tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211411012024-03-07T18:24:33.045-08:00I blOg!!~~~LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-29868693164460258382009-08-18T23:28:00.000-07:002009-08-18T09:05:47.547-07:00Pharmacist can be very fierce, too. Haha..<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sunday nite. Was busy dispensing when I received TDM blood samples for Gentamicin. Called up the Doctor in-charged to confirm some details.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>Pharmacist (P):</strong> Good evening Dr. This is from pharmacy. I just received a Gentamicin TDM sample of patient XXX from you. May I know the date when Gentamicin was started, the dose, and the dosing interval? They are not written in the form.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Doctor (D):</strong> Har? I dun remember lar.. Hehe.. Yesterday got one pharmacist asked me to repeat TDM so I just repeat lor...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>P:</strong> Ah? Which pharmacist was that?</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong>D:</strong> Erm.. I dun remember lar.. Hmm.. Wait, I think the patient started Gentamicin 4 days ago.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>P:</strong> 4 days ago?? Gentamicin treatment period is usually for 5 days only, right? That means the patient would be off Genta tomorrow. Why would u wanna repeat TDM? Moreover, now that our TDM machine has broken down, we have to send the samples to JB. By the time we receive the result, patient might be off Genta already...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong>D:</strong> I dunno lar.. Pharmacist asked me to repeat so I just repeat lor..</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>P:</strong> Hmm.. Or is there any reason that u might wanna prolong the treatment period? How's the patient's condition?</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong>D:</strong> Actually the patient was already discharged this morning lah...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>P:</strong> <span style="font-size:180%;">!!!!!</span> Har??!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong>D:</strong> Yeah.. Cause he was initially diagnosed with Endocarditis, but upon reviewing his ECHO, we thought it was unlikely Endocarditis. Most probably just viral fever so we off the Genta and discharged him this morning..</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>P:</strong> Then why did u send his blood samples for TDM since he was already discharged??!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong>D:</strong> I dunno!! Pharmacist asked to repeat one mah!!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>P:</strong> Dr, next time if patient is already discharged, DON'T send samples for TDM anymore, ok?! There's no point!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong>D:</strong> Ok ok...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(-__________-"') Don't just follow instructions, use ur brain to think lah... Dots...</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-62730817468684045432009-07-27T20:02:00.000-07:002009-07-27T05:02:37.958-07:00tHe liL' PrINcESs eNJoYs t@LkINg To heR aHmA =)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22AcuVHU4VhRkjrPLZy87nE9ZQMPfWBiGKjRGdf1Nn2xfs_7UXuQK7_913n7AeTiVnBOsFszwDjHCsXjHhRyPG1Dbw9rd45_BesKu4Hp1yb26U6BRCOONZUmCHhuHBbTqjoHa/s1600-h/6609_250856150472_909180472_8069680_7426243_n.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363107768492733170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22AcuVHU4VhRkjrPLZy87nE9ZQMPfWBiGKjRGdf1Nn2xfs_7UXuQK7_913n7AeTiVnBOsFszwDjHCsXjHhRyPG1Dbw9rd45_BesKu4Hp1yb26U6BRCOONZUmCHhuHBbTqjoHa/s400/6609_250856150472_909180472_8069680_7426243_n.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Aww... Her angelic smile simply brightens up my day.. <3</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-90929731852220326952009-07-15T01:36:00.000-07:002009-07-14T11:33:11.859-07:00Alive, once again =P<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">MIA for 2 months this time.. =P<br /><br />Lack of blogging material lah.. unless u wanna read about my everyday boring routine or my wuliao research lah.. Yeah.. that's my life.. How sad... XP<br /><br />ANYWAY, I went KL to visit my bro last weekend!!<br /><br />It was a sudden decision. All because my aunt wanted to pass some stuffs to my cousin so she asked if my parents and I would like to carpool. Of course we accepted her offer gladly.<br /><br />We started journey on Saturday morning, put a night in KL, and then drove all the way back to BP again on Sunday evening. It was a short but pleasant stay.. =)<br /><br />Bro brought us for Korean BBQ dinner at a shopping complex named NZX (Niu Zhe Xui) near his housing area. We went jalan-jalan in the complex upon finishing dinner <span style="font-size:78%;">for our tummies were bulging out so much so that it was difficult for us to squeeze back into the car right away</span>. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That was when I saw this!!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358375449759755794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj18hFs1ijvNWvhqeGhWSaUtR-g6VgUCOy_aw_5spItkZbrKhOFdmurG-9NA0u_sV_uB4-D_l00MIx2IyN94mGSrLggWR__p5RIaei3FOKFuJBMC887lWVhtDKRyMuHpltvS-QP/s400/DSC07853.JPG" /></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Fullhouse Lifestyle Store and Cafe!! Kindly ignore passerby A, B & C.. XD</span></div><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I had already heard all good comments about this concept shop when Kah Yee's birthday celebration was held there but I never knew about its exact location. Super beria-ia wanna try loh!! Bro somemore said it's not bad... Ok lah... Set!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So under my persuasion, we had lunch there the next afternoon. Kaka...</span><br /><br /></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358375450688525170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0c_VvKzYD3jU5onkANQLo0QRqyu5_P6pOj7R1v_kIA-Ayer4zGqsONX-NxSlK05TyNHll2yOBwTmWxTzdyLnfTtHkUPJCoxlldU02UuGpDaVsAdMg-H_r_BxdCbHTDhlEOJz_/s400/DSC07825.JPG" /></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The menu. So cute so unique!! Like a story book!! They even took note of small detail like the barcode. </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Bro said the menu was different from its previous version. Well, I tak tau~ =P</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3PrjjM_zOuwpf6RsNZYkiX7ouAgGHhyphenhyphend-rIGyUp7Ikq9zTFz8dzhMWYyo1ARNtKQ7Suh7vYMX9ER5IK7IUc8dMmkiCeo4IGxSBZu1CpjtYqcRCOYaHs1NOfZxUNyxTmD2iYv/s1600-h/DSC07827.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358376598174952226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3PrjjM_zOuwpf6RsNZYkiX7ouAgGHhyphenhyphend-rIGyUp7Ikq9zTFz8dzhMWYyo1ARNtKQ7Suh7vYMX9ER5IK7IUc8dMmkiCeo4IGxSBZu1CpjtYqcRCOYaHs1NOfZxUNyxTmD2iYv/s400/DSC07827.JPG" /></span></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The interior</span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3sF_dTpK4Ny4Ehx9OyrhkUlkhwPabVEeABHQU7CWv-tOvtcP_ixEsaedV1Or7agN9rqrKb6_xb29xiESS1AMQn-k5x7QVk5qpp5NeVJya1OxZCe60xIL19jrPM80e_BfNhVER/s1600-h/DSC07826.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358376606728818130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3sF_dTpK4Ny4Ehx9OyrhkUlkhwPabVEeABHQU7CWv-tOvtcP_ixEsaedV1Or7agN9rqrKb6_xb29xiESS1AMQn-k5x7QVk5qpp5NeVJya1OxZCe60xIL19jrPM80e_BfNhVER/s400/DSC07826.JPG" /></span></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The merchandise</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The set lunch was quite value for money. 4 sets to choose from, each consisted of 1 soup of the day, 1 beverage, 1 main course, and 1 dessert. The price ranged from around RM16-18. Three of us took the set lunch while the other two ordered from the ala carte menu.</span><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGfOYJLyWGGA4TriA9jpl6flSZRLFN6Ndl9Ivr9pafeoJbEW9Sb5rCW4kcxLKpmIHsgiB6xrdclvch88F867LZDA9I71tNRPRCg-_8DIAPP_vs-hZNhc__EOJKPHYMD3Dmhyphenhyphenn/s1600-h/DSC_0184.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358375459287961010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGfOYJLyWGGA4TriA9jpl6flSZRLFN6Ndl9Ivr9pafeoJbEW9Sb5rCW4kcxLKpmIHsgiB6xrdclvch88F867LZDA9I71tNRPRCg-_8DIAPP_vs-hZNhc__EOJKPHYMD3Dmhyphenhyphenn/s400/DSC_0184.jpg" /></span></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Mushroom soup!! Super creamy, thick, and rich in mushroom taste!! MUST TRY!!!</span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDpcU0sRfFTVkacPZBXE52UJ6xcr3VfE9Z2I5iQeihVMxGt3hALHI0k51J70m-NjL_mmtvlPH4rSFeXmWqy85uLpswCUX3ipx3OPQi0Gk2GYE5qXDtQ2tRNRFCR9VZnKhTtMkE/s1600-h/DSC07833.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358375464193735986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDpcU0sRfFTVkacPZBXE52UJ6xcr3VfE9Z2I5iQeihVMxGt3hALHI0k51J70m-NjL_mmtvlPH4rSFeXmWqy85uLpswCUX3ipx3OPQi0Gk2GYE5qXDtQ2tRNRFCR9VZnKhTtMkE/s400/DSC07833.JPG" /></span></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My ala carte Wasabi fish fillet. Besides the dipping sauce, there was nothing else wasabi about it...</span><br /><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSsUWAaBEZFhjQvnxFfoSzPNvXokdssqZg3hNFLvPdQOnYZBWHTvW7POJ8Q5j1h5Rzg2B2nnY92rU1L5syKZbOLhU-QjBe1YwAvnEUn8FRpZnM4WVXWimPsVewMJYdMqoXeZEg/s1600-h/DSC_0187.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358375474530094242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSsUWAaBEZFhjQvnxFfoSzPNvXokdssqZg3hNFLvPdQOnYZBWHTvW7POJ8Q5j1h5Rzg2B2nnY92rU1L5syKZbOLhU-QjBe1YwAvnEUn8FRpZnM4WVXWimPsVewMJYdMqoXeZEg/s400/DSC_0187.jpg" /></span></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Mum's ala carte dish.. Baked fish cooked in raspberry & fruity sauce. Yummilicious!!~</span></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiv54rrKmfORa9Ev8lFj2a356NivRwTIkxteoTuJkJB000E7iwAfYJzEYf1ktEb0emeMNCGKXQ02gVrzi60dHzMNzJV18Krs62lTUv1q6yQhhZBc3tGBQsFlAfvfBuTX6YJr8L/s1600-h/DSC_0185.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358376612654495554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiv54rrKmfORa9Ev8lFj2a356NivRwTIkxteoTuJkJB000E7iwAfYJzEYf1ktEb0emeMNCGKXQ02gVrzi60dHzMNzJV18Krs62lTUv1q6yQhhZBc3tGBQsFlAfvfBuTX6YJr8L/s400/DSC_0185.jpg" /></span></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Bro's gf and my dad ordered the same thing, wok-sear chicken chop set lunch.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Signature dish of the shop. Another MUST TRY!!</span></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeDAfXr0rzfqgYOByizSRKEPBz2MlV9ulWAKqwPIVVRpUG-9Rj_B5pvJiH5EgKYrPf741NtvLRGLf4Gf7mAx9NzWNUhrYLsC2yAZoXTu8AwCEmFqOWb-i9xM4ghQl_RHs_Ha4S/s1600-h/DSC07842.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358376621149226514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeDAfXr0rzfqgYOByizSRKEPBz2MlV9ulWAKqwPIVVRpUG-9Rj_B5pvJiH5EgKYrPf741NtvLRGLf4Gf7mAx9NzWNUhrYLsC2yAZoXTu8AwCEmFqOWb-i9xM4ghQl_RHs_Ha4S/s400/DSC07842.JPG" /></span></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Bro's set lunch. Baked fish cooked in some-kinda-sauce. Can't recall liao lah... The taste was superb though!!</span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-WjdUxQAYM21Gamxvjgx-fESXZaT9quqMoeFRPYjdUStDkCcP7vxHxUPjgF4ZGTYOIN8ezjeangzhjPsUp1i7VjsfSU9USzxZPHpvex2hNJfcGigFt7aemP1Cvo8trDIVHzw/s1600-h/DSC_0189.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358376625264691234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR-WjdUxQAYM21Gamxvjgx-fESXZaT9quqMoeFRPYjdUStDkCcP7vxHxUPjgF4ZGTYOIN8ezjeangzhjPsUp1i7VjsfSU9USzxZPHpvex2hNJfcGigFt7aemP1Cvo8trDIVHzw/s400/DSC_0189.jpg" /></span></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The desserts.. Chocolate mousse and lemon cakes.. Tasted so-so only...