The Kubler Ross Model

Nothing is better than learning through real life experience.

Kaman and I had a nice Sunday lunch. As we sqeezed in the crowded lift as we got up the other floor for food, a young beauty slipped in last. I must say that, the lift was indeed as packed as canned sadin - we could hardly breathe - and yes, the door didn't close.

After few seconds, an ordinarily-impatient voice shouted from the inner cube: "Hey it's overweighted."

Then ten pairs of eyes (including us) looked at the just-entered slim girl - who was in a state of disbelief, with her eyes blinking, trying to squeeze in further.

Another second passed, door remained wide open. She then pointed to Kaman (who was also quite close to the door), stated, "Hey your bag is too close to the door, step back." As always an obedient student, my friend did so, still nothing happened.

Another impatient voice came, "Madam, the red OVERWEIGHT light is on!"

Everyone else looked at the light, and back to the beauty. She hesitated, but still bargaining for spaces, trying to make herself lighter by tip-toeing back and forth. And of course Newton's physics didn't fail for her, and the red light kept shining bright and hot. (And I am sure there are many other red lights shining on the heads behind me, too.)

Finally, she gave up. Stepped out the lift door, she looked back to all of us with her pair of crystal clear eyes - in it we saw a complex mixture of anger and depression.

As soon as the lift door closed - my friend and I grinned, as we have wittnessed the classical 5 stages of grief in the Kubler Ross Model, all within 30 seconds: Denial - Anger - Bargaining - Depression - (and perhaps yet to the final stage: Acceptance).

We drawed a reasonable conclusion, perhaps for some ladies, overweight is equivalent to death. Haha.

Tron - dazzling aura

I had two breathless weeks after coming back to PWH medicine, suddenly things got so tight that hardly could I stop and write, even after the new year arrived.

Despite the packed schedule, I ain't going to miss the time for friends and leisure, especially when your good old friend was back. Joining the high-schoolmate reunion reminds me of a bitter fact - every one else has entered their working field, while the poor medical student is still fighting for his final (err...maybe not) year of study.

But on a second thought it wasn't that bad at all - $75 for a midnight seat for movie - allow you to point and laugh at your friends who paid a whole $100 for the same seat same film, isn't it cool? =]

In the scarcity of choices (watching too much bed and sex scenes as in Love and other drugs or Norwegian Woods may not be a good idea at the start of a year), the Disney classic Tron took it.

Well, yes as all the ads go, the visual graphic effects are perfect, the blue and golden light shoots all over the screen, which are stunningly cool. But I have a serious problem with that 3D-glasses - a bad eye pain and headache while putting on it. I should say - the current 3D technology is still in infantile stage, but each and every filmmaker just can't wait to incorporate it into their products (despite the minimal additional benefit, if not harm), just to expand their boxoffice.

For those who has experience with the 3D glasses, you should realise that they tend to lessen the brightness at a whole. And, that is the problem. Tron is filmed with a tone of dark background to enhance and emphysize the shooting digital lines; at some seconds, I almost lost the focus to the motion, and what remains were zigzag dazzling visual aura + serious global headache (luckily not unilateral) - secondary atypical migraine.

How I wish I could enjoy the newyear film, but sadly, my headache lasts till the end.