Wow (2).

Wow.

Fragrances.

I was filling in one of those surveys¹ a few days back about the fragrances you choose to wear, and was quite intrigued at the subconscious decisions we make when buying one. No not the tickling of your sensory follicles (I'm not a 'nose'), nor the associative smell theory (I'm no proponent of psychoanalysis - yet - that'd probably come next year, if it does) here, but rather the more mundane marketing tricks those nasty big corporations employ to trick us into fooling our noses.

Yes I mean the obscenely provocative² names they use, the stunningly gorgeous uniforms they make their staff wear and of course the ergonomically-shaped bottles³ you just can't handle.

And as not all men (and women) are susceptible to ladies with long legs (hey I wonder why men⁴ haven't got into the act) even the brands themselves are tools to be manipulated - 'big' names (if you aspire to be the boss) for those who follow the crowd, and 'boutique' ones for those who think they don't⁶.

More notes to take to your next fragrance-shopping, eh?





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¹Where you get points, in this case nectar points, which can be used in a supermarket chain (kinda like the ntuc link card) called Sainsburys here.
²Ha ha. Yes cheap pun I know.
³Then again, I'm glad there aren't any regulations on bottle shapes and sizes - we'd probably be subjected to perfumes with varied shocking shades of pink otherwise, wouldn't we. Which would obviously detract from the delightful perfume consultants with their pretty dresses and husky/sweet voices (depending on perfume image, evidently).
⁴And I mean muscled men with suave smiles on well-hung cheekbones⁵ and soft (yet firm) deep voices.
⁵To the anatomically-inclined reading this, I know it is a stretch to describe it in this way, so please pardon me.
⁶That's the best link I could find, unfortunately.

Scams.

I see they have progressed from scams about rich Nigerian people to scams about scams about rich Nigerian people eh.

Oh and btw, go check out how much a dollar (US somemore) is worth in Zimbabwean dollars now. (You gotta manually convert it to see it for yourself)

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M.

I have a feeling I'll miss the long drives back from Cambridge next year. The poignant music I like to play; the alternating darkness (some parts of the M6 are unlit) and bright lights of cities in the distance; the sense that parting is not mere sweet sorrow, for the sorrow is but transient, to be dissolved, dismissed, dissipated the next time we meet.

I know, the hairs on your back are standing up already, so I shall not torment you any further. Reason for this post - I'm currently listening to Morcheeba, Goldfrapp (latest ones) and Portishead (first one) and they somehow give me the funny feeling you probably get when you've had a few shots and feel totally in love with the person trying to stand next to you.

Yeah I'm drunk on music.

Smoking/Apathetic.

So here we go
In different directions one way the other
Masking the scent of sweet smoke yet defined
By our heart and mind

We laugh, we sing, we dance in air
We wait, till none you care

The lust lingers as we speak
Its armoury, its cache, its whole crew.

Where's your moral compass?
Where's it lead you to?



It's understandable, isn't it, how, when you're not in regular contact with broken lungs and hearts, it's so easy to be apathetic about your friends smoking their lives away - yes I'm oversimplifying here, but perhaps we should commend those who try, day after day, to help others stop smoking.

Earning Some Spare Cash.

As you might have noticed, I've added a link on the right, which leads you to ipoints, one of those websites where you earn points for shopping, gambling and doing other assorted evil deeds which contribute to global warming, bad karma and holes in pockets.

It's free to join, and I get 80p apparently for each person that joins using the link, so I'd appreciate if you can sacrifice a little of your karma for my monetary gain.

But seriously, I'm a not-so-proud member of the site and I've got 100 quid worth of amazon vouchers from my usual profligate spending and betting¹ (it's always the betting and gambling websites which offer the most points, money being the ultimate evil as we all know) and clicking through to websites offering instant riches (which you don't have to sign up to, a bonus in itself), so it's not so bad, really.

And seriously, I'm really very curious as to how much money I can actually get out of posting a link on my website, so I'll update you if and when I get any spare income from it. I promise you a treat (chocolate bar, unfortunately that's all I'd be able to afford from your clicking) when I get the good news, if I do.

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¹ No I'm not a problem gambler, for those of you who might be aghast to know that I indulge in a little bit of karma-flipping once in a while. And if you really must know, I haven't lost any money playing on those websites, though I must admit it takes a lot of discipline to stop while you're ahead². Please don't try if you're not one to gamble, though.
² It's like that succulent stick of satay you see walking past the hawker centre every day - do you succumb to the temptation and order 20, knowing that every bite increases your risk of getting colon cancer, or do you enjoy it once in a while with lots of cucumber (ask for more lah, it's free anyway) and hope for the best?

