Sunday, March 27, 2005
Bedding Byes
Strange moment tonight, coming home from a pleasant meal at Buko Nero, after everyone had gone to bed. Slipping my key into the lock of my bedroom door, I glanced around at the garden my mum tends. It looks a mess in the day, but by moonlight it was so beautiful I was almost reluctant to step inside and turn on the lights. Standing in the garden under the pale moonlight... it was almost magical.
Maybe I'm just going slowly mad...
Must be sleep deprivation.
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My comments feature seems to be broken yet again, making it frustrating for anyone so-inclined to leave a mark.
I love enetation.
No, really, I do. Heh. Maybe I should make a donation to ensure the owner keeps up the current level of "quality" service.
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Supposed to write about some road sign today that proudly declared ECP (Jurong) dead ahead (ie up arrow).
Unexpectedly, we encountered a roundabout instead, and it was through happy chance that I noticed the tiny little ECP sign on the third turnoff.
Now other countries, they'd put a big sign with a circle on it and the words ROUNDABOUT, with each turnoff clearly marked.
We have straight arrows.
Everything in this country is straight...
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I forgot to write, the reason we worked triply hard after the MBBS was because it was all a bribe. You think patients volunteer to be poked repeatedly by wooden-faced medical students spouting the same phrase ad nauseum, out of some innate sense of good heartedness?
Hah. Think again. They get fifty bucks.
(Although to be fair, we probably don't explain it to them in enough detail. Heck, if someone told you you were going to get prodded by ten students over and over again in one day, would you bravely step forward to the fore(finger)?)
They also receive the promise of an operation straight after the exam (some of them have their surgery delayed too) to make up for their "inconvenience".
It's all give and take at the end of the day.
Although listening to some of the dear sweet old biddies misleading the confused little medical students into the quagmires of their irrelevant social and medical histories, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps more stringency in case selection might be an idea... Heck I wouldn't pay someone fifty bucks to have her make hordes of students go down flailing beneath the weight of her multiple comorbidities and misunderstood diagnoses...
Maybe I'm just going slowly mad...
Must be sleep deprivation.
*****
My comments feature seems to be broken yet again, making it frustrating for anyone so-inclined to leave a mark.
I love enetation.
No, really, I do. Heh. Maybe I should make a donation to ensure the owner keeps up the current level of "quality" service.
*****
Supposed to write about some road sign today that proudly declared ECP (Jurong) dead ahead (ie up arrow).
Unexpectedly, we encountered a roundabout instead, and it was through happy chance that I noticed the tiny little ECP sign on the third turnoff.
Now other countries, they'd put a big sign with a circle on it and the words ROUNDABOUT, with each turnoff clearly marked.
We have straight arrows.
Everything in this country is straight...
*****
I forgot to write, the reason we worked triply hard after the MBBS was because it was all a bribe. You think patients volunteer to be poked repeatedly by wooden-faced medical students spouting the same phrase ad nauseum, out of some innate sense of good heartedness?
Hah. Think again. They get fifty bucks.
(Although to be fair, we probably don't explain it to them in enough detail. Heck, if someone told you you were going to get prodded by ten students over and over again in one day, would you bravely step forward to the fore(finger)?)
They also receive the promise of an operation straight after the exam (some of them have their surgery delayed too) to make up for their "inconvenience".
It's all give and take at the end of the day.
Although listening to some of the dear sweet old biddies misleading the confused little medical students into the quagmires of their irrelevant social and medical histories, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps more stringency in case selection might be an idea... Heck I wouldn't pay someone fifty bucks to have her make hordes of students go down flailing beneath the weight of her multiple comorbidities and misunderstood diagnoses...