</span><br /><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRM_ruv6Hk42dWXx5VnaVxSYl1DrKqX-N8L4-knyqJ-71f2br9Yyx_Jo6jWtgFZVYiKbT52PcHwhzORUs_Sgshyphenhyphen_Mzy5HT6ExpHqJhTKFoESk5UKZMDqxKQHfTdeKNxSbu4gG/s1600-h/IMG_0562.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358377018356584370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRM_ruv6Hk42dWXx5VnaVxSYl1DrKqX-N8L4-knyqJ-71f2br9Yyx_Jo6jWtgFZVYiKbT52PcHwhzORUs_Sgshyphenhyphen_Mzy5HT6ExpHqJhTKFoESk5UKZMDqxKQHfTdeKNxSbu4gG/s400/IMG_0562.JPG" /></span></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">That's my car!! Yeah, I wish... XD</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Overall, the food, the ambience, and the service provided were all above averaged. Prices are rather affordable, too. Definitely worth a second visit ;)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div></div></div></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-63875446615425035592009-05-17T10:33:00.000-07:002009-05-17T00:33:16.761-07:00tHe liL' PrINcESs!! 2 :D<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEien1h6Ggg8wOKQSp-LcFhNAdYcaSUzXVBdHwmHQmpYSPJ8_7T_4Y5d_hckfOpNm8yBfFTo-W11VoZyUMU1zxk8ByOkBjna-vJqHBre_U0bzXH_MdPJcowEYgpt0T5LPEIZfVTM/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336618872917176626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEien1h6Ggg8wOKQSp-LcFhNAdYcaSUzXVBdHwmHQmpYSPJ8_7T_4Y5d_hckfOpNm8yBfFTo-W11VoZyUMU1zxk8ByOkBjna-vJqHBre_U0bzXH_MdPJcowEYgpt0T5LPEIZfVTM/s400/IMG_0417.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The happy mum with the tears of joy... Aww...</span><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrkdWJtJZb_UDyKIzYHj1JN5A7tbLeJR3_oIt2GQ-ar5OaFKzhW-0z5diceqCGHmUPFgXB9qLUI-AVvxXSU_8c6l6ouAMtlccpDdBIJKViSh0DHod-h7ojmxqK2XnOvwSK2h3/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336618875207859938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZrkdWJtJZb_UDyKIzYHj1JN5A7tbLeJR3_oIt2GQ-ar5OaFKzhW-0z5diceqCGHmUPFgXB9qLUI-AVvxXSU_8c6l6ouAMtlccpDdBIJKViSh0DHod-h7ojmxqK2XnOvwSK2h3/s400/IMG_0078.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The proud dad</span><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SPb1BgwBOR0oNjPMEqzbRCIDelNMQF0OBKWuKL9KXGiKitnt5W6SohxP5WasBCf_8xMdxxxpPGnITA1vxJd4RH5R5wk1m9dr73jU8g4RsGngwKfIXk3yIKXlFMHGdPqts2A-/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336618877140653458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SPb1BgwBOR0oNjPMEqzbRCIDelNMQF0OBKWuKL9KXGiKitnt5W6SohxP5WasBCf_8xMdxxxpPGnITA1vxJd4RH5R5wk1m9dr73jU8g4RsGngwKfIXk3yIKXlFMHGdPqts2A-/s400/IMG_0076.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Just taken out of the labour room.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Hadn't bathed yet but she already opened her eyes!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Isn't she beautiful? :D</span><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-LydvOfhWcQ2KhqdKxVScdcPPgFhARNOobN5wfBPV0nLgsAMsRvQQufwcGKxWsFgiIkAQWGHXF_AHrYH08tFZLLmkXtstTULBFYFc1NMw-y-lb1iSf5InnbFK4-CAiEHWHS-/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336618885238475378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-LydvOfhWcQ2KhqdKxVScdcPPgFhARNOobN5wfBPV0nLgsAMsRvQQufwcGKxWsFgiIkAQWGHXF_AHrYH08tFZLLmkXtstTULBFYFc1NMw-y-lb1iSf5InnbFK4-CAiEHWHS-/s400/IMG_0418.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">So curious!! Looking at the camera!! Smart gal!! :)</span><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcUI28AxekyUvkMgo0W019m_vgMlvrJavL10UPpkjymkfep8uSpL9PASXQvkf1MeRFIgWH5FqEH7jYowqwPQnKk_UG3XiT5ngBZqzZmF6ygamFK0W3N_S_9Yi5rPAtToq_NPk/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336618883027976946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJcUI28AxekyUvkMgo0W019m_vgMlvrJavL10UPpkjymkfep8uSpL9PASXQvkf1MeRFIgWH5FqEH7jYowqwPQnKk_UG3XiT5ngBZqzZmF6ygamFK0W3N_S_9Yi5rPAtToq_NPk/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">Bathed liao... Looking fresh!! Chubby chubby pinkish pinkish.. :D</span><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8SpVZ1lXv-WwBaG8RZVTAUt9LGF3y3ASepthsvsCX5OGncU4LXnzYMtk_K0P5G_TgY19oqQVfRhFyq7JINYDmyFjdggLS4ZAGHlS2yYHXS96WnUx5tcxexRJmgpw9wZYsybH9/s1600-h/IMG_0439.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336619950167433378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8SpVZ1lXv-WwBaG8RZVTAUt9LGF3y3ASepthsvsCX5OGncU4LXnzYMtk_K0P5G_TgY19oqQVfRhFyq7JINYDmyFjdggLS4ZAGHlS2yYHXS96WnUx5tcxexRJmgpw9wZYsybH9/s400/IMG_0439.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Already knew how to hold mommy's fingers on her first day of life!! Aww... <3</span><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvTcvFtzcY_w7abyN86sqW243cnfgygLk8BFtloV7NHphyn2OVNS17jhNXsbriLkPxQUyZ1U44q8eff3kpjacZd5ZvFSdX4R_2GIt-1esgnb-2ITYCKM3VK2a_IyNfKp6Wu5hi/s1600-h/DSC07735.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336619952485625234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvTcvFtzcY_w7abyN86sqW243cnfgygLk8BFtloV7NHphyn2OVNS17jhNXsbriLkPxQUyZ1U44q8eff3kpjacZd5ZvFSdX4R_2GIt-1esgnb-2ITYCKM3VK2a_IyNfKp6Wu5hi/s400/DSC07735.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">See? She's smiling!! Sorry the pic was abit blurry.. My hands were shaky.. :p</span><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSR0fzzhgnuyldBhD1ENbgxObvns8s8mddqy6WzhlHUpAANRacV46myZucdU9hNUBFNoip7cVRWsutWe7C-ChD21xPjyLjQ4aZIR7lpBumzMAL79Ub7L7i1p-IfnSkASCSCwI/s1600-h/DSC07737.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336619953355861890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSR0fzzhgnuyldBhD1ENbgxObvns8s8mddqy6WzhlHUpAANRacV46myZucdU9hNUBFNoip7cVRWsutWe7C-ChD21xPjyLjQ4aZIR7lpBumzMAL79Ub7L7i1p-IfnSkASCSCwI/s400/DSC07737.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">Lil' cutie!! Beautiful gal~ <33</span><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhSh9ybS6loMJMlr3RsL25SCvvKyDnC_1yMHcsuu7smxhKSiKgoMgW8dzBaMYOmvYjjNGOFrWcIlOuulBaVbls7hwNKVkhtZ40HD6jYjKQQCoa0ojxVqoRWNLAHp5qg7Oh5iM/s1600-h/DSC07739.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336619955515844562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivhSh9ybS6loMJMlr3RsL25SCvvKyDnC_1yMHcsuu7smxhKSiKgoMgW8dzBaMYOmvYjjNGOFrWcIlOuulBaVbls7hwNKVkhtZ40HD6jYjKQQCoa0ojxVqoRWNLAHp5qg7Oh5iM/s400/DSC07739.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">2nd day of life :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Who do u think she resembles more? Daddy or mommy? :)</span><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dear Isabelle, welcome to this world of wonders...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Love u so much!! <33</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-61643682373124116472009-05-14T17:22:00.000-07:002009-05-14T02:23:05.297-07:00tHe liL' PrINcESs!! :D<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sis gave birth to my baby niece today!!!!! She's SOOOOO (multiply by infinity) <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">C.U.T.E</span></strong>!!!!!! ^O^</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Will update again soon.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happy!!~ :D</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-33184543547482965412009-04-19T23:43:00.000-07:002009-04-19T18:35:29.707-07:00Totally eerie~<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Despite all the dramatic moments on the Friday of 03/04, I was on-call at the A&E pharmacy on the following Saturday and Sunday, from 12a.m. to 8a.m. Completed the report for incident-reporting during my Saturday shift. Grrrrr...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then on Sunday night, I was on-call with Mr. Z. He asked me about the incident, which I told him in detail since there were very few patients that night. He advised me with some words of wisdom based on his years of experience as a PPF. They all made very much sense to me. One of which that stroke me deeply was the importance of <strong><span style="color:#996633;">keeping all objects with sharp edge(s) under the counter</span></strong>, away from the sight of all patients, to avoid the possibility of them being suddenly grasped and used as a weapon against us. While saying so, he kept aside the scissors on the counter. He insisted that he was not being paranoid because anything could happen at an open-counter pharmacy, especially in the middle of the night, with the Jaga dozing off...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Honestly, I was a wee bit scared, probably due to the way he was putting it.. In fact, I must admit that was a bit paranoid. Around 130a.m., a Malay guy in T-shirt, pants, and slippers (quite big in size, not very tidy) came <strong><span style="color:#6666cc;">wandering</span></strong> about at the pharmacy, but he had no Rx and did not ask for any medication. I was all alone at that time. Mr. Z had gone to the satelite pharmacy upstair to handle some indents from the wards. The Malay guy then sat down quietly at the waiting area, sambil watching TV sambil <strong><span style="color:#003333;">eyeing my laptop</span></strong> from time to time. I didn't know what he was up to. So I just observed him at the corner of my eyes. Then suddenly he stood up and walked straight to my direction.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was like "OMG, shit shit shit... What's he gonna do?" (All the scary stories Mr. Z told me started flashing through my mind)</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then he <span style="color:#000000;">leaned forward</span> at and looked over the counter (with me gripping my laptop dead tight with both my hands), trying to see what I was doing with my laptop. Then he asked, "Laptop baru eh?" In an attemp to defend my darling Dong Dong from being snatched, I answered, "Tak lah.. Sudah laaaaaaaaaama.." With his eyes locking on my laptop, he pursued, "Ni model Toshiba eh?" I answered, "Yeah..." *Go away go away lah! Why are u still here?!*</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As I was freaking out, he introduced himself. Oooooh... Rupa-rupanya he was the HO on-call from the medical ward lah... Ah cheh!! He's a friend of my colleague. Came over just to have a short chat with another soul on-call since he was so damn bored. Darn! Wore until so chin-chai!! Not my fault my brain couldn't relate his appearance to his occupation loh.. Duh!! Hahaha.. sorry ya!! =P</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I laughed at myself for my overreaction when he left. Decided not to let Mr. Z's stories freak me out and so I started to relax, watching V for Vendetta (u don't have to remind me of the fact that I'm outdated enough to live in the jungle) while waiting for the night to pass.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was 4a.m. and I was close to dozing off when I heard footsteps approaching. Next thing I saw was a slightly plump woman in yellow-coloured tudung walking towards my direction. She was not in traditional Malay costume. Instead, she was wearing a blouse and a long skirt. I couldn't tell if she was a Malay for the lighting was dim and the tudung covered almost half of her face.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then, she was right in front of me. The thick <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">red</span></strong>-coloured lipgloss looked way too familiar... And the face! And the voice as she spoke,</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Xiao jie, wo gei gou yao dao jiao! Wo yao na yao gao!" while pushing her Rx and appointment book towards me.