On Formal Wear.

So LM was asking me the other day, why do guys spend so much on shirts/jackets etc when they all look quite similar. My answer: it's the details that count, since black-tie literally means black dinner jacket + bow-tie. And so we got into this quasi-argument about whether men have it better - just buy a suit and heck-care it - or, conversely, have no way of expressing their individuality with bold strokes of the brush, paint or otherwise.

No I do not wish to veer into sensitive territory here, what with the size zero models (focus has shifted to malnourished young males now) and all, but the question remains - how do us young restless guys with no distinguishable achievements express our vitality and individuality at a black-tie function¹?



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¹ I attended a dinner recently as the official photographer of my dad (he was appointed president of some marine engineering society) and the attire was 'dinner jacket with decorations' - and I indeed saw many decorations. I was sat next to this ex-head of the Royal Submarine Service, ie medal around neck + smaller ones on jacket - CBE I think, and around the table were assorted CBEs and OBEs [for those in Singapore, knights in shining jackets] etc etc. Obviously I felt out of place, being the youngest by at least 30 years and suffering from an acute medallessophobia, but they were quite nice, really. Conversation was easy, with their witty anecdotes, and what not, and me just sitting there listening in awe. You know like the 听爷爷讲故事 syndrome, and with a very interesting 爷爷?

Politics.

Wow.

Quote of the Day

I normally am quite apathetic about politics, but I can't resist posting this (from a Times article) I read today:


Michael Ancram, a former Tory minister, said: “This debate is going to be remembered most for the impressive sight of the Liberal Democrat Party marching, with sound and fury, courageously towards the fence upon which they have been ordered to perch.”


Basically there was a vote in parliament on whether there should be a UK-wide referendum on the EU Lisbon treaty (don't ask) and the leader of the Liberal Democrats party had ordered (unsuccessfully) for his party members to abstain from the vote.

I really wonder if Singapore would ever get to such a ridiculous stage. Or would we ever produce individuals who can utter such excellent quotes?

Earthquake.

I've just encountered my first earthquake, so please let me describe it to you in sordid detail what happened.

(For those concerned about my well-being, it happened quite far away so I'm quite safe, don't worry - epicentre reports here)

So this earthquake struck just as I was playing C&C Generals, barely awake as it usually is the last thing that I do before I sleep (Don't ask me why, it requires little brain (and CPU) activity and is somehow soothing - I think) and as you know, I was controlling this China side with its behemoth tanks, and was mercilessly 'attacking' this USA enemy with entrenched defences and much superior airpower. So right at this exact moment, when some USA airplane had bombed my tanks, it struck.

You know how they show the bombing of an area in Generals? Well they sorta animate the ground shaking, the tanks being flipped up into the air, that area shakes a little, and sound effects of a bomb come in.

So yah. When the earthquake struck I initially couldn't believe my senses. I mean, I seriously thought I was getting too tired for playing - you know when you're exhausted, everything becomes amplified? So yah first thought was 'is this real?' Have I gained an extraordinary insight into how addicted gamers feel when they get sucked into the gaming world and lose touch with this?

And then I realised something was wrong, because the US airplane had finished its mission (I must inform you that my other tanks managed to shoot it down) and the area was back to normal. And my whole table and clothes rack was shaking violently. Not to mention my weights started rolling about - they're 10kg and usually don't move about of their own accord.

So my next thought was - had I put something wrong in the washing machine? Because my flatmates and I had just cleaned up the kitchen, and I had cleaned part of the bathroom, we had stuck the floormat (washable, according to IKEA) and a detachable mop-magic-clean-furry-thing (the furry part, obviously), as well as a throw, into the washing machine beforehand, I thought some part had choked some vital organ in the washing machine and it was making its last gasps for help.

So I went outside, and checked. It was off.

By this time the shock was over, and one of my flatmates had just popped his head out of his room, asking if I felt it. And he mentioned that it might be an earthquake, he had experienced several in Birmingham before, being a native here.

And so yes, I realised only after what lasted only 10 secs, but seemed like minutes, that I had just experienced my first earthquake. And it was quite fun, really.

Oh and the other flatmate slept through it - he swore that heard our conversation in his dreams, about earthquake and the washing machine.

Lost.

I'm feeling really lost right now.

Robot porn.

Warning: Contains strong language and sex references, might be offensive to some viewers.

