It’s December and like ev-errrrr-y year, it’s the Christmas mood rising once more. Plans for shopping, dinner, holidaying and… GIFTS! Tell me I’ve won a Caribbean getaway and let that be real. Oh please, oh please, oh pretty please?
Anyway, it’s been a long long while that any of my year seen as a materialistic one. So if any of you out there have ever rough and tough times thinking what to wrap up for my xmas (or since I’m not celebrating X-mas, some thing new for the New Year’s perhaps?) gift, do consider one of these:
1) An Oakley’s sunnies
2) A set of wakeboarding gear
3) A new purse
4) A new room (lol)
5) A pair of 2kg’s strap-around-weights (for the new year reso’)
6) A holiday for two to Bali (that’s me and the gift-giver)
7) A real job (seriously)
And.. that’s it. Sheeez. I know it’s unrealistically possible. So, until the end of this year, and I haven’t got any of those, I shall mourn for the lost of….
my hopes. Most desired. In that case, I would have to get myself the 7th wish FIRST, and then I would start granting my own gift-wishes… which, most sadly, would take me four new years’ wishes.
It was the weekend ago that I have been to a workshop organized by the Seremban Hospital’s and Melaka’s Pharmacy Departments. dub dub dub yada yada yada. So till I was there, the objective of the whole workshop was how to create an ideal counter-patient service in the hospital pharmacies. So much had been spoken, so many typical and old-school words. *yawnz*
I realized…
People here seemed to put so much importance on the attire we display but forget alot of the service, manners or even professionalism as a … well, professional. Theoritically, should we be naked underneath the white coats, the health service we provide should be top-class or at least at the peak of our standard, no?
While simple problems should be solved first, funny how they want to make sure the aesthetics come first.
To prevent problems? Nah, one told me before, “Everything here should have a problem. So we are there to solve the problem mar…” *ponders ponders*
A senior once said to me, “you are young and full of energy. Therefore, you’ve so much drive to want to do loads of things to change. One day you’ll be like me, sit down and get used to everything.” Will I? *sheesh*
I’m a confused person since I came back. Cliche- Welcome to the real world. I know… I know… But I did work elsewhere before, haven’t I? Perhaps in four years time, I would want to see what’s others doing elsewhere. Bring it on, baby!
That is not going to be my future intention if I should fail the Pharmacy Forensic Paper today.
But the truth is… the paper busted me this morning. So what if I know what to do and what not to do in name of justice when I am on duty? Apparently ‘impracticallity’ is the norm going on in my homeland, where simply, students and even working professionals like us have to take written tests to justify our profession.
O bugger!
Question:What must we abide to under Poison Regulations ‘52 when supplying any poison?
A. Regulation 9, 11, 12
B. Regulation 9
C. Regulation 12
Me: … *feeling at the most illiterate at that very moment of time*
No, I do not know what’s in the Poison Regulation 9, 11, 12 for all that matters. BUT I do know, should I dispense any poison, there’s a list of things that I should fill onto (that I should not bother boring you with) and should I supply any poison in bulk, there’s another whole list of protocol I should be practicing. Get the picture?
*sigh*
I blame myself this time for not reading the 2 orange books squarely. I blame myself for merely reading those books to know what’s my duty but left off the bullet headings/subheadings.
So who am I to whine and complain? It is NOT a practical exam afterall, ay? Sometimes, people lack of objectives in their daily doings due to lack of practicallity. Sometimes, people strive so hard only to know by the end of the day things don’t make any sense at all. People in general.. or at least i know it happens here.
Alot.
Better attempt next time.
In case anyone wondering how’d I get my own domain, I received it as a gift from my brother. Woot. What do you get from an IT guy? A gift as such. Woot woot. That’s double woot. This new site is gonna be something different from Nobby’s. So… ANYWAY…
This year’s birthday gifts are so koooooL. A domain of my own, a compilation album from muh gurls, a tea collection from a faraway friend, a sun-lover’s soothing derma-therapy, earings, and multiple meal invitations. I love to write, I love reflecting my youthful vanity, i enjoy my everyday cuppa, i worship the sun, I accessorize myself and I eat to live. Ah, my sweet 22nd. I’m lovin’ it.
Meantime life’s a lil’ chaotic. Therefore, havng to multi-task is essential and seems to begin internalizing into me, causing a default skill for me. This week’s gonna take a toll of my soul. GRR. Work, study law, read project papers, write out reports, write up some letters to Pharmaceutical companies, then sleep. Wake up. Copy the previous sentence 7 times and voila - my week to come. After this week, I’m taking my first attempt of my forensic exam. Wish me luck, otherwise… let’s go for tea. A week after next, that is.
… of internet connection
… of healthy cooking
… of yamcha in crowded mamak
… of surfwear
… of chia ming’s entertaining antics
… of weip’s intelligent conversation
… of the convenience of going manic and nobody cares
… of ALOTMORESTUFFs
walao wei. This coming weekend I am supposed to stay in Malacca for my flexi weekend hours. Should be working like donkey this Saturday. Don’t know what’s Sunday gonna be like. Send me a postcard sometime. Can feel so unloved sometimes weiii.
*sobz*
“Gua Nyonya sini - takneh* cakap Cina. Boleh cakap Bahasa Melayu, encik/cik/puan?”
The above sentences were the most used statements when I was asked to cousel patients in wards. Neh. Difficult.
That brings me to say… I’ve started working. No more idling at home. Hurrah.
I am a Miss Nyonya from the 18th September. And, I am probably carrying this status for the next four years. What could be waiting ahead of me for these coming years? *phooh*
What else? what else? what else? Erm… an update for muh people out there.
I got lost in Melaka. Afterthat, I got lost IN the HOSPITAL itself. Thus, I was late to work. That was my first day. *gasp* Seeing me this way, it was obviously I did not make it to find those good food area in the first week. Damn prone to kesesatan ok? Melaka was cruel to me.
Been told not to wear T-shirt material top (no matter even if I bought it from an officewear store). So I wore the typical button-all top, my boobie button kept coming off. Darnit. It ain’t my fault that I did not follow the boobless community. Ask fashion designers of Malaysia why they hadn’t design pieces that suit big-boobers. Ask mommy (or daddy, although I doubt my endowment of such assets came from him. hmmphf). Stop asking me why the hell the buttons keep coming off. Please.
Performed a new trick in the waters after so long. Sweet.
I am gonna go decent from this week onwards. My white coat is sitting in my luggage going to Melaka with me. May my boobs RIP from now onwards. GG.
For all those who are helpful enough to make me a pure(r) Chinese, please traslate these words for me in Mandarin or Hokkien. Thank you.
1. Sit up
2. Inhale/Exhale
3. Chest (now, don’t be nasty here. teehee)
4. Blister
5. Swallow one by one.
Call me. Text me. Visit me. Anything that you think you may help me survive Melaka. Thanks looooooads!
*Apparently the Baba-Nyonya slang that I was taught on…