med school mumblings...

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Can't Get It Out Of My Head

my current earworm - and i blame it on The One who has been sending me numerous youtube songs. haha.



and yes, we finally received our online copies of the schedule. many thanks to the dean's office folks who put it up at the eleventh hour, literally! for those outside the wonderful local medicine system, the final mbbs exam is a massive logistical nightmare involving all the hospitals and major departments, spread over slightly over a week (for the clinicals that is).

it's back to the mugging folks.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Rant

yeah, mumbler is sick. again. fever, sore throat, super drippy nose. i've no idea where i picked it up, but it came on just as i was doing my medicine eopt on wednesday. now it's this gook that is a horrendous tsunami, so much so that i sometimes can't get to the tissue in time, and i think i'm about to od on the anti-histamines in a vain attempt to dry it up.

things that are making matters worse are as follows:

1) studying o&g. just can't stand it. it's all about bleeding bleeding bleeding, plus it brings back traumatic memories from the posting.

2) the fact that we were promised that our exam schedules would reach our mail boxes by today, but in actual fact have not been uploaded to the ivle. someone called up the dean's office and was told 4pm, but well looky looky, it's past dinner time now and nothing's up. in fact, the letters were apparently only sent out -today- so we'll likely get the info earliest on monday. well done. once again it's admin 1 students 0.

3) the tv is out. well, not exactly the telly, but the cable set up box. it's been giving problems since chinese new year, and it's finally given up the ghost. no biggie since i need to study anyway, and especially since american idol has hitherto failed to impress me. lousy singing, poor judging, overly hyped.

there goes my nose again. will blog another time.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

When You Believe

one of my all time favourite songs. and please note that this is the original version that features in the movie which is sung by michelle pfeiffer and sally dworsky, not the ridiculously over sung whitney and mariah one. this version also has a hebrew bridge that is performed by a children's choir, and it never fails to bring a smile to my face listening to it. the entire story can be read here, from moses' first encounter with God to the Passover and finally, the parting of the red sea.



Many nights we've prayed
With no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts a hopeful song
We barely understood
Now we are not afraid
Although we know there's much to fear
We were moving mountains
Long before we ever knew we could

There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe

In this time of fear
When prayer so often proved in vain
Hope seemed like the summer birds
Too swiftly flown away
Yet now I'm standing here
With heart so full I can't explain
Seeking faith and speaking words
I never thought I'd say

There can be miracles when you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe

(Bridge)
A-shi-ra la-do-nai ki ga-oh ga-ah
(I will sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously)
A-shi-ra la-do-nai ki ga-oh ga-ah
(I will sing to the Lord, for he has triumphed gloriously)
Mi-cha-mo-cha ba-elim adonai
(Who is like You, oh Lord, among the celestial)
Mi-ka-mo-cha ne-dar- ba-ko-desh
(Who is like You, majestic in holiness)
Na-chi-tah v'-chas-d'-cha am zu ga-al-ta
(In Your love, You lead the people You redeemed)
Na-chi-tah v'-chas-d'-cha am zu ga-al-ta
(In Your love, You lead the people You redeemed)
A-shi-ra, a-shi-ra, a-shi-ra
(I will sing, I will sing, I will sing)

There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
It's hard to kill
Who knows what miracles
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
Now you will
You will when you believe
You will when you believe

hang in there people...it'll be over soon enough.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Nutty

mumbler has left the grand ol' dame behind and is now returning to the palce where she first started her clinicals - western hospital. once again, she's back to needing coffee infusions because she has to wake up early just to be on time. no surprise that mumbler ranked western and the wild wild west hospital last during the recent hopex. haha. am crossing my fingers that i don't get either of those hospitals!

first, mumbler must thank her two fantastic tutors at the grand ol' dame - our dear jedi master from geri and the oscar winning actress from haemato. they must be two of the best tutors i've ever gotten, both funny and knowledgeable at the same time, what more could i have asked for?

but now it's time to revisit psych, which mumbler doesn't.really.like. which is an understatement considering how excited she can be when talking about her favourite specialty (for now lah!). so i'll just grit my teeth and bear with it - after all, these will be the last two weeks of school that mumbler will ever have. for those readers unacquainted, postgrad medicine is the ultimate work and study programme - you work 36 hour shifts and you study at the same time. there really -is- so much to look forward to after graduation, no?

and it seems like i'm in a country mood now - love the music and simple, heartfelt lyrics. this is carrie underwood with "don't forget to remember me".



