedule, unhappy because I didn't do better than I did. I know that I have been slacking off this semester but I think that I should have been more focused. Anyway, I'm glad

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1152170151797635432006-07-06T17:06:00.000+10:002006-07-06T17:15:51.806+10:00

School has started for me while everyone continues on with their holidays. Not a bad thing though. Getting used to the new semester. So far it hasn't been easy. The good thing about this semester is that it is so much more interesting. Hard but interesting I must say. Also realised how important the stuff that we learnt in the first 2 years are. Should have studied my anatomy better...now having

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1151846257171372712006-07-02T22:46:00.000+10:002006-07-02T23:17:37.200+10:00

This past 2 weeks, life has been one big mess. With the exams over, my life literally comes crumbling down. Sometimes it seems like I fated to be a doctor. Just work my life away. The moment I try to have fun, somebody up there just screws it up for me...Just a brief recap on how crappy my life has been the past 2 weeks: 1. Went Melbourne for 4 days. Fun? Not if you are sick and feeling like crap

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1150346133903447142006-06-15T14:27:00.000+10:002006-06-15T14:35:33.910+10:00

24 hours to go...After 7 days of hell, 35 hours of mirco studying, 500 Freecell games,endless hours of music blasting away in the room, 5 exams and 2 missed weeks of gym. Bryan the fat slob is finally about to be set loose in the world once again. Tommorrow at 4 pm, the world (also known as Hobart...) will finally experience Bryan once again. First up is dinner at the Ball and Chain or Pig Ball

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1149466323648186992006-06-05T09:49:00.000+10:002006-06-05T10:12:43.876+10:00

This came out of a stupid chain email that says if you dont repost this in 15 mins blah blah blah and so on.. I'm not gonna forward the mail because I think chain mails are stupid but the story in it was pretty good. So here it is:7th gradeStared at the girl next to me.She was my so called "best friend".I stared at her long, silky hair,and wished she was mine.But she didnt notice me like that, I

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1148975864955546362006-05-30T17:47:00.000+10:002006-05-30T17:57:44.963+10:00

Taking a little breather from study and all that jazz. Did a visual systems examination practical today and volunteered to let my eye be dilated. Now on hindsight...it was a bad idea. How to study later!!!! I can't read the textbook now because the guy used a parasympathetic antagonist which means that my eye cannot accomodae for near vision!! Arghhh!!Yesterday, got to talk to Ann. She was

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1148474783396593962006-05-24T22:37:00.000+10:002006-05-24T22:46:23.406+10:00

Yes.. It's that time again..I heard people chanting for their favourite world cup team...No wait..that's not it..Cheers of the remaining 4 NBA teams? Nope..not that either... ITS the BLOODY EXAMS!!! Yes..the countdown has begun...Finally it has sunk in..Exams are 1 week away (only one la) and the rest are 2 1/2 weeks away...I need to focus and concentrate. Time to pull out all stops and drink

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1147786533333717872006-05-16T23:00:00.000+10:002006-05-16T23:35:33.343+10:00

Happy 3 months !! Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up -James BaldwinI have never been so happy to be sad in my life. Happy to be with someone who can light up my life and make it worthwhile to wake up each morning to face the world. Sad because although we are together in spirit, we are apart in person.3 months

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1146895165924844382006-05-06T15:48:00.000+10:002006-05-06T15:59:25.933+10:00

I realise that every blog has to begin from somewhere. How did it start? Why did it happen? These are questions that people ask (or in this case..me asking myself) and they are questions that have to be answered. My blogging story began somewhere in the month of Feburary. It was a warm, sticky night in the tropical country of Singapore and I was having a conversation with Ann. It doesn't matter

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1146746689213798342006-05-04T22:38:00.000+10:002006-05-04T22:44:49.220+10:00

Today was bad for many reasons. 1) I had a lecture of minor surgical procedures and I found it extremely interesting...which reinforced the thought of specialising in surgery 2) I went for Skills night where I found out that I have absolutely no talent for anything hands on, which effectively rules out surgery 3) to add insult to the injury...I almost caused a friend to faint by improper

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1146665264135946652006-05-04T00:01:00.000+10:002006-05-04T00:07:44.136+10:00

Ahh..the start is always nice..learning how to do new stuff is always interesting..just like how I'm about to put up pics so that I can use one of them for my profile (at least that is how I think it works...). Here goes:

heroinguyabbynoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27472087.post-1146663995541289142006-05-03T23:35:00.000+10:002006-05-03T23:50:25.456+10:00

I never thought that I would be sitting here writing a post for a blog. I used to think that blogs are for people who want the world to share a little of the life that they are living but then I realised later that most of what people write in blogs deal with a) the superficial part of their lives, b) the deeply retrospective part of their lives or c) bullshit in general about things happening

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