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Walao eh!! Confirmed 100% she was the <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">PSY aunty who slapped me just 2 days ago</span> loh!!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My immediate reaction was to slam my Dong Dong shut and push myself away from the counter, albeit in the most natural way I could manage so as not to provoke her once again. I could totally feel my adrenaline rush as my heart went "pip pok pip pok" in my chest. I was wondering if she'd recognize me and call me slut and slap me on the face yet another time, but it seemed like she didn't remember a single bit about my "affair with the ah ji ah cho doctor" and the shiok-ness of slapping my left cheek.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Luckily Mr. Z was with me. In fact, he was still upstair in the satelite pharmacy 5 minutes before the PSY aunty arrived loh. He came back just in time to save my @ss.. So I mouthed to Mr. Z quietly,</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"She was the one who slapped me the other day!"</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mr. Z got it immediately and became fully alert as well. Honestly, he was damn <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;">MAN</span></strong> at that moment loh. He stood up to take over my place and told me to just stand behind him and be very careful. I obeyed like a frightened kitten. Honestly, I was a bit scared.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mr. Z took the Rx from the PSY aunty and looked. T. Multivitamin 1/1 od X 1/52. Obviously the doctor simply prescribed something to satisfy her. And obviously, no dog was unlucky enough to have bitten her leg. Mr. Z quickly dispensed the 7 biji of MVT to her. When Mr. Z called out her name, she somemore corrected Mr. Z saying that she was DBC, not ABC. Walao eh, confirmed this aunty Schizo one loh! I saw her IC before. Unless both my eyes have got glaucoma, I am 102% sure that her name is ABC loh..</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That aunty was not satisfied with the MVT. She kept leaning over the counter to point at the cream/ointment compartment, insisting that she was just bitten by the dog and that we must give her one of those. Mr. Z told her Doctor didn't prescribe anything of that sort to her and asked her to leave. She took her MVT and walked away for about 5 steps then turned around and returned to the counter again to start telling stories about her neighbour lah, her brother lah, her children lah, and the list goes on. This time, Mr. Z raised his voice, and told her sternly to leave <strong>NOW</strong>. She hesitated then continued rambling for awhile and finally left... What a huge relief to both me and Mr. Z. Phew...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Darn eerie loh!! I never expect seeing PSY patient at 4 o'clock in the morning loh!! Not to mention one who had just slapped me 2 days ago!! Did I like <span style="color:#663333;"><strong>step on dog shit </strong></span>ah? Why so sueh one har? Oh well, from another point of view, I actually found it a good thing that I was the one on-call that day. Imagine what could happen if the one on-call were to be someone who were completely clueless of her aggressive behaviour... Open-counter is really quite dangerous lah.. Hmm.. I still wonder how that PSY aunty got to the hosp in the middle of the night... Did she like drive? Or walked all the way there? (> <")</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last Thursday, I thought I was going to kena again from a SPUB uncle from JB. Lets call him <span style="color:#336666;"><strong>The Bodoh One</strong></span> (TBO for short) from this point onwards. So, TBO came with this Rx that includes Mensa Cream. Found out from FRP that we have no Mensa Cream and we usually substitute with LMS cream. I happened to be the lucky one to dispense TBO's medicine. The LMS cream was pre-packed into a cream container. I held up the LMS cream and told him politely, "Ini ubat sapu untuk tempat yang sakit ya.."</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">He interrupted, "EH!! Ini bukan lah!! Saya biasanya guna <span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>tiub biru</strong></span> punya! Pakai ni tak ada effect lah! Saya nak jenis tiub biru tu!"</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ok. The content in the blue tube was LMS cream also lor! That was last month's stock. We only had few batang left so we gave them all out before starting to supply the pre-packed LMS Cream in the small cream container loh. Seemed like he was one of the "lucky" one (unlucky for me though) to receive the blue tube LMS cream. Now that the blue tube type had finished, he thought I could melahirkan one for him meh? So I tried to talk him around, explaining to him that the contents are the same.<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But this TBO, having the illusion that he himself is THE pharmacist in this situation, raised his voice and said " <strong><span style="color:#993399;">Awak jangan <span style="font-size:130%;">TIPU</span> saya!</span></strong> Ni dua mana sama?! Saya tau! Saya nak jenis tiub biru tu! <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Awak jangan TIPU saya!!</span></strong>"</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Walao eh! I paling benci patients say I lie to them one loh, WTF!! What for I lie to u?! U think by lying and providing u cheap medicine I can gain anything from the F-ing tax u paid to the gov ah? Damn it!!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nvm, I tahan. Call it the placebo effect or whatever glamour sh*t terms u want. So I told him I'd check if there is any blue tube LMS cream left that I could replace his LMS cream in the small cream container with. So, I went into the filling area and asked out loud to everyone there," Patient nak LMS cream jenis tiub biru tu. Kita masih ada stok tak?" to which the FRPs and PPFs answered, "Kenapa? Tak ada lagi lah! Kasi tau dia itu LMS cream kita <em><span style="color:#000000;">picit keluar</span></em> daripada tiub biru punya. Kita dah tak ada jenis tiub biru itu lagi lah!"</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And so I obeyed. To his disbelief, TBO got angry, "Tak mungkin lah! <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;">Away jangan TIPU saya!!</span></strong> Awak cakap tak ada kan? Tak apa. Saya pergi <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">COMPLAIN KEPADA PENGARAH AWAK!!</span></strong>"</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At this point, one of the PPF came out to the counter and repeated the same story. TBO was still not convinced and kept claiming that he'd go complain to the Pengarah if we didn't provide him what he wanted. So PPF said there might be some left and she'd go check the stock for TBO, thus leaving me and TBO at the counter.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">About 2 mins later, PPF came out with one blue tube LMS cream in her hand!!! She then <em>dispensed</em> it to TBO!!!!!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OK. I must say, in this situation, I really couldn't agree with what the PPF had done. I know this saved us the trouble of answering a complain lodged by TBO, but come on, because of this I could be labelled a <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><em>LIAR</em></span></strong> from now on, ok?! Hey, if u told me there is none left, that's exactly what u should have told the patient as well what! Be firm with ur stand!! If there were some stocks, u should have told me so and move ur lazy @ss to get one out for me earlier!!! Instead of getting it out only as TBO threatened to complain while I was trying hard to explain to him that I wasn't lying and there really wasn't any left!! Imagine how ur reaction embarassed me in front of him and other patients!! Why made me lie when I didn't have such intention?! Walao eh... To hell with "<em>Jangan TIPU saya!</em>" Damn it!! </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Speaking of complain, 2 days ago there was this uncle who came to our hosp for <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Moduretic</strong></span>. Let's call him the Moduretic Uncle then. Well, our hosp had run out of Moduretic since 100yrs ago. We placed the order like 200 yrs ago dy, but until now we haven't heard of any news yet. Maybe the company needs to import Moduretic from Mars that's why it's been taking so long. We already informed all the Klinik Kesihatan to stop sending patients to our hosp for Moduretic liao, but none seems to understand human language. So, this Moduretic Uncle was directed from one of the Klinik to our hosp for his Moduretic.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Upon screening his Rx, I informed Moduretic Uncle politely (with the friendliest smile) that our hosp had run out of that medicine as well and what I could do for him was to take down his phone number and to call to inform him when the medicine arrives. I wonder if Moduretic Uncle suffered from hyperthyroidism for he somehow got very irritated by my statement.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"What? No medicine again? What is this? Har? U know how many times I travelled to and fro already ah? 4 times already, ok! Last time also like that! What are u all doing, man?!"</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Uncle, u see, this has happened for quite some time already. See, so many other patients are not getting the medicine as well. We already placed the order, but the company hasn't sent us the medicine yet..."</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">NO!!</span></strong> U cannot say so!! Do u know this is a medicine for high blood pressure? *<em>DUH!! Abu then?? U think my degree fake one ah??</em>* No medicine ppl can die one u know?? Do u know how dangerous this is?!! How can ur hosp be like that? I think I am going to <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">write to the newspaper</span></strong> to expose this!!! What la u ppl?!!"</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was a bit beh song already, but I tried to tahan. "Yes yes Uncle, I know. We're trying our best. Maybe u can go to the pharmacy outside and get a few tablets to hang on first. It's not very expensive. We will inform u once we have got the medicine. We're trying our best here..."</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">NO!!</span></strong> That is <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">NOT</span></strong> the case!! It's <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">NOT</span></strong> about buying or not, it's about ur lousy system!! I am going to <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">write to Liow Tiong Lai</span></strong> to <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">complain</span></strong> about this!!!"</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My blood temperature raised to the boiling point. If being accused for lying is one thing I hate most, being threatened by patient who thinks complaining could solve all the F-ing problems comes in second. I seriously felt like shouting, "<em><span style="color:#000000;">Like I care?!! Wanna complain go complain lah!! I don't give a damn!! Go complain also wont get u ur medicine loh!! My own uncle is not getting the medicine as well loh, ok?!