Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Trigg is a 25-year-old computer science graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology who has hit upon what he thinks is the way he can do maximum good for the world. He goes to work each day at a high-frequency trading hedge fund. But, instead of spending his ample salary, he lives the life of a graduate student and gives a large chunk of his money away to charity.

David Brooks urges caution on following his train of though and life philosophy.

A short abstract of my favourite parts of where Trigg went wrong according to Brooks:

"First, you might start down this course seeing finance as a convenient means to realize your deepest commitment: fighting malaria. But the brain is a malleable organ. Every time you do an activity, or have a thought, you are changing a piece of yourself into something slightly different than it was before. Every hour you spend with others, you become more like the people around you.

Gradually, you become a different person. If there is a large gap between your daily conduct and your core commitment, you will become more like your daily activities and less attached to your original commitment. You will become more hedge fund, less malaria. There’s nothing wrong with working at a hedge fund, but it’s not the priority you started out with.

If you choose a profession that doesn’t arouse your everyday passion for the sake of serving instead some abstract faraway good, you might end up as a person who values the far over the near. You might become one of those people who loves humanity in general but not the particular humans immediately around. You might end up enlarging the faculties we use to perceive the far — rationality — and eclipsing the faculties we use to interact with those closest around — affection, the capacity for vulnerability and dependence. Instead of seeing yourself as one person deeply embedded in a particular community, you may end up coolly looking across humanity as a detached god.

Third, and most important, I would worry about turning yourself into a means rather than an end. If you go to Wall Street mostly to make money for charity, you may turn yourself into a machine for the redistribution of wealth. You may turn yourself into a fiscal policy."

Oh such a good read!

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/06/04/opinion/brooks-the-way-to-produce-a-person.html?ref=opinion&_r=1&

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Pneumonic for pituitary hormones

Good GirlS Don'T Collapse, Very Often.

Anterior pituitary: GnRH, GHRH, Somatostatin, Dopamine, TRH, CRH. Posterior pituitary: Vasopressin, Oxytocin.

GO ME!!!

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Wednesday, March 20, 2013




Ahhhhh How adorable is this??? *Melts* :)

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Oh my god please stop it already :( The dogs next door have been barking incessantly non-stop for the past 1 hour while I've been trying to study. It's like an alarm clock that has gone off and the snooze button is next door. Woof woof woof GRRRRR.

Friday, November 9, 2012

You know the feeling of walking while carrying a bowl full of soup? The feeling of trying to walk as still as possible to avoid disturbing the fluid too much? That's the exact same feeling I get just before an exam. My brain is filled to the brim with steaming hot knowledge, freshly memorised. And all I want is that there is a table to set it down on before the soup gets cold or is spilt.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

I've got an ant problem in my house recently probably due to the change in season. The ants have been shifting location all over my house randomly and I've been tracking them down. They've chosen the stupidest place today - a path leading from my cupboard into my....... SINK! Hahahaha!-Margs the mighty ant tyrant

Thursday, October 18, 2012

"Don't think zebra before you think horse."

Analogy by clin skills tutor when talking about not thinking about cancer before thinking of UTIs when haematuria is present. Lol!

Sunday, October 14, 2012

BPE is the physical enlargement of the prostate that occurs as the result of the histologic changes of BPH. BPO is BOO in the setting of BPE.

Gee... That's helpful. Thanks.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Typing out my clinical encounter with a 81 year old patient (Mr WW) late at night and having a few thoughts...

I was just typing out the part about this patient's family history and this question struck me: When is it fine for someone to die?

Mr WW's dad passed away when he was 95 and his mum at 97. His dad had diabetes and his mum suffered from a heart problem and arthritis. I was deciding on how to phrase my sentence- did they die with those conditions or from those conditions? And then I decided: it did not matter. They lived till such a ripe old age, they should have died anyway. It did not matter what conditions they had when they were living or what they actually did die off. I should move on with my life.

2 seconds later and after finishing that section of my report, I felt the strangest feeling ever. I could not move on to the other sections. I felt so guilty for being so nonchalant about their deaths! It was as though I had just single handed-ly, in the most god-like fashion, waved my hands and passed the death sentence on these 2 individuals, simply because they had lived for too long. I might as well have killed them when I callously dismissed furthering the thought of 'what killed them?'. It might as well have been society, and our notion of life-expectancy that killed them.

And so I guess, with this acute bolt of my conscience which prompted this entry, my answer to my initial question is: Never. It is never fine for someone to die. And this probably ties in with how I had an inexplicable urge to wish Mr WW well when I left him. I bid him goodbye by wishing that he'll live to a 100 years old.

(And being able to tie in my thoughts and actions into a single unifying theory of what I believe in makes me happy. I think of myself as a sane and normal person whose brain and actions are well-integrated, with consistent thoughts.)