Saturday, July 15, 2006

Visited countries


since i'm on call and i've got nothing to do (yet... fingers crossed), here's something off my sis-in-law's blog:

create your own visited country map

hmm, must say that actually looks pretty sad, but these are the countries that Ern and i have visited TOGETHER. well, suppose i'll just twerk with it to show the countries that we've visited on our own some other day.

Anyway, am in ENT now. Awaiting fish-bones to remove...


Thursday, March 09, 2006

Packrat, the new proud Uncle (face partially hidden to maintain anonymity) Posted by Picasa

forgot to turn the flash off... Posted by Picasa

our first family portrait Posted by Picasa

a better look... Posted by Picasa

in the incubator... with eyes wide open! Posted by Picasa

The return of the king


My my, what a long time it's been. It's the first day of the IT show aka PC fair today, and i'm waiting for Fong to drop by to take some pics before going off together to the show. But before i get there, perhaps a brief wrap up of the last 6 months since i made an entry?
  1. Made a few bucks from locuming, and refreshed a little on Paediatric Medicine for the current big project in my life.
  2. Bought a babe of a car, a nice bright sports-red Mazda 3 (basic of course, couldn't afford the upgrades) which is registered under the wife's name, for insurance purposes. Just realised that i haven't got a picture of it, but i suppose Mandy (as i would have liked to call her) has taken a backseat to current latest developments in my life. Hmm... she has also gotten quite a few scratches already, no thanks to the silly carpark in NUH which somehow managed to get cement on poor Mandy (just doesn't catch-on, does it? unlike Janine...) from the neighboring construction site.
  3. ORDed from National Service, with an A* of a grade for the past 2 years in the Army. This grade did go a fair bit in determining my starting pay back in NHG, so i suppose the proximity to the boss and special services afforded paid off.
  4. Started work back in NUH Medicine. (during these past few months, a few of my colleagues did start their own medical blogs, but were sadly later shut down voluntarily in view of the stand by the clusters on blogging by doctors... so that's all i'm going to write about it. )
  5. Had a baby. :)

Yeps, so that's baby Janine, aka Tan Kai Ning up there above. Pretty isn't she?

Anyway, since i'm having problems figuring out how to post more pictures of her in this site, i'll just have to do it manually. :)




Sunday, September 04, 2005

Now i remember...


... why and how i used to be so consistent in my journal entries. Hmm, no one calls it a journal anymore eh, it's a BLOG.

Here i am, sitting in the Children's Emergency wondering how the heck i got convinved by CK to do these weekend night shifts. Sure enough, the money's good, and better than what i could get at an overnight GP clinic, but it just sucks not being able to be at home with the wife, in the comfort of our own bed.

And i think i'm coming down with something. Coughing a little now, just hope it doesn't develop into something more.

There's one more patient outside. A not-so-young but not-so-old pretty China mother waiting for her little boy to pee so that we can do a quick test and send him on his way home. Once this happens, i hopefully can get some sleep before another upcoming long day. Planning to go to church, have lunch with the parents, and game away with Jee and Fong on Xbox D&D.

i'm bored. Therefore i blog? haha... it's at times like these in the middle of the night when such rubbish comes out.

Oh dear. Hear the monitors beeping away. Means that they're triaging a new patient.

Drats. Oh well, better make my worth at least. Currently getting paid more per hour than the registrar in the room next to mine.


Thursday, September 01, 2005

i break my silence...


Haven't been blogging lately. In fact, i was thinking of stopping altogether. It's not that i'm lazy or anything (or perhaps that's partially it), but i feel it's (at least to me) lost too much of it's initial purpose already. Blogs in general are getting too rampant. Everyone's blogging nowadays, and expects this channel to be one which everyone else needs to go through to be kept updated about their lives. People expect others to have read up on their blogs already, so a usual comment when meeting up (in person, actually) would be something to the effect of:

Blogger: "I did this-and-that the other day."
You: "Oh really? How was it?"
Blogger:"So-and-so... it's on my blog, wrote all about it." (with the expectation that you'd have read all about it, or should go read all about it)

Well, of course they'll expect you to read about it, since they put in effor t typing it all in. But since that expectation naturally comes about, i decided i should keep things slow. Stick to the real world. Yeah.

(of course, it seems like sort of a contradiction that i'm typing it in, but i suppose it's more for closure)

Anyway, was just impressed by an article that i read in the recent issue of SMA News, that i thought i should put in an excerpt for myself. A reminder about how Medicine should really be, not the un-noble profession that it may seem to have become. Of course, it can be amusing too ( , cheers to my friends blogging there...), but perhaps there should always be some reflection of how it used to be.

The article i was reading was entitled "dollars & sense in medical care", a reprint of the original printed in 1975. One point which the author Dr Koh Eng Kheng impressed upon me was the fact that Medicine used to be a profession restricted to the 'rich' who could afford it. You would think that this was elitist, and overly exclusive, but Dr Koh made a point which seemed the contrary:

"Are doctors getting more mercenary these days? While having my hair cut at the barber, I read an article which says that in Britain a new class of people are taking to the medical profession. In the past the British upper crust used to consider only three professions worth following: the clergy, doctoring and the army. Being in the profession was that which counts. Earning a living was of less consequence as these people had private incomes of their own. With higher education being made available now to everyone rich or poor, medicine as a career is now being looked upon as a profession like any other profession - banking, accountancy, engineering. There is no longer any talk of "nobility" in the calling. If you work overtime, you ask for overtime pay. A doctor's patients are no longer patients or friends, they are his clients. With medicine becoming more of a science rather than an art, can you blame our new doctors for being cold and calculating?"

Impactful, at least to me. That'll be a challenge though, to keep "noble" and above the calling of pure monetary rewards, EVEN as the general public looks to you no longer as a "noble" practitioner, but a service, a commodity, that they buy, pay for, and can make a flippant switch to another.


Friday, April 22, 2005

Free journal entry...


Today was really tiring.
I got out of bed because I had to throw up. I'm really sick. I mean REALLY sick.

I'm so sad. My kitten got run over this afternoon. I found him when I was coming home from school. His head was all squished. I took some photos. I'll miss him. Poor kitty.

Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.

I want to tell the world that my girlfriend Amy is the bomb! She made pizza last night, and even though I burnt my lips on the cheese, it was awesome!!!

I am updating this journal for the first time in ages, because I've been in prison.

Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's ten thousand photographs of my cat.

I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have a terrible skin disease which prevents me from coming into contact with other human beings. And bipolar disorder.

That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with some naked photos of myself. (Not safe for work - teehee).

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Monday, February 14, 2005



i love Da Paulo's. Ok, well, not exactly LOVE it, but it makes cooking all the more easier. Today was V-day, and in our spirit of thriftiness, we decided not to contribute to the economy (coupled with the fact that our credit card bills were sky-high the last month) and chose to eat in. We had rented Shallow Hal the day before (despite the fact that it screened on channel 5 last night), but decided to go with Five as it was showing The Fugitive.

i finished the DB inspection early, and hence had time to pop by Holland V to pick up some pasta, pasta sauce, a chicken riscotti and salad from DP, as well as the Awfully Chocalate ice-cream from Dan which he forgot to bring to a party. The chicken was simple enough to reheat in the microwave, but the pasta needed REAL cooking. Boiling water, a tea-spoon of salt, and boil for a minute (though i tailored it to 2, after much hesitation and timing with my Nokia stopwatch). Simple enough not to screw up. Add in some dim lights, white wine, air-con from the bedroom-converted-to-dining-room at full blast, and an aroma-therapy burner with Lavender oil, and the stage was set for our very first candle-(cum TV)-light dinner. It wasn't too bad, though she took a little longer than i expected in coming home, hence the pasta was a little clumped, but still yummy. Still have some wine left though...

The DB inspection this afternoon was a good respite from the busy morning that i had. 4 straight hours of meeting with the boss and some of the Brigade MOs over the Medical Support Plan for this year's NDP. No joke. It had earlier been approved by SMO before going through our office, hence the boss wasn't really pleased, especially since most of the assets requested were from Army, and were pretty excessive, not to say the least. The boss also had a good time shooting out arrows as the meeting went along, many totally unrelated to my job scope. Sigh... times have changed indeed. My afternoon before starting the cooking was also marred by a call from one of the Majors, with another arrow which i don't think i should be doing. Or rather, i guess he's got no choice since he needs a doctor to get information about electrolyte imbalance in marathons, but there already IS a guidebook on this previously published by LIFE, hence the replication of work is in my opinion unnecessary. My gut feel is that the boss either is not aware of the existing publication and Maj R doesn't dare or didn't think to bring it up to his attention, or that the boss just wants to create work for his subordinates, which totally goes against the line of the old management. That's the problem with the SAF. It's a military organisation which is run in a way which over-emphasises on the fact that it IS a military organisation. Many of the commanders think they can get their way because of their rank, and this management style is unfortunately not quite effective in getting things done, especially with a whole bunch of youths who have been enlisted against their will. i try to defy the urge to use this reason to slack off, as i have a moral calling higher than the organisation or the nation, but sometimes it's hard.


DB was just like what prison is portrayed in the media. Cold hard cells with metal bars, and a little corner for doing one's business. The security was tight as well, albeit run by NSFs. The inspection basically is a form of audit, to ensure that the inmates are in no way being mistreated or abused by the others, or by the soldiers looking over them. Wouldn't want a repeat of the Iraqi prison scandal hitting us now, would we?

We examined all 163 of them from the outside of the cells, walking past each cell and getting the inmates to strip and do the DB dance. Now, the DB dance is basically an improvised Macarena, where the inmates (as previously mentioned) strip to their birthday suits, stand with palms out, then in, then raise their hands up palms facing the examiner, at the same time sticking out their tongues, then turning around and lifting up one sole after the other for inspection. Each inmate can be inspected within a matter of seconds (if they dance correctly, that is), so it doesn't really take that long to complete the few accomodation blocks.

There were also some Jehovah Witnesses, who all go straight to DB anyway. They had to dance as well.

i guess that's it for now... later.


Sunday, February 13, 2005

bunnies Posted by Hello