</span></em>"</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Luckily one FRP came out just in time to take over so I didn't have to reason with that Moduretic Uncle anymore. I just sat aside to listen to the pointless argument. Finally Moduretic Uncle realized he was just wasting everybody's time so he made us took down his phone number before leaving. As I was doing so, he reiterated the point that he was going to complain to Liow Tiong Lai (like our Health Minister was his best fren like that). I really tak boleh tahan dy so I <em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>sengih</strong></span></em> in return. Think he realized I was quite beh song dy, so he finally said something human-ish.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"I'm not complaining about u. It's the system. Liow Tiong Lai should know about it."</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My anger simmered abit, but still, I kept quiet. I gave him a polite smile though. Moduretic Uncle then left.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sigh.. I never knew dealing with angry patient is part of a pharmacist's daily routine as well. Teacher never teach in school leh..</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Haiyo.. Uncle Aunty oh.. Would u stop threatening us with all ur complaints? Do u think we would be intimidated and reply,"<em>Oh, sorry sorry!! Pls don't complain!! Pls, I beg of u!! I'll go get u the medicine now. Sorry!!</em>"? No lo.. What makes u think we'd simpan the medicines and prevent u all from accessing them? It's not like the longer we simpan the medicines the more would turn into golden bars loh... Of course u have all the rights to complain if we behave like some stuck up bitches or if we never take any reasonable steps to solve the problems. But when we have apologized sincerely and explained how hard we have tried to provide u a quality healthcare service, could u pls at least be more polite to us? Think twice, before u react, ok?</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And to a certain group of Doctors, when u make mistakes, we informed u in a humble way just to ensure that u won't cause <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;">DEATH</span></strong>. Pls don't be <em>oversensitive</em> and <em>overreact</em> like we are trying to make fun of u, ok? We are not that free for ur information. We care more for the patients, NOT u. Plus, when we make mistakes, could u pls remind us like the way we reminded u before, instead of calling to the pharmacy and simply shout at the unlucky soul who happens to be the one picking up the god-damned phone? Hey, having the title "<strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">DOCTOR</span></strong>" doesn't give u any right to simply <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">SHOUT</span></strong> and vent ur anger on the pharmacists, alright? Just like having the title also doesn't save u from being scolded a "<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;">SCUMBAG</span></strong>" by a humble pharmacist like me on this humble blog of mine. Pls learn from ur fellow colleagues whom we respect much. These Doctors earned their respects, and they definitely didn't do that by shouting around. Period.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Finally, some good news to share! <span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>Forensic Exam</strong></span> results were released and I'm seriously glad that most of us passed!! Woohoo!!~ <span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Congratulations</strong></span>, peeps!! =)</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">To my dear frens who didn't make it this time, don't be disheartened. Afterall, we weren't exposed to these before in the University. Moreover, what's this compared to PP3, right? We had come through together in year 2008 and am sure it's gonna be the same in year 2009. Jia you!! We will all get through and become fully registered by the end of this year!! Hek!!! =)</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-29448373890104919112009-04-03T23:03:00.000-07:002009-04-03T09:33:44.851-07:00Money really very hard to earn ah...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Background music: Daniel Powter's "Bad Day"</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Fell sick dy. Since 4 days ago. Coughed like mad, plus flu, plus sore throat, plus fever. Fine. This morning woke up late. Effect of too much anti-histamine. Got into the car, started the engine, no response. Started again, alarm was triggered, but still no response. Early in the morning me & dad gotta push the car all the way out to give way to another car parked inside so that I could go work with that car... Good exercise huh? (-__-")</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Reached hosp. Started dispensing immediately. An aunty who'd applied super thick <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">red</span></strong>-coloured lipgloss approached me to ask for her medications.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"I left my medicines here last wednesday. U bring out to me."</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then she started complaining, "Aiyo!! The doctor very bad lah!! Early early ah ji ah cho!! So noisy!! Blah blah blah blah blah..."</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I told her to take a seat and tried to look around for her med, but still couldn't find.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Asked her for Rx, she didn't have. Pembantu came out to ask for her appointment book so that we'd know what drugs to give.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">IM Fluanxol. Clopixol sulphate. Just discharged from the ward few days ago.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ok. PSY patient. But can't give her med without Psy form from the Dr. as well. So pembantu asked her to go see a doctor to get a Rx.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She left, but came back in few minutes time. Without Rx.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Doctors didn't let me see them lah! Early early morning ah ji ah cho dy!! Aiyo, give me medicine lah! I give u my book! Doctor got write inside lah! U see!"</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I took over the book and read the content to see if I could find anything useful.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Suddenly she accused me loudly, "<strong><span style="color:#000000;">YOU MUST HAVE HAD AN AFFAIR WITH THE DOCTOR LAH!!!!!</span></strong>" and slapped me on the face. My specs flew out and dropped onto the counter. The entire outpatient department suddenly became dead quiet, with all the other patients' eyes focusing on me and her.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Walao eh.. Damn dramatic.. Just like the super classic scene in Moonlight Resonance, no? Well, at that particular moment, that was what appeared in my mind loh... Haha..</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I didn't expect the slap coming. Honestly, she looked quite OK before that. Plus, my stupid URTI and the anti-histamine effect made my reaction damn slow. Don't think I could have avoided the slap even if I'd seen it coming like the Matrix way loh.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Funny thing was, I didn't get angry. If it had come from a normal patient, I might have crawled over the counter and slapped her back. The thing was, she was a PSY patient. At that point, I seriously didn't see the need to argue or fight with her. I just smiled and quietly picked up my specs from the counter and told her to sit down. Then I calmly retreated from the counter and brought her book in to tell the FRP that the patient slapped me and asked if there's anything we could do to supply her the medicine.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ironically, FRP were the one who got super shocked. They called up the PSY secuirity to bring the patient to doctor and checked if my face was disfigured. Haha.. Told them I was OK and I went out to dispense again to the other patients, with the PSY aunty still shouting at me for medicine. This time I stood far far away from the counter la of course.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Awhile later the patient was brought away. FRP were expecting me to get traumatized and cry. They got someone else to replace my job and asked me to stay inside and rest. Told them I was OK but they insisted. Soon after that, the news travelled at such speed that the entire pharmacy department, upstair downstair, also knew about it liao. Then everyone started asking me about the incident, of which I repeated like N times dy at the end of the day.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some after listening asked, "Painful or not?" I was like "Errrrrrrrmmm... "</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Like Duh?!!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some said, "Why didn't u shout back at her!! Scold her lah at least!! Later ppl think we all very easy to bully. Wah.. U really can tahan, huh?"</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hmm.. I didn't know how to answer for I really didn't see the need to do so. Very ironic hor? I think my old self would probably have transformed into the Hulk and tore her into pieces liao. I didn't know since when My EQ has improved so much. In other words, I have lost my backbone completely after working for 5 months in a gov. hosp. Ming, am in ur backbone-less gang dy!! XP</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hmm... Did the incident hurt me badly? The answer is a firm NO. Not a single bit. But the way some ppl reacted to it really hurt me badly. U see when such incident happened, it's always way too easy to differentiate the one who genuinely cares for u from the one who fakes it. U thought someone cared very much for u, but things turned out the other way round and u saw it right through. THIS, is what really hurts...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Moral of the story: Get a MC when u're sick!! Don't go to work!! Cause u tend to have slower reactions!! LOL... XD</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">K lah K lah. I gotta sleep liao.. No weekends for me this week! Gotta do overnight shift on Saturday and Sunday.. From 12a.m. to 8a.m. =( Then this coming Wednesday I also gotta work. What weekends?! What public holiday??!!! Grrrrrrrr... Luckily my time-off applications for Monday and Tuesday were approved liao. Tee hehe... Compensation.. =P</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">P/S. I gotta do incident reporting for this somemore. Grrrrr... Mafan dao~</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-88116993060490433502009-03-28T03:46:00.000-07:002009-03-28T04:04:57.685-07:00It's EARTH HOUR, baybeh!!~<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So, remember to switch all ur lights off from 830p.m. to 930p.m tonight (28/03/09). Better still, turn off all the other unnecessary electrical appliances as well. For example, ur laptop or TV. I know it's tough lah, especially for the IT generation like us, but at least turn ur lights off, alright? :)</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I came to know about Earth Hour in Glasgow last year. Thanks to Cheok Xin. So the residents of G6, i.e. me, Su Ann, Cheok Xin, and Cheah Voon beria-ia turned all our lights off at 830p.m. UK time. We happily participated, since turning the lights off for an hour during Earth Hour granted us the most glamour excuse on Earth to NOT study. Kakakakaka... Happily surfed Youtube, watched anime & etc. One hour passed by so easily, till we forgot to turn the lights back on at 930p.m. Haha...