Jan 27, 2009

The Oxy New Year

With the downturn and endless recession this year seems not as extravagant as previous years. Nevertheless, in Penang and other Chinese-dominant cities in Malaysia, Chinese New Year is something you cannot miss - the heat, the endless feasting and ang pau collecting. Of course I've given up relying ang pau money as a prime source of income long ago - with the recent downturn projection is even going to be worse.

Scene of Hong Kong Int'l Airport - airports just look the same worldwide, even in Hong Kong - no hint of red at all for Chinese New Year.

Back home in Penang - the melting heat.

And our front yard - the melting heat.

My cousin having a long-distance affair over the phone. Her correspondant: Mum and Dad in New Zeland.

My babysitter's grandson...adorable

My sister in her oh-so-sixties Chinese New Year dress

Jan 23, 2009

Of All Festivities

This year sees a reducing on many festive greeting advertisements as the economy worsens. However, Petronas still showed up with a simplistic and yet important message - filial piety.
Directed by Yasmin Ahmad and Ng Choo Seong.



Happy Chinese New Year to all!

Jan 19, 2009

The Last Stitch, The Last Prayer

The countdown begun since 49 days. Taken during 28 days, day 0 was Friday.

The end starts with suturing our silent mentors, as progress advances gradually more people joined in the spring cleaning team...

Which includes rubbing every surface within the level to something even Queen Elizabeth's palace management team would gasp in amazement.

Every apparatus have to be scrubbed and made brand new. If not Prof. Wang would complain and make you scrub 3 times before being brought back for re-evaluation.

And you think it's just one or two forceps and scaple?

Work typically begins at 6.30am and last till 10.30pm.

At the end of spring cleaning.

Jan 13, 2009

The End Or The Beginning

One week till time to go home. We've practically completed gross anatomy and histology, leaving neurobiology lingering on Friday. What we do full-time now is suturing our silent mentors - every incision and dissection we performed over the skin of our silent mentors will now needed to be sutured and closed - we're rebuilding our silent mentors back.
Suturing can be mundane or meaningful, depending on where your heart lies - basically it's repetitive work, like sewing or knitting a sweater. Most of us can fluidly stitch together the strings while chatting the time away, discussing what to have for lunch and quizzing each other on neuro; on the other hand this is the last and only rite we do to thank our silent mentors for allowing us to probe and pinch every inch of his / her body in the name of medical education.
When I mourn every morning I thank my silent mentor for her unquestioning sacrifice and that I, along with all my lab partners, hope we could learn more than anatomical knowledge. And that we should always remember the basic qualities working in the medical line - to respect life and sacrifice above others.
The day would begin and we'd start suturing - closing every wound from the limbs and slowly progressing up till the trunk. The rule of the game - every group (12 silent mentors) will have to complete suturing and cleaning up the laboratory before being allowed back for winter holidays. As such, as we were inching our way across the skin, some were caught lingering aimlessly, identifying cerebral nuclear areas (for neurobiology), or simply flirting time away. It angered one of my female lab partners, as well as our neighbor group (who sutured with forest-fire speed). It's saddening to see that some take sacrifice for granted when the task at hand (exam scores) are no longer at stake.
Prof. Wang personally toured every group to explain in detail all the cerebral nuclear areas this afternoon. And though many have heard them again and again, they all gathered round with each progressing group. By our group (11 out of 12) the crowd is resembling the population of Lichtenstein. An early group argued that since they did not listen properly (chatting away I suppose) during their round, they wanted front rows during the demo.
I burst into flames in 2 seconds - lambasting them about respecting the 'landlord' and having more common sense - I really doubt I should, but under the aforementioned circumstances I was hardly able to contain myself any longer with selfishness.
I guess sometimes a little cruelty works well for those who see only themselves - my lab partners and the neighboring group had collaborated on not helping those idlers when we're done. The next step is to convince somebody with power to really make up for the difference on progress. I hardly doubt what I am doing is respectable or reasonable on religious or scientific grounds - but this only seems right, at the time being.


Author's note in response to posted comments:
I had indeed misunderstood many earlier groups who had the misfortune of viewing only lesser brains compared to later groups. We all have to recognize that conditions during the demonstration is not conducive per se and frustration can easily build up especially when anger is already present. For this I apologize.
On the issue of suturing I had had no chance of trying on other silent mentors and as such is not in any position to comment on the speed or difficulty of suturing. However, I should say I have the highest respect for all silent mentors and that I suture with nothing but the purest intention. It is to be noted that though the last two groups had somewhat different fixation methods of the cadaver, the 'softness' do not contribute to the effort of closing as during the course of dissection many parts of the 'soft' skin had dried and curled up. The fungi problem both groups encountered later during the course required us to douse our silent mentor with liberal quantities of formalin which contributed to the rapid dehydration and dryness as well.
While the fact that group demographics and talent have to be taken into account, we believe a little planning and efficiency goes a long way in getting the job done - no offense intended.
And last but not least, I agree with the notion that I am indeed exaggerating by seemingly accusing many but the accusative is in fact only a few if not none. For this I apologize as well. Though over the course of the past week I understand that we are not the only one upset about the difference of attitude.
And a final note - I am not changing the above article as a recognition of the mistake I made and the truth contained therein. I apologize again should some find the above offensive and your remarks are always gladly welcomed.

Jan 9, 2009

Trivial Nothings January

  • Woohoo! One more week and neurobiology to go, and then it'll be the long-awaited winter holidays!
  • My high school classmate says I'm very much alike to the villain in Heros, Sylar. I did two things to decide on the nature of the comment - I wikipedia-ed it (for his looks) and asked another friend to which commented he's a very cool and smooth villain. Both of that did completely to satisfy my sense of inquisitiveness.
  • We had lab sessions for 6 consecutive days - 6 exhausting, formalin-burning-your-sinuses days basking under the surgical lamp. It'll be the last day tomorrow, when we'll begin to suture our silent mentors.
  • During the middle of the week it really felt like being a candle burning at both ends, and melting in the middle. On Tuesday morning I woke up with a sore shoulder. It was so bad I had to beg my roommate for an ice patch and stick it up my back the entire morning.
  • Yesterday was the eve of our gross anatomy grand finals. I spent the evening chatting with Benjie on MSN. Not a nice way to spend the night before grand finals.
  • Our microbiology lab manual next semester was authored by someone named Cappucino. Somewhere along his lineage a barista must have either fallen in love with their family name and invented the beverage or their great grandfather accidentally poured frothed milk into Espresso during breakfast.
  • That was my daydreaming recently. Other variations include savoring the Swedish meatballs of Ikea when I stop by in Taipei next weekend and being bumped up to First on my flight back home.