So here goes: cute music video. Look out especially for 1:12.

Blogging about blogging.

If I were an arts student, this might be a thesis, but since I'm not - what do you think are the reasons behind our blogging? Why do we pick certain topics to write about, even when we know they might be mundane (or even offensive) to other people?

Since I am not taking English or philosophy, I can only implore you to look at your posts, and think of what you felt at the time you wrote them. Were they therapeutic? Helped you to vent some anger or frustration which otherwise might seem out of character?

Or did you want to show that hey, this is who I am, and let it serve as a looking glass into your life, for anyone who might care and does care?

Yeah I'm still in SSC mood, and am much too free for my own good. Interesting what life in the country does to you. (OK I know Preston is a city, as I often astound my friends with, but it's the whole staring at semi-detached houses with observatories and nice gardens, with nice elderly people pottering about [literally] mood, you know?)

Longest Traffic Jam - ever.

Now I understand what Kuan Ching said when we visited him in KL this year - I just got stuck in a horrific traffic jam today, and took 3 1/2 hours to get home when I usually take 45 minutes.

I don't mean to be evil, with a fatality involved, but (follow the link) the police took 6 fucking hours just to clear the scene and 'investigate the causes' when no other cars were involved. I mean, on the radio, I heard that it was a multi-car pile-up (which softened the blow) but now that I've the news, they closed down the ENTIRE expressway for 6 FUCKING HOURS just to investigate the cause of a Land Rover getting out of control?!

6 FUCKING HOURS. 3 FUCKING LANES. DO THEY EVEN REALISE THE TRAFFIC CONGESTION THEY CAUSED AROUND THE 20 MILE RADIUS OF THAT EXPRESSWAY CLOSURE.

Yes I am in one of those rare moments where I am just slightly inclined towards violence, and vulgarities. Just a bit tetchy, as they say.

Happy Chinese New Year!

Finally, my year (and yours, probably) has come again. Time to rule the world (financially, as it states on some horoscope thingy) and make mayhem!

On a more serious note, my mum and sis packed some 2 bags of CNY goodies, bubble-wrapped and all, for my dad to bring over on Tuesday, and I just collected it over the weekend. Now I know I might probably sound like some ego-maniacal smug guy who thinks he has it all but I'm really glad I have such a wonderful family (the bags almost filled the entire suitcase my dad brought along, honestly), and I think (anticipate, rather) getting fat on such love simply has to be worth it. I mean, I don't know if it's partially because the CNY goodies industry has blossomed in the past few years, but even the humble green pea biscuit tastes so delicious!

You can come up with all the cliches about familial love you want, but words alone can't adequately describe the the warm fuzzy feeling you get, when you're luxuriating in the nice warm tropical climate¹, tea tarik in one hand, CNY goodies in another (and much more within close reach of course²).


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¹My mum packed in a humidifier in December, when she came over, and I've quite a good strong heater in my room.
²Detailed inventory of stuff I have now:
1. Green Pea Biscuits
2. Modified love letters (they're sort of tinier)
3. Mixed assortment of biscuits (Smaller amounts, can't really describe them)
4. Coffee almond biscuits
5. Mini popiah filled with hae bi hiam - someone enlighten me on what it's called, can't remember the name!!
6. Pineapple tarts
7. Bah Kwa
8. Spicy pork floss
Yes, 1 box/container of each.

Love, and looking ahead.

I know, this is probably too mushy for most of you (so you've received your warning here) but you know sometimes when you listen to a particular song you're just overcome by emotion, and can't stop yourself shedding a few tears? I know, it's not something a guy will normally (willingly) admit to, but tonight, whilst watching this video, I couldn't stop thinking of the academic year ahead, without her (relatively) close by.

But no, I'm not going to induce some involuntary reflux of your last meal by elaborating any further, of course.

Patients With Cancer.

I met a patient, a few months back now, who suffered from Hodgkin's Lymphoma, a type of cancer, obviously. He was at home, receiving palliative care, and was given a prognosis of a few months.

Now what struck me most was that although his skin, on his lower extremities, was covered in horrible ulcers (the sight of which scars you for life), and he was obviously in pain, having to change the dressings (I was with the district nurse, who does it for him), he seemed remarkably upbeat. His wife was there too, and they were telling us the holiday they had booked with some grant they had received, and that they were going to enjoy themselves while they could, together.

The patient seemed more worried about his wife not being able to cope after his passing, and in fact had penned down a diary detailing each and every thing he wanted to do, with his wife, before the eventuality came.