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This year, I'm spending the Earth Hour at home with family. Wonder if my family would agree to my proposal, or would go like, "Siow ah? Turn the lights off for one hour how to survive? I wanna watch that show on TV lah!! Later bad ppl think no one at home and break in how??" XP</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, Malaysia is one of the participating country this year. So, make sure all of us participate actively, ok? Show the world that we Malaysians care for the environment as well!! Furthermore, it's not really the matter of switching the lights off for that particular hour or not. It's the awareness of energy conservation, ppl! So, remember to switch off all the lights and electrical appliances that u're not using from time to time, be it the Earth Hour or not, alright? =)</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-22914854134190372052009-03-17T16:17:00.000-07:002009-03-17T08:16:53.899-07:00Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!!! :D<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As I've said before, it's <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>St. Patrick's Day</strong></span> today!! Am supposed to be in green & drinking Guiness, but since I'm on leave today, I'm still wearing the pajama that I slept with last night and because nobody in my house drinks Guiness, I have opted for Anglia Shandy. Kaka.. Pembelot betul!! :p</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Speaking of on leave, I took time-off for both yesterday & today actually. Was on-call & working the entire week last week. From 2p.m. to 11p.m. on weekdays and 4p.m. to 12a.m. on weekend. Plus presenting on clinical cases & handing in clinical case reports on Wednesday. Was exhausted dy by the end of the week. Actually not THAT tired lah, just that I really need some time to prepare for the upcoming forensic exam, which I happily spent most on sleeping & stoning... T_T Just finished buffering "Twilight" on Tudou. Shit, I really should refrain myself from hitting the "play" button and go study instead. Stop me, pls!!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyways, it was my first time doing the A&E and locum shift. Pretty late to start with, I know. Haha.. Was just transferred to OPD late February ma. That's why I got the privilage. Kaka.. Well, it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be loh. Let me summarise my disastrous experience below for ur enjoyment.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Day 1</strong></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happily woke up at around 8:30a.m. It's a public holiday so my working time was from 4p.m. till 12a.m. Was preparing for breakfast when I received a call from S, who had been working from 12a.m. the night before. He was supposed to pass over to A at 8a.m., but A didn't turn out or pick up the phone when he called. He asked if I could replace A. Others either didn't pick up his phone or were not around. I knew he was very tired dy and wanted to help,but my situation didn't allow lah. See, if I replace A, who's gonna replace me later on at night? That means I would have to work from 9a.m. straight till 12a.m. at night!! Crazy.. I felt really bad to reject him though. So I compromised and agreed to replace A from 12p.m. onwards. So he & I would both work for 12 hours each loh. Fair enough ma..</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Luckily A called back about half an hour later and rushed to work immediately. She didn't know she was the one working in the morning.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I took over at 4p.m. Now that the locum clinic has got famous, there were so many patients! Non-stop.. Needless to say, lotsa syrup reconstitution & compounding loh. En. R went for dinner at around 745p.m leaving me alone at the counter, at which point patients started flooding in (I really don't understand why the crowd always appears when the fabulous dispenser is away lor, grrrrr). Damn kelam-kabut hunting around for drugs, making syrup, calling Drs up when they accidentally prescribed List A item or wrong frequency. As I've said, it was my first night ma. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then suddenly I received a call from the surgical ward, asking me the correct method to dilute & infuse Sandostatin!!! Gosh, I swear I didn't even know wth Sandostatin was! At first, I even thought they were asking about Simvastatin, which made me stupidly asked, "Huh? Simvastatin can be diluted & infused one meh?" XP The best thing was, Sandostatin & the greatest publication of all time - Drug Info were upstair in the satelite pharmacy while I was downstair alone. Told them I'd call back later when I got the answer. The phone rang immediately just when I put it down. Medical ward wanna indent for DD. Fine. Then my handphone rang. FRP called to ask me to countercheck & distribute the chemo drugs that just got freshly delivered back from Muar. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OH MY GOSH!! I wish I was an octopus!! Honestly, was freaking scared lor. I've never handled chemo drugs before. Later got spillage how lah? Would I kena cancer? Damn kiasi loh!! Then that smart surgical ward somemore kept calling to ask if their Sandostatin answer was ready. Grrrrrrrrrrrr...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All those were in my mind but I couldn't leave the busy counter. Scare the already frustrated why-the-pharmacist-kept-chatting-on-the-phone-but-not-dispensing patients would go into a riot. But also worried if I neglect the reconstituted chemo drugs for too long it would start to degenerate. How lah how lah? Then my handphone rang again. Was really annoyed and went like "HELLO?!!" only to find out that it was from the harmless Lee Yin. Think I scared her liao. Haha... Sorry, Lee Yin!!! XP</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Luckily my saviour En. R got back later on so I was able to rush to the Satelite upstairs & got everything settled. Phew... =)</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Note: Pls don't wait till ur DD stock turns zero then only start calling up the pharmacist on-call. Check ur stock & indent during office hours lah. And Drs, pls don't expect the pharmacist to give answer immediately especially when u ask for something that u're supposed to know better than us. We are very busy as well de, alright?</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Day 2</strong></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Patients from the clinics couldn't be cleared till after office hours. And Drs from the wards happily discarged their patients after 5p.m. Again, it was a crazy day. At night somemore got a teenage girl who came over to request for "ubat untuk kuruskan badan". Erm... I didn't know if I should laugh or cry... (-__-")</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Day 3</strong></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dr. X called to ask for advice. Answered. Then received a problematic Rx from Dr. X about 10secs later. Called Dr. X, who said he would confirm & call back, which he did but only to tell me that he didn't recall handling that patient. So he promised to double-check & call back again. When I was fighting with the stubborn Ampicillin that got stuck to the bottle, he called & said "I'm Dr. XYZ, OK?! Dr XYZ" & hung up before I could say anything. I was like "What?" then I saw the stamp on the Rx being Dr. XWV and I realized what went wrong. Hello? How'd I know if u're XYZ not XWV lah? I asked for Dr. X and they put u on the phone ma. Pls remember to stamp ur Rx properly with "Locum" or "A&E" next time so that I know which Dr. X I'm talking to lah...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Day 4</strong></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The son of a SPUB patient from HSA came to ask for Nimotop at around 10p.m.. Told him I was not supposed to dispense ubat susulan at that hour but he insisted that his dad had finished all the supply already & asked me to tolong cause his dad had to take Nimotop every 4 hourly. Kak A went sembahyang already. Honestly, I had no idea wth Nimotop was but I agreed to try & help. Found out from MIMS that it was Nimodipine actually. I searched up & down for it but couldn't find. The patient waited for almost half an hour already so in the end I had to kacau Kak. A who was praying. So paisay!! Luckily she was done already.. XP</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Kak A told me we memang never have any Nimotop before. She didn't understand why patient had a SPUB letter referring to our hosp. When checked, only we found out that HSA merely supplied Nimotop for a day and then SPUB the patient to us liao. Think we hadn't even received the fax, not to mention having time to order for the drug loh. In the end had to apologize to the patient's son and told him to go back to HSA for the remaining supply after he had waited for so long. Felt very sorry towards him lah.. Aiks... (>.<")</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Which of u in HSA did that har? Nyek hehe.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Day 5</strong></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Surgical ward called again. This time to ask for the infusion method of Polymicin B for a MRSA infected patient. Said they couldn't understand the instruction given by the pharmacist who supplied them with the drug earlier on. Sigh, why always called after office hour lah? So I quickly called up my FRP. He told me he had already supplied the product information leaflet together with the drug and even highlighted the instruction to follow. Both of us didn't understand why they couldn't read. Ish. So, after much explanation, the problem was finally solved. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Day 6</strong></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dr asked for Syp. Maxolon 5mg TDS. En. R was away for dinner. Patients were again flooding in. I had never made a Maxolon syrup before. I never knew that Maxolon tablet could be so hard!! When I tried to crush the tablets in the mortar by force, 2 of them "flew" out!! So malu!! Luckily I was doing that behind a shelf. If not I'd have become the greatest entertainment for all the awaiting patients liao. Damn geram with the Maxolon tablets lor. Somemore the patient's mum kept asking "Hao liao ma? Hao liao ma?". Grrrrrr...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the end, I gave up. Called up the Dr. and asked if he could change the anti-emetic to the ready-made Syp. Phenergan. Thank Goodness he agreed. Saved me breath to susah-payah explain to the patient's mum that making syrup DOES take time.. (-__-")</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Quickly consulted En. R for the correct way to make a Maxolon syrup when he got back. En. R did it so elegantly without much effort loh. Ish... T_T</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Day 7</strong></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last day!! Thought I would survive through without much hassel. Mana tau the pharmacist from Hosp. Z called at peak hour. Wanna borrow 6 vials of Drug A. Emergency case. Told her I have to consult my Boss first. So she gave me her hp number & asked to call back. I shun bian asked for the Hosp. number as well.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Boss asked me to check on the stock in Satelite first. Told him I was alone cause Mr. Z went to help out at the gotong-royong liao. So he sent someone else to check & gave me the green light. So I called to the pharmacist's hp number which she didn't pick up!! Called again, still the same. Called again, up to no good. Grrrrr... What for giving me ur hp number when u're not even going to pick it up lah? Luckily I got the Hosp. number as well. So I called and she picked up. Grrrrrrrrrr....