WORK

i am sorry. this comeback is about my work.

My first month was in DIS (Drug Information Service) whereby i received calls from doctors to answer their doubts. This will involve not the daily conversation but indirectly of a method of conveying messages so that you don't brush too hard on their ego-ness

months after months i will be rotating around different department in a hospital and each department has different uniqueness to it..yet to explore
but i had my dose of Outpatient department, where it's like World War III minus the guns, grenades, and missiles.
It was ewwish and head-banging..

there are times when i doubt whether i suit this job.
times when i see patients worn out half-dead on bed, helpless.
times when i am alive and
the pain of reality hitting hard and cold.
feeling totally helpless after u are done with what u think u could have.

anyway, i know every work has their very own edges to it.
but mine so far is gotta be risking bringing germs back to home, yes, HOME..
i was once in a ward of pneumonia and Tuberculosis patients.
but i went home absent-minded and ate off the table..
so far for my unhygienic habit

edit

i am done with my 2 weeks Enforcement by the time i post this up.

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really sorry for the long long MIA.
it was hard adapting to the new life at new environment despite my nomad lifestyle for the past 20 years.

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i have the cutest friends of all.
and let's airasia "no fuel surcharge".
i have to make my decision to fly within a short span of 30 minutes.
i might be expecting something next year, no?

Dear Diary

first day of work

doing nothing. sitting around. breaking the ice.
but why do i feel so tired after 5?

Monday will be a brand new start
ALL ALONE in a department answering calls from doctors, counseling.
oh, i dread Monday

one month i'll be doing that..

listen. ironic. waiting

sometimes..
it's the hardest thing to do..
yet the most peaceful thing to do

to listen and follow what your own heart desires.

it is the least what we could do just to remind ourself that we are alive and not ur average robots who do chores..

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life is ironic.
i was feeding myself with literature/art materials and..
tomorrow, i will be staring at hundreds of psychotic drugs preparing report for my boss.
and i am doing all that wage-less, yes, i am a volunteer.
ermm..cause i like him much..


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waiting is an agony.
my posting letter.............arghhhhhhhhh~~~
it's entering August and yet i am still at home.

is it ok to cry?!

i am off work..from my part time
while waiting impatiently for my posting..
mixture of anticipation and fear
need to take a break
cant take much longer..
will be off to Singapore next week

i love Atom Boy aka Astro Boy..

things i wanna do before officially start work:
being glutton


so that i can gain enough weight to lose when the "slave period" start


kidnapping him

babies are pure innocent. angelic. harmless. however, too bad, they stay that way for a while. just a while

reviving my childhood memory

i love chibi maruko..i used to come home running from school in Brunei just to catch this..

to write until i drop dead..about anything and everything

i have short memories. i doubt that i have Alzheimer. living in fear that one day the sweetest memories will past me by

to go back to Japan again

been to a few places. but there is nothing like Japan. the skies there just look...better~perhaps the grass is greener on the other side. like a magnet, i am still draw to it.

and visiting the ppl i love so much

things will never be the same. with the Oyama family and ppl i met there.


yes. it is okay to cry. finally.
even over stupid things.
like tears, they are thrown off us.

~What is the source of sadness, but feebleness of the mind? What giveth it power but the want of reason? Rouse thyself to the combat, and she quitteth the field before thou strikest. ~
Akhenaton

halt ur ignorance

working life definitely changes a person.
even though i am just filling in for a part-time position.
i learn and see different things everyday.
some succeed to stay in the warmest spot, some will make any beings wince in disgust.

a doctor (experienced lookalike with old hair, huge specs and stuff) prescribed Xanax/alprazolam, controlled medicine meant for anxiety disorder, he wants it for travel sickness -_- so that he can doze off peacefully throughout the whole journey.
it certainly makes u wonder, if a patient complains of a headache, imagine what he will prescribe.

a father came in today.
asking for antifungal for his 15yo kid undergoing chemotherapy
(which means kiddo has cancer, u fool)
it sets u thinking, what was i doing when i was 15yo.
i didnt even know what is 'pubic hair' back then, alright

a mother came in earlier this morning.
asking medicines for her 23yo boy who met terrible accident that left him paralyze, possibly for the lifetime.
again, 23yo, an age with thousands of dreams waiting..a greedy age
shattered in one day. prolly setting him to rethink n rearrange his life again. prolly, not daring to dream any higher.
23 yo becomes an age of gratitude, for just being alive.

stuff like this definitely give my mind some thinking exercise.
this is the time when i wish human can play "God" for once. coming up with drugs or any solution to save these lives, saving dreams.

p/s:am not breaking ethical in my practice by exposing above details for no names were mentioned, neither did i mentioned specific details.

shooooot

i was called on the spot to be featured in a shoot w the Drug-Lord in Malaysia Tourism,
i acted as a HTN customer.
(note: look out for white skirt n shocking pink gal)
hope it will turn out okay~~

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this saturday night,
as promised,


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my deepest condolence to one of the staff,
and thanks for the meal u prepared yourself for us
may God bless u with enough courage to co-op with the situation u are in right now~


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work is pain in the ass,
strangely,
i am beginning to enjoy bits of it..
my usual lunch

breado breado

muffino..

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"america next top model"-last episode

work is life, life is work

i recently got back on track with this cheapest form of addiction~~
caffein. thanks to the Kordel aunty@ my workplace.


get to see people from all walks of life,
from weirdos to the best of best of their fields.

i worked as a staff,
a staff that are allowed to bombard Drug-Lord with thousands of Q,
being given the special treatments
i never admit myself as druggist~~

i have people that came in and thought that i am just another new staff,
but turn 180 degree once the Drug-Lord informed that i am in his clan.
how materialistic!?
i don't really mind though, cause it happens even to the people i once thought i knew so well.
stupidity really rules..
it gets u to see clearer


the more i work, i think the more health freak i will be

many of my pens and notebooks are all drug-based.
thanks to the sales rep who "bribe" us indirectly~~
my mother uses Pfizer pen to write her 4D number on a Regaine pieces of paper
-_-

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MY LULLABY
i listened to a japanese radio show by one and only particular host.
of course, i recorded it.
his show is usually late at night around 2am (japan time)
i must listen to get to sleep
the DJ

that picture doesn't do him justice. he looks like the Grimm who stole X'mas

same person, different hairstyle.

i don't understand most of it.
but i roughly know overall what he was conveying~
i am learning the language, so listening to his show helps a bit.
his voice is soothing anyway.

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i want i want~~



i love T. my best wear: jeans and T



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mother's day is coming!!
dont bring ur mom to somewhere nice only on that particular day and going around town bragging about it
because it ought to be mother's day EVERYDAY.. and not once a year, u moron!!

on/off

☆the other day☆
i went back to my old pharmacy to get some supplement for Mom
and decided to drop by the pharmacist office
with NO other intention

apparently, my face ooze laziness as instantly he offered me a job.
without even asking..
he is worried about my financial income for the next 3 months.

hence, this is where my supplement shopping spree lead to.
i land myself a part time with nice cool boss.
i am learning from the Drug-Lord so that i can conquer the backstreet one day.


☆the other day☆
i sprained my neck when i attempted superficial poses during yoga class.
my neck hurt like a bitch..