And a few weeks back, I met an elderly lady, this time whilst with the GP, who had presented again with a carcinoma a few years after she had achieved remission from Non-Hodgkin's. Basically another form of cancer. Besides the obvious cliche that came to mind, "Cancer is the ideal state every cell aspires to", what struck me was that she, too, appeared calm, stoic and composed.

It is patient contact, like this, that makes you appreciate life for what it is, and steers you towards a certain complicated branch of medicine.

I bet this is gory reading for most of you, and we don't normally think of our own mortality at such a tender young age where our aspirations and ambitions take precedence over our health - but please, my friends, please take care of your health. Enjoy life, responsibly.

On Words.

What, do you think, is more effective - an essay on living, or a movie on the purpose of life?

As you know, I'm currently doing an SSC (student selected component, ie report on some topic you've chosen) on Tolstoy and the Art of General Practice, and have been asked to read a book called . Now as the book only arrived today I had a free day yesterday, which I utilised effectively to watch random movies and ponder on the role of general practitioners as artists in society. And I managed to watch "I am Legend" (don't ask why, because I don't condone illegal downloading of movies, which I didn't, obviously.)

So you may ask how and why an action/thriller/horror movie starring Will Smith toting an M16 (or is it an M4?) poses such an intellectually challenging question. Well watch the first hour of the movie (on DVD, obviously) and although you might have to extrapolate a little (considering the fact that it is a Hollywood movie) you should get my point.

And read the book, of course, if you have the time. And the article. I promise they're worth the time.

Tolstoy and the Art of General Practice.

Yup that's my SSC for the first semester this year, anybody have any insights on that, other than the 'we are all small but significant parts of society/history, just like the cells/organs of our bodies, and general practice is all but keeping it going (not making drastic changes) and letting it roll along' concept that I have three weeks to refine (greatly, of course) on?
Other than the belief that we should be vegetarians and live full spiritual lives, of course.
Philosophical and arty people out there, help me!

Professionalism in Medical Students.

We've a discussion we have to do as part of a portfolio, and the current one's on (as the title suggests) professionalism medical students are supposed to exhibit. I'd appreciate some comments about my post below, thanks!

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OK I think we've plunged straight into the murky depths of
professionalism in our medical education straightaway haven't we?
Seriously though, I believe Louisa and Sri have both made very valid and
important points in our discussion - in fact, if we look closely at the
GMC guidelines on Tomorrow's
Doctors, you have both mentioned certain outcomes we should have
attained by the end of our undergraduate education!
Further to the points you've made, however, I do feel there are certain
areas we can expand upon, namely
1. What is the 'professional' behaviour required of a medical
student? By that I mean not just what we think we should exhibit
(as Louisa has mentioned), or what our educators, or other doctors, show
(as Sri has noted), but perhaps also think about what patients expect of us.
2. What are the ways in which we can develop a professional relationship
(albeit as a medical student) with not just our patients, but also our
peers and educators?

With regards to the first point, am I the only one to find the symbiotic
relationship between patients and us medical students fascinating? Is it
not such a complex, and sublime one, where they have a vested interest
in our education, helping us (in our vain ventures into history-taking,
and clumsy attempts at clinical examinations), in the hope of moulding
us in their expectations? As such privileged confidantes, where do we
draw the line between passing on valuable medical or social information
for good use, and keeping certain facts confidential; how do we present
ourselves to patients, being too much 'on their side', not just as a
healthcare professional, or risk appearing too detached, and seem
concerned only with our own learning objectives?

I'm sure we can all congratulate ourselves on the fact that we have
demonstrated the former reasonably well through our actions, if we have
not explicitly stated so, in our presentations to senior staff and
discussions amongst ourselves (Mr X, etc), but regarding the latter,
what do you think we should, or should not do, to show our empathy for
patients, yet achieve our learning aims at the same time? Gaining
consent properly, and introducing ourselves are obvious points; perhaps
making them feel at ease, as well as appropriating shared
objectives, I feel, are areas we should improve on (at least for me!)
What do you think?

As for the second point, there is an interesting article about role
models in the medical profession and how professional behaviour should
be taught1, perhaps you'd find it an interesting post-PBL
read! An interesting point it makes is that professional behaviour
should be taught not just through group discussions (like this), but
also by people of other professions. I personally think it is an
interesting idea - remember the ethics lectures by Prof Harris? What do
you think?



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1How important
are role models in making good doctors? Paice et al. BMJ
2002;325:707-710