</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Told her we could lend her 6 vials of Drug A, but then she said "My Boss said, can borrow 10 vials instead ah?" Grrrrrrrr!! Should have told me earlier what!! So I said I have to confirm with my Boss again. She said "Har? Have to confirm ah? Ok Ok..." DUH??!!! So I called up Boss & he considered & granted permission to lend. So, I called back to tell the pharmacist the good news, to which she said, "Oh ya, can we borrow 10 vials of Drug B as well?"</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!! Why can't u tell me everything at one go lah? Think I very free meh? Patients already wanted to kill me for putting their Rx aside way too long than I should have lor. So I called up Boss again (whom I think wanted to kill me as well for kacau-ing him way too much on a Sunday night) who asked me to check on my own this time since Mr. Z was on his way back already. Then I requested Mr. Z to check for me and called back to Boss again for instruction. Boss agreed to lend. So I called back to the pharmacist from Hosp. Z. Luckily this time she didn't ask if she could borrow 10 vials of Drug C. If not, I think I would go berserk and stomp on the phone in front of all the patients liao.. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">She directed the indent form to me, which when I received, found that she got my name wrongly spelled somemore... (-_____________-")</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">That's all about my first on-call experience. Lazy to blog liao. Been spending way too much time blogging dy. DDA!!! POISON ACT!!!!! Oh my Gosh!! XP</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-2367958748835486852009-02-21T19:22:00.000-08:002009-02-23T05:09:50.676-08:00The Curious Case of Stor Perubatan<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Colleague brought Hershey's Kisses chocolates which look something like this to store the other day.</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305203727985112274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3xVPh7ZVFK14JHa5gstzrJozURrBjMw8Kk0W1sAcBEK0bLgU6e3ahhZn4NPtxif2cSADA8QNIbCpV3b8U63leZeRLK7Nea_WM7iSUY_bXbm0QHgPc9ndLxDevw14aB7dRwkA/s400/Kisses.bmp" border="0" /><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was minum time and since I didn't have the minum habit, I didn't join. So, I was left with my Ah Tao in the office. Ah Tao saw the chocolates. He picked one up, observed it for a while, then turned to me and said,</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Kisses??! Why kisses? What are these ppl thinking lah?"</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Look at the shape. It should be <strong>SUCK</strong> what! They should call it <strong>SUCKING</strong>!! Right? <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>SUCKING</strong></span>!! Hahaha..."</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then he showed me the sucking gesture... </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">( -_____________________-"')<br /><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I got "sha2 yan3" immediately.. Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmm..</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Seriously, if that was from an Ang Moh, I'd consider it a verbal sexual harassment already.. Just imagine, Britney' song "If u seek Amy" got banned just because it sounds like "if u suck me" when pronounced fast... Suddenly reminds me of Prof. Ong's "sucking ice-cream" theory. Yucks!! XP Well, seems like I could just take it as Ah Tao didn't really understand what isi tersirat "<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">SUCK</span></strong>" carries and laugh it off ba wtf...</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyways, I'm sorry for not updating, peeps!! =P<br /><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">As usual, "Busy loh..". Was in the crazy clinical dept before this ma. When done, I still got piles of PCI waiting to be completed. Not allowed to chin chai write.. So gotta do some reading up first loh.. Even during CNY, I was doing PCI eh... Sad dao~ T__T</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Was transferred to Stor Perubatan after CNY. Just when I thought I could goyang kaki everyday, I was asked to prepare for my case presentation. Gotta present 2 clerked cases and hand in 2 reports this 11th of March. At the same time, research project kicks off. And forensic exams are soon to come. In spite all these, Ah Tao came out with several "brilliant" questions regarding management of store. I have to read up to get the answers..</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">X#$%*&^@?!<br /><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So every weekday, upon reaching home after 5p.m., I was only allowed a little time for newspaper and dinner. Then I had to start work immediately. That's why I've got no time for blogging loh.. =(</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nevertheless, working in store is really rather stress-free. Too bad I don't find myself enjoying much le.. It's just like an office gal's work!! I do stuffs like photostating, typing, printing, and even wraping books!!!!! As if I susah-payah <span style="font-size:78%;">(not)</span> studied pharmacy just for that?? XP</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But felt very happy when I was asked to handle things like purchase order, issue notes, quotation, commissioning & etc loh. At least I got to learn something ma.. =)</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am abit bit looking forward to working in OPD next week actually. It seems like a department at which I could learn much and fast. =) Hopefully I won't get the so-called post-OPD syndrome, i.e. falling sick ba. Hahaha...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh, by the way, I know it's abit late, but do u guys find this year's CNY very de sien? I spent mine in Singapore. It turned out just like every other public holiday. Not meriah at all leh.. It was surprisingly Q.U.I.E.T. Didn't hear ppl playing CNY songs loud loud or playing fireworks neh.. Of course fireworks are prohibited in Singapore lah.. Well, not as if they are not in Malaysia lah, but like ppl care? We're bad, yeah! I didn't even see kids in Singapore playing the infamous Pop Pop leh!! So guai geh?!! Ish... And they get only 2 days of school holidays in comparison to 1 whole week in Malaysia!!! What kind of childhood is that???!! Boring dao~</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wonder if the sien-ness was due to ppl still being haunted by the economic downturn.. Hmm.. And for that, I'm seriously grateful that as a public servant, I don't even have to worry a single bit about retrenchment and I get a rather handsome pay for a fresh graduate's standard. Kakaka... Thank you, Malaysian's gov!! XD</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh ya, before I forget, <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Happy Belated 4th Anniversary</span></strong><span style="font-size:100%;">,</span> <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">P105</span></strong></span>!! I wonder how many of us still remember that on Valentine's Day 4 years ago, we were actually lining up outside AAD (which was still located on the ground floor) waiting to be registered while grumbling about the stupidity of them for choosing this date as the first day of semester I. Hahaha... Super nostalgic wei... Anyway, love u guys/gals loads!! Muacks!! XD</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">By the way, <span style="color:#009900;"><strong>St. Patrick's Day</strong></span> is around the corner!! On the 17th of March!! Ppl, must wear green and drink Guiness on that day oh!! Pls do remind me about it as well... Keke.. And I still regret deeply for not being able to join Cookie Monster Su Ann, Cheah Voon and Cheok Xin to the fabulous Ireland last year, due to the shitty chicken pox virus that attacked at the wrong time. Wuwuwu.... ='( Could only watched Gossip Girl <span style="font-size:78%;">(happily)</span> in JBC G6... Chace Crawford is so cute!!~ XD</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJ7rrXfdgeupQBFg_FtrmmUFdgcA_lCVjmId0fs9wRrwEcZTCAgudgl-_esnVARtEmXCM_xPFjW_baIUKEBYH5DAh8kp3r4-bruL1tuPaHra-77xJ8sJ7GLOvPKVGshDEZ8_A/s1600-h/Life+of+Pi.bmp"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305204279776124914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJ7rrXfdgeupQBFg_FtrmmUFdgcA_lCVjmId0fs9wRrwEcZTCAgudgl-_esnVARtEmXCM_xPFjW_baIUKEBYH5DAh8kp3r4-bruL1tuPaHra-77xJ8sJ7GLOvPKVGshDEZ8_A/s400/Life+of+Pi.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just read this from newspaper yesterday. Lee Ann is going to direct a movie based on the novel, Life of Pi!! Can't wait! Hehe.. Finished Life of Pi last year. To me, it's quite controversial, especially the ending (mysterious island). Nice or not nice, it all depends on ur point of view. Sometimes I find it nice. Sometimes I think the ending spoilt the whole story. What's ur opinion then? Chua Ming & Cheok Xin, I know u gals have read the book as well dy.. =)</span></div><p></p><p><br /><br /><br /></p><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqczE7s7dHU-LU4PrN2-ghyphenhyphenE_ZjeeHFtDDyn9KQ_ea4Gn5RiusISMA0vKGxlCDhGZWfLEMcQcuSALDa4FBMePhtR60SJw6qwj-bAhG7vsOt__puU4m8QFUwRTRtlPseKb0su8/s1600-h/Chasing+Pavements.bmp"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305204281393789282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqczE7s7dHU-LU4PrN2-ghyphenhyphenE_ZjeeHFtDDyn9KQ_ea4Gn5RiusISMA0vKGxlCDhGZWfLEMcQcuSALDa4FBMePhtR60SJw6qwj-bAhG7vsOt__puU4m8QFUwRTRtlPseKb0su8/s400/Chasing+Pavements.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh!! And ppl ppl!! Adele's song, <em>Chasing Pavements</em>, rocks!! It was a love at first "listen" for me.. Haha.. No wonder she won the Grammy.. =)</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On the other hand, (OK. I'm risking my life for saying this..) Fahrenheit, aka Fei Lun Hai C.A.N.N.O.T. sing!!!!! Gosh!! The only song from them that I like is TiAmo by Yan Ya Lun and Liu Li Yang. And by "like", I mean in particular the chorus only. Cause Liu Li Yang is the one singing!!!!! I skip Yan Ya Lun's part whenever I could cause it makes my <strong><span style="color:#000099;"><em>bulu roma meremang</em></span></strong> and it definitely isn't in a good way!! Damn, I wonder if I'd receive any threaten message from their huge number of fans soon.. XP</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305203731550921394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEAO41-zvYcNJjBNQl91cIM-ZOklWZhXwxYtT8jnABCzBLn5DIqABS-Ff9-H_m-D4BhaZV3hL4z0oENVL_pPbLRTTxKVB4su53kKt1QkwSmiMkADQGM8_A7sfMGftCSbUr8ZDV/s400/fahrenheit.jpg" border="0" /><br />I better run off and hide now. Kaka.. Ciao peeps!! XD<br /><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">P/S. Made a trip to KL around Christmas time last year. I'd like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude to my dear frens who accompanied and entertained me throughout the visit. I appreciate that very very much. Great memory it was... Thanks so much! Hugz... =)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">[EDIT]:</span></strong> YES!! Heath Ledger won the <a href="http://oscar.com/oscarnight/winners/?pn=detail&nominee=Ledger%20Heath%20-%20Actor%20Supporting%20Role%20Nominee">2009 Oscar's Best Supporting Actor Award</a>!! Sooooo happy for him!! He deserves the award!! Yes!! =D</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-17857889565602753832009-01-12T23:15:00.000-08:002009-01-12T07:49:16.151-08:00shut the F up<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Life is getting sadder...