Arrrr me mateys! What? Too soon?

Recently, for those of you lucky enough to have seen any piece of news material, a large cruise liner went Titanic. But instead of sinking it rolled over on its side a few hundred metres from an island, and 99% of the people on board escaped unharmed. Half the boat however remains under water.

In the news reports that followed, the pushing and shoving etc was widely described as pandemonium, chaos and other similar, yet disastrous adjectives. But due to the proximity to land and sufficient numbers of life boats, few lives were lost.

But I had to have a bit of a chuckle to myself though. There was an interesting tid bit article on one of the trash web sites (news.com.au), about whether 'women and children first' should still apply in this day and age. In a society where it's deemed to be every man for himself (so to speak) wouldn't we then just end up with life boats full of muscly guys who have fought valiantly for their own survival?

Hmmm, I'm all for equality between the sexes. But that one's a thorny issue! Enough said really... But not really.

A few "Lol" worthy points were raised in the comments section.
The ironic observation was made, that on average women are more chubbed up. Therefore, if anyone should have to go in the drink, it should be the girls as they will survive longer in cold water. Guys, with more muscle and higher metabolisms will quickly freeze (a la Leonardo DiCaprio V. Kate Winslett). It made me "lol."

Some optimist also had the cahones to suggest that proportional representation should occur. I'd like to see that get sorted out on a sinking ship though!

Anyway, I'd be interested to hear your thoughts. I'm going to assume we're all modest enough to say that the kids can go first. But does gender equality demand men and women die in equal numbers these days!?

Consider this link maybe

gtg save a life bbl

On occasion I have been known to chat to friends on the internet, or over the telephone in a textual based manner. Having grown up in the PC generation, this occurrence is quite the norm. But in recent years, as my friends have grown up and changed, got jobs etc. I've found that the conversation tends to end slightly differently than it used to. in previous years it would dwindle to nothing, or a pleasant 'gnite' was dropped.

Nowadays though, it just seems to end with "MET call, adios" or "gtg, cat 1" as my friends dash off to save a life. Interesting times. Funny to think that I might get to say that one day...

Anyway, somebody posted the link to this video on the forum for my cohort of med students. I found it interesting, and confronting. But fascinating to see what its like to try save people in a war zone.

War is silly.

Cynicism has left me empty

I've tried quite hard to raise a blog post... but every time I come here I just leave disenchanted, text-box empty.

But since I have managed to put some text to screen, I may as well be self-indulgent and mention that I have passed my exams. Equal top! In as much as a non-graded pass leaves everyone with the same grade!

*Car does massive burn out in the distance* That reminds me of something delicious. I was doing some Christmas shopping with Rohan on Friday night. As we were crossing Rundle street, your sterotypical hoon decided it would be a great time to put the pedal to the metal and gun it, with a huge screech of rubber and engine noise. He sped past us pretty quickly, in his commodore (of course). I caught a glimpse of the large, bald tattooed man and his equally bogan companion as they sped past quite quickly. People, dining on the street (not literally) all stopped and glared angrily. And then, justice! Sitting in the side street between two cafes was a stealthily hidden patrol car with a radar. He was off, lights flashing and pulling the car over straight away. My heart rejoiced! I enjoy seeing idiocy punished. Especially when it drives a commodore.

We then went shopping and had a grand old time. There was a cool band playing in the mall, called 'Jimmy and the Mirrors.' They were the best entertainment I've ever seen in the mall. I especially liked the guy playing the little piano you blow in to. So I purchased the CD. I was saddened to find that the CD version has that chap playing an actual piano though. But the mall music was good, and set the tone for some some equally amusing jewelery shopping experiences. I do enjoy bargaining people down for fun, but I can only do it when it's not money being spent. Weird.

Oh well, here's that band. It's not my favourite song, but it has a video.



The best part is that it wasn't Christmas carols.

I haven't blogged for awhile. And I don't care! I'm in New Zealand, having a break. Something I have not had in a few years. *smile*

Dreading getting back to reality and getting the exam results. I'll blag about it when I get back, but clinical measurement and I did not part on great terms. Very annoying!

However, the beaches here are nice. I walked up mount doom. I caught a hobbit. It's an amazing country.

Some of what I have said is true.

Spent!

A foramen

Far out. Medical students are highly strung! All these people are just stress, stress, stress. All doom and gloom, everyone is complaining they don't know enough! Unusual people to be around! But their stress makes my stress seem less bad...

Meanwhile, I'm wigging out. I hope I know enough not to fail, but there is always a chance!

Tuesday is the practical station exam.
Wednesday the touchy feely law/ethics/epidemiology.
Thursday the written.

I have a bag of jellybeans the size of my head. It's helping.

24x60x60x7 seconds later

Ahhh, this time next week. Not only will it be this time next week, but my exams will be over. Yay! I'm really looking forward to it. I've totally manged to achieve a whole new level of stress already. I have no idea why, I feel like I might be able to drag myself through most of these exams...

I fear I may over-confident though, there's a reason 90% of people failed the exams last year...

Gosh I'm nervous.