Eighteen years have come and gone
For momma they flew by
But for me they dragged on and on
We were loadin' up that Chevy
Both tryin' not to cry
Momma kept on talkin'
Puttin' off good-bye
Then she took my hand and said
Baby don't forget

Before you hit the highway
You better stop for gas
And there's a fifty in the ashtray
In case you run short on cash
Here's a map and here's a Bible
If you ever lose your way

Just one more thing before you leave
Don't forget to remember me

This downtown apartment sure makes me miss home
And those bills there on the counter
Keep telling me I'm on my own
And just like every Sunday I call momma up last night
And even when it's not, I tell her everything's alright
Before we hung up I said
Hey momma, don't forget

To tell my baby sister
I'll see her in the fall
And tell mee-maw that I miss her
Yeah, I should give her a call
And make sure you tell Daddy
That I'm still his little girl
Yeah I still feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be
Don't forget to remember me

Tonight I find myself kneeling by my bed to pray
I haven't done this in a while
So I don't know what to say but
Lord I feel so small sometimes in this big old place
Yeah I know there's more important things, but
Don't forget to remember me
Don't forget to remember me

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Music And Lyrics

gotta love this song. it's during times like these that i totally dig country music. this is the dixie chicks with "landslide".

Landslide



I took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life

Well, I've been afraid of changing cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
Well...

Well, I've been afraid of changing cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older, too
Well I'm getting older too

So, take this love and take it down
Yeah and if you climb a mountain and ya turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well the landslide brought me down
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well maybe
Well maybe
Well maybe the landslide will bring you down

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Reality Bites

tune in to channel 5 tomorrow at 9pm to catch lifewatch, a reality tv show filmed at the singapore general hospital. it would be interesting to watch a show like that - hospital life ain't nothing like er or grey's or house where patients routinely come in disemboweled or holding an arm, or where top of your list of differential diagnoses is the rarest thing on the planet. real life can be stranger than fiction, but it's more mundane than anything, and it's more raw. the last time i caught something like that was many years ago when a tv crew followed a few interns at john hopkins and even managed to film the surgical department's morbidity and mortality (m&m) rounds. whatever it is, mumbler just might appear on the show, albeit in an unglamorous way. haha.

end of posting test is on friday evening, and what i've hearing from those who've taken it is...not very encouraging. most people are usually quite happy to share their stories, but not this time. i just hope it's because the department's trying to scare us, and not because we really are THAT bad. i've been really cramming for it, and hopefully the info can be retained till march 29th.

meanwhile, choosing the hopex postings hasn't been easy, because our batch is the first to be employed directly by the ministry of health. for quite a long time, housemen were employed by either one of the two health care clusters, so no one really knows what to expect with our batch. mumbler can't really decide on her choices, and she's not helped by the fact that they intend to reduce the manpower in some specialties. then again, it all depends on the mbbs grades, so there honestly isn't much use in agonising over it.

lots of things have been happening, some happy and some sad, and involving different groups of people. it's too near the mbbs and i wished that i somehow had the clarity of mind to sort everything out, but i don't. and while the happy stuff easily bring a smile to my face, the sad things make me feel just a bit more cynical and less trusting. not good at all.

on a lighter note, i found this comic from a blog:


Sunday, February 01, 2009

A Time To Laugh

to all the choir/ ex-choir folks out there. i know this article is pretty old, but it cracks me up each time i read it. good for relieving stress. by the way, mumbler is an alto, and i must say, it's a pretty good description. heh.

The Young Person's Guide To The SATB Choir

In any chorus, there are four voice parts: soprano, alto, tenor, and bass. Sometimes these are divided into first and second within each part, prompting endless jokes about first and second basses. There are also various other parts such as baritone, countertenor, contralto, mezzo soprano, etc., but these are mostly used by people who are either soloists, or belong to some excessively hotshot classical a cappella group (this applies especially to countertenors), or are trying to make excuses for not really fitting into any of the regular voice parts, so we will ignore them for now.

Each voice part sings in a different range, and each one has a very different personality. You may ask, "Why should singing different notes make people act differently?", and indeed this is a mysterious question and has not been adequately studied, especially since scientists who study musicians tend to be musicians themselves and have all the peculiar complexes that go with being tenors, french horn players, timpanists, or whatever. However, this is beside the point; the fact remains that the four voice parts can be easily distinguished, and I will now explain how.

THE SOPRANOS are the ones who sing the highest, and because of this they think they rule the world. They have longer hair, fancier jewelry, and swishier skirts than anyone else, and they consider themselves insulted if they are not allowed to go at least to a high F in every movement of any given piece. When they reach the high notes, they hold them for at least half again as long as the composer and/or conductor requires, and then complain that their throats are killing them and that the composer and conductor are sadists. Sopranos have varied attitudes toward the other sections of the chorus, though they consider all of them inferior. Altos are to sopranos rather like second violins to first violins - nice to harmonize with, but not really necessary.

All sopranos have a secret feeling that the altos could drop out and the piece would sound essentially the same, and they don't understand why anybody would sing in that range in the first place - it's so boring. Tenors, on the other hand, can be very nice to have around; besides their flirtation possibilities (it is a well-known fact that sopranos never flirt with basses), sopranos like to sing duets with tenors because all the tenors are doing is working very hard to sing in a low-to-medium soprano range, while the sopranos are up there in the stratosphere showing off. To sopranos, basses are the scum of the earth - they sing too damn loud, are useless to tune to because they're down in that low, low range - and there has to be something wrong with anyone who sings in the F clef, anyway.

THE ALTOS are the salt of the earth - in their opinion, at least. Altos are unassuming people, who would wear jeans to concerts if they were allowed to. Altos are in a unique position in the chorus in that they are unable to complain about having to sing either very high or very low, and they know that all the other sections think their parts are pitifully easy. But the altos know otherwise. They know that while the sopranos are screeching away on a high A, they are being forced to sing elaborate passages full of sharps and flats and tricks of rhythm, and nobody is noticing because the sopranos are singing too loud (and the basses usually are too). Altos get a deep, secret pleasure out of conspiring together to tune the sopranos flat.

Altos have an innate distrust of tenors, because the tenors sing in almost the same range and think they sound better. They like the basses, and enjoy singing duets with them - the basses just sound like a rumble anyway, and it's the only time the altos can really be heard. Altos' other complaint is that there are always too many of them and so they never get to sing really loud.

THE TENORS are spoiled. That's all there is to it. For one thing, there are never enough of them, and choir directors would rather sell their souls than let a halfway decent tenor quit, while they're always ready to unload a few altos at half price. And then, for some reason, the few tenors there are are always really good - it's one of those annoying facts of life.. So it's no wonder that tenors always get swollen heads - after all, who else can make sopranos swoon? The one thing that can make tenors insecure is the accusation (usually by the basses) that anyone singing that high couldn't possibly be a real man.. In their usual perverse fashion, the tenors never acknowledge this, but just complain louder about the composer being a sadist and making them sing so damn high.

Tenors have a love-hate relationship with the conductor, too, because the conductor is always telling them to sing louder because there are so few of them. No conductor in recorded history has ever asked for less tenor in a forte passage. Tenors feel threatened in some way by all the other sections - the sopranos because they can hit those incredibly high notes; the altos because they have no trouble singing the notes the tenors kill themselves for; and the basses because, although they can't sing anything above an E, they sing it loud enough to drown the tenors out. Of course, the tenors would rather die than admit any of this. It is a little-known fact that tenors move their eyebrows more than anyone else while singing.

THE BASSES sing the lowest of anybody. This basically explains everything. They are solid, dependable people, and have more facial hair than anybody else. The basses feel perpetually unappreciated, but they have a deep conviction that they are actually the most important part (a view endorsed by musicologists, but certainly not by sopranos or tenors), despite the fact that they have the most boring part of anybody and often sing the same note (or in endless fifths) for an entire page. They compensate for this by singing as loudly as they can get away with - most basses are tuba players at heart. Basses are the only section that can regularly complain about how low their part is, and they make horrible faces when trying to hit very low notes.

Basses are charitable people, but their charity does not extend so far as tenors, whom they consider effete poseurs. Basses hate tuning the tenors more than almost anything else. Basses like altos - except when they have duets and the altos get the good part. As for the sopranos, they are simply in an alternate universe which the basses don't understand at all. They can't imagine why anybody would ever want to sing that high and sound that bad when they make mistakes. When a bass makes a mistake, the other three parts will cover him, and he can continue on his merry way, knowing that sometime, somehow, he will end up at the root of the chord.

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how i miss choir and the choir folks!