<br /><br />Nowadays I dont even talk unless it's deemed necessary...<br /><br />And due to the lack of talking, I actually stutter when I make confirmation with Drs or give counselling to patients.<br /><br />Sometimes I stuttered to the extent that I don't even find myself convincing...<br /><br />Patients hate me for I keep forcing them to repeat their MDI/Humapen technique till they could perform it well...<br /><br />Drs hate me for I keep pointing out their careless mistakes...<br /><br />Nurses hate me for I keep asking them for Buku Census and stealing patients' BHT from the trolley to clerk cases when they have to record nursing notes...<br /><br />Fine...<br /><br />And I wish some ppl could just stop commenting on me when they don't F-ing know anything about me.<br /><br />AND, some ppl don't seem to understand that being calculative isn't one of the cool habits to keep.<br /><br />Alright. Enough Said.<br /><br />Damn emo post I know wtf...</span>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-66315322301411502462008-12-16T23:56:00.000-08:002008-12-16T08:03:01.230-08:00me no like clinical...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Freaking tired"<br /><br />That's the only description I could come up with.<br /><br />Not even a place allocated for pharmacist to sit in the ward. Stood throughout the day.<br /><br />When nurses or doctors come round for BHT/Format I/Buku Census, I kena "shoo-ed" aside pulak.<br /><br />Even when aunty sapu lantai comes round, I have to give way.<br /><br />Sad case wei.. Thought clinical pharmacist was supposed to look <span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>G.L.A.M.O.U.R</strong></span> T_T<br /><br />What's more, there are so so sooooooooooo many things to do!! Gosh!!Supposingly, my everyday routine includes filling in CP1 for all newly admitted patients in my respective ward, follow doctor's ward round, clerk 3 cases per day (FRP gives big No-No to uncontrolled HPT, uncontrolled DM & AEBA... Urgh!! There goes my favourites!!), counsel at least 2 patients per day, and do TDM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Wah!! Like I have 48 hours a day??<br /><br />AND, the best news is that, I HAVE to compensate for all the targets missed over public holidays and personal leave!!!!! In other words, public holiday or not, I die die have to produce 3 cases and counsel 2 patients per day lah!! Darn it!! Just when I thought I could curi-tulang abit over Christmas...<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....</span></strong><br /><br />I have resort to wearing flat-bottom shoes even though this was only my 2nd day in clinical department. Cannot tahan the lactic acid accumulation in my legs lah!! Can get pedal oedema if I wear high heels lagi...<br /><br />Not fun lah!! I shouldn't have complained so much when I was in inpatient.. XP Am actually looking forward to my remainder weeks in inpatient liao.. Haha.. Luckily Clinical is only for 6 weeks and mine would be completed before CNY.. Yippie!! =D<br /><br />K lah K lah.. Going to sleep now... Haven't even done PCI for all the cases I clerked. Shitty..<br /><br />P/S. Am so going KL over the Christmas weekend!! Will start journey on 27th morning and come back on 29th morning. It's MEGASALES, ppl!! What are u waiting for?? XD XD Any shopping kaki(sssss) out there?? XD XD</span>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-66216736305469260372008-11-30T23:03:00.000-08:002008-11-30T07:07:47.921-08:00Extreme Ramblings<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Colleagues actually think that I'm a quiet and super guai girl, who stay home most of the time and doesn't go around partying, and even if I do go out I have to reach home by, say 10p.m., in order to obey to the curfew set by my parents. They also assume I'm the type of girl who has never been to a pub before and would go drunk immediately at a single sip of Heineken, not to mention hard liquor like Chivas.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Aaaaawww, don't u find them cute?</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Miss all my dear frens who know my true colour so well suddenly... =)</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">**************************************************</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The super huge McD (erm, in Batu's standard lah) with drive-thru service is officially in operation today!!!!! Woohoo!!~ Looks kinda grand, doesn't it? =D</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274460184550366258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6m6UtpQ2n7aCk5bF1x9-vhlRV-lDJpf06TwEAzqwX95YsfxPp8uGTl65Raps6DTGodmwWPxW0m5HHAYagESminlTnuI_L2UwTd-H7O3zfOnXmg_lQQTFH73rDejNEyTg9ZJ1q/s400/DSC07494.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sorry the pic is abit sucky. Haha.. Took it from the car =P</span><br /><br /></p></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Miss Hu Yi Jie, at last Batu's McD is in the same position as ur Sitiawan's!! HMPH!!! Lol... XD XD</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;">**************************************************</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Our P105 senior, Ai Lynn, was transferred to my department last week. Gosh, I was seriously delighted!! Finally someone whom I can talk to about the devilish Mr. Pepsi (too bad she actually finds Mr. Pepsi "hen hao!!") and the beloved Scotland and receive some appropriate responds!! Hehe...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I really have to thank her here, for making my life much more colourful than it used to be a week ago, and for inviting me and Pei Fung out for lunch thus saving us from the everyday-same-lauk-money-sucking canteen. Thanks very much, Ai Lynn!! =)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#663366;">**************************************************</span><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274460186871666482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYWt89lWpyG00LzVfvuvZaP3Sw3RKf6a1iQ87JVMQ-qJ-scn6L96ihvFZG5GuGsX4q1Ustf1Q-fbwUcru39BLrI2DceCrgz9Mi9fkI-0Ttk4YzQFJATjX3yg3C0Q3i85-PNRi5/s400/DSC07492.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="justify">Jeng jeng~~ The much feared Thalidomide!! Hmm.. Very plain hor? Doesn't look all that intimidating, no? Should at least have a shocking pink coating like EES what. Glamour sikit ma.. =P</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">**************************************************</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274460195654549618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtplIR6sVDoH7TFsNeefWL6rXzd5zLrslKzXObYtt1NNNJwwNHTW6ITsqz6dB0P9eP3cx5vynf0LyRe4YXzEZc81h9gAAUoEpfnIY4QnaY0vljzhgg6iyShDzmik1K9YFEwLhG/s400/DSC07482.JPG" border="0" /><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The handbag I bring to work everyday. Yeah, me with a handbag?? Hard to imagine, right? But can't possibly bring my sling bag to work eh ma. Am gonna look like a freak!! Haha..</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The handbag is from Polo. Got 70% discount. Kaka.. Damn cheap loh and that's why I bought it. Not because I liked it so much that I gave in to temptation or whatsoever stuffs like that loh.. Sigh.. Aunty dao.. XP</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">**************************************************</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274462956034773762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe9IGBr2EykBzHeAPGjYY2PB1sATUOb7xxmqWEFRICgqUa-VYm3mr7sThHN9JhOs3tG8InSJYdbi5VsyU_u9dv398n1c_-G_6hzOYGu4k8WdOr1ZgmIuwG9gtxY7FKZz10eA4G/s400/DSC07487.JPG" border="0" /><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last but not least, the vintage-looking Kang Kang!!!!! XD XD Looks like he's from the 70's, no? Eh eh, it wasn't me, ok? It was mum's idea!! The spec belongs to her hor!!! XD XD XD</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-44119049391385693702008-11-18T23:24:00.000-08:002008-11-18T07:31:23.063-08:00I never knew "meh" could be used like this...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Below is an article I plagiarized from Yahoo! News at </span><a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081117/ap_on_re_eu/eu_britain_new_word"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081117/ap_on_re_eu/eu_britain_new_word</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>"'Meh': Apathetic expression enters dictionary</strong></span><br /></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#330099;">LONDON – At least someone is excited about "meh."<br /></span></div></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">The expression of indifference or boredom has gained a place in the Collins English Dictionary after generating a surprising amount of enthusiasm among lexicographers.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#330099;">Publisher HarperCollins announced Monday the word had been chosen from terms suggested by the public for inclusion in the dictionary's 30th anniversary edition, to be published next year.<br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;">The origins of "meh" are murky, but the term grew in popularity after being used in a 2001 episode of "The Simpsons" in which Homer suggests a day trip to his children Bart and Lisa.</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#330099;">"They both just reply 'meh' and keep watching TV," said Cormac McKeown, head of content at Collins Dictionaries.<br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#330099;">The dictionary defines "meh" as an expression of indifference or boredom, or an adjective meaning mediocre or boring. Examples given by the dictionary include "the Canadian election was so meh."<br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#330099;">The dictionary's compilers said the word originated in North America, spread through the Internet and was now entering British spoken English.<br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#330099;">"This is a new interjection from the U.S. that seems to have inveigled its way into common speech over here," McKeown said. "Internet forums and e-mail are playing a big part in formalizing the spellings of vocal interjections like these. A couple of other examples would be 'hmm' and 'heh.'<br /></span></div></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#330099;">"Meh" was selected by Collins after it asked people to submit words they use in conversation that are not in the dictionary. Other suggestions included jargonaut, a fan of jargon; frenemy, an enemy disguised as a friend; and huggles, a hybrid of hugs and snuggles."</span><br /></div></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hmm... Interesting, isn't it? I always thought "meh" is a Malaysian- or Singaporean-created noun being abused for the expression of doubt. For example, "Like that one meh?". Just like how I feel like asking, "Got ppl use 'meh' like this one meh?" now. Erm.. U got me?</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-69878459382734882392008-11-17T23:14:00.000-08:002008-11-17T07:27:43.016-08:00Wild Thoughts<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Realized it's quite easy to commit suicide in the satellite pharmacy.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">See ya.. Drugs like Phenytoin, Theophylline, Digoxin and etc. are all within reach. Drugs of which a slight tiny bit of overdosage could lead to fatal consequences.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And these drugs could be given without the need of a pakar's counter-sign.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If I were to take a few more out while filling in prescriptions and hide them in my pocket and send them all down my throat with some water over lunch time...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nyek nyek nyek nyek nyek......</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Shit... I must have been too stressed out at work dy...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">P/S. Just got to know today that a box of Olanzapine (28 biji) costs around RM400-500!!!!! And gov hosps are giving them out at the cost of a symbolic RM1 only!!!!! If u happen to be a gov servant, u dun even have to pay a single cent!! OMG!!!!! Malaysian's gov hosp ROCKS!!!!! XD =P</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-73546711319218171792008-11-12T21:45:00.000-08:002008-11-12T06:03:39.684-08:00Am I progressing too fast?<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Catching up with my work dy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Learning more & more stuffs by days.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But......</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm starting to lose faith,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and passion...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">......</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Why do I have to head straight to the last stage without even going through a brief period of enjoying-my-current-job moment???</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sigh...</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-21747705853469198332008-11-08T01:25:00.000-08:002008-11-07T09:27:53.956-08:00TGIF!!!!!~~~<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>TGIF!!!!!~~~</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Aaaaaah aaaaahhh!! Wow Wooooow!! Weeeee Weeeeeeee!! Woooooh wooooooooooooH!! </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Relief eh!! I'm both mentally & physically tired dy.. Need a rest.. This morning almost couldn't get out of bed. Whole body aching... Like an Ah Po..</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But note, I said relief. Not happy. Yeah, I dunno why but I'm not all that happy with the weekend's arrival. Feel abit uneasy and anxious in fact. Can't sit still. Kept sighing. Abit hot temper. Weird huh? That shouldn't be my reaction towards my first precious weekend off what...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Am I too stressed out? I shouldn't be what.. Ppl said HBP very free geh?</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, gotta update abit on my working life here...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Offically started working on 4th Nov. 3rd just went there fill forms & chit-chat XD So will regard 4th Nov as my first day of work from this point onwards.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Was sent to inpatient department. Well, first day was disastrous. Was <strong><span style="color:#333300;">C.O.M.P.L.E.T.E.L.Y</span></strong> lost. Yes, I am not being humble here. Felt like a piece of shit. Trolley full of Rx started coming in the moment I arrived. EVERYONE expected me to know what I was supposed to do!!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But the fact is, I just stood there helplessly. Staring blindly at the dispensers, PRPs, and FRPs rushing about here & there, having no idea wth were they doing. No one even cared to bother me. Probably they thought I was supposed to know what's going on...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then I approached & consulted a PRP. She showed me the right way to handle a Rx and filled in all the requested medications so professionally. I looked at her with admiration only to find out later that she's a UKM graduant and it was her FIRST day in the inpatient department as well!!!!! WHAT???!! I mean, I know local students are damn geng lah, but I never expect them to know sooooooooooo much eh!!! I was like a piece of trash standing next to her...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lucky she was nice. So I followed her to handle a few Rx and tried to start handling one on my own. Gosh. It was tough. I couldn't even locate the drugs! U see, some were arranged in alphabetical order, some according to diseases, some on another cupboard, some in the back room, some were simply placed on the table, and some under the table!! @_@???</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">How organize can they be? I wonder if all hosp. are the same or it's just HBP?<br /><br />As if this wasn't bad enough, I was told that List A drugs have to be counter-signed before dispensing and certain dispenses drugs have to be recorded. Blurred to the max. So I asked, " What are List A drugs?" only to get "Very hard to say. Something like expensive drugs that can only be given by specialist." So I continued, "So is there anywhere that I can read up on this?" and got "No. Only by experience..." (o_O")</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then I pursued, "So what are the drugs that have to be recorded?" which again I got "Expensive drugs"...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">HOW ON EARTH AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW LAH????? It's not like they label the drugs with their respective prices..</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So I kept asking questions regarding the location of drugs, whether they have to be counter-signed, how much should I dispense (can't give out too many drugs of which the stocks are running low of which I had no idea at all), blah blah blah blah blah blah...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Was a complete annoyance. Kept interrupting others' work by asking stupiak questions. Felt extremely useless + embarassed. A burden to the entire department. They could work faster and better without my existence...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Was in a very bad mood by the end of the day. When it was about 5p.m., there was nothing much left to do. All the FRPs, PRPs, and dispensers sat down to relax and chat. I was so tensed up that I had no mood to join them. I walked around the dispensary, trying to get myself familiar with the location of the drugs...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh, did I mention that they label some drugs according to generic name and some according to brand name?? Did I mention that even doctors prescribed drugs in brand name?? Flagyl sounds very much like bulk laxative to me but it's Metronidazole in fact. Diamox = Acetylzolamide, Gelusil = Magnisium Trisylicate & etc etc etc...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><strong>???????????????????????????????????????</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Was extremely frustrated & depressed at the end of the day. Mum knew I had had a hard day so she made me super super nice dinner to console me. Hehe.. so sweet of her... At least that made my day much better.. =)</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lucky thing was that my last minute hardwork din go to waste. Starting to catch up on the 2nd day. Did everything faster and gathered up enough courage to answer phonecalls from the ward (even though most of the time I couldn't answer and would just pass the phone to the FRPs). I also asked much lesser questions, found most of the drugs, and even pointed out the location of some to another PRP when he couldn't find it! Aaaaahhh... The sense of achievement... =)</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then I started following FRP to the ward to do bedside counselling. Had seen them giving counselling on eye drops, aerochamber, and Humapen so far liao... =)</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Volunteered to handle Imprest Floor Stock. Can now do it on my own liao.. Also, learned about the procedure of dispensing DD today.. =)</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">At least I don't feel so blur anymore...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">BUT, I still make mistakes when dispensing first-time-handled drugs. Just kena tegur-ed today for not recording the dispensing of some "expensive" drugs and for dispensing too much (din realize 1 box of Clexane contains 2amps). Felt bad lah of course. But no one really took the initiative to teach me starting from the first day leh. Mostly, I learned on my own, by asking and by making mistakes. But I hate learning from mistakes... The feeling of making mistakes and kena tegur is awful... Moreover, life's at stake!!!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I paling hate the "only-experience-can-tell" part... It renders me helpless...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wish the FRPs could guide us (PRP) more. They are nice and friendly. I am glad to have them. The only thing is that, they know the PRP are incompetent and lack essential knowledge, but they seemed to take no action about it leh. They always look very busy. So I didn't even dare to bother them with my stupiak questions. Was hoping that maybe one day when they are free they would teach.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But know what? I saw one of them playing <span style="color:#3366ff;">Bejeweled-look-alike game</span> in the resting room today... (-__-") Maybe just taking a short break after a long stressful day ba... Hmm...Dunno leh... Hope I would learn more as time goes by le...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, am lazy to continue this super long post liao.. Haha.. I'm OK dy le.. I will jia you de.. The passion is still there. I will make sure I work very hard de. I promised myself to be a good pharmacist already. So I must thrive to achieve it!! Let's work towards our targets ba, all IMU-Mpharm-graduated PRPs!!!!! HEK!!!!! =)</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">P/S. I super agree with Ming in hating IMU. But I'm more specific lah. I only hate IMU Mpharm program coordinators. Think Bpharm is quite OK lah...</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-64936876601357957412008-11-05T18:00:00.000-08:002008-11-05T02:03:34.413-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>LONG LIVE OBAMA!!!!!!</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Congratulations on ur landslide victory!!!!! YAY!!!!! ^O^</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-22260557366897388352008-11-03T21:33:00.000-08:002008-11-03T05:51:46.753-08:00Amateur Pharmacist<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OK. Gotta cut long story short. Super tired.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Woke up at 430a.m. Travelled to JB. Arrived in Wisma Persekutuan. Took form & completed within 5mins. Done. Rushed 2 Menara Sarawak immediately. Apparently Menara Sarawak has been renamed as Menara Cyberport liao.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Only 9 of us today. Got one super outspoken Malay Gal from University of London. With accent! Cheh wah! Was late but challenged Head of Dep when tegur-ed for the wrongly stated building name. "U all SHOULD change the address". Wah...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All were assigned to the desired hosp. Happy! Small batch no competitor ma. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Oh ya. Ja Yee and Chew Yee din lapor. Appealed.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Rushed back to BP when everything was done. Reported at Hosp. Batu Pahat together with Pei Fong. Attempted 3 times only managed to park into a spacious parking lot. Shit.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Person in charged not around. Head of Pharmacy on leave for the day. Waited & waited while chatting. Finally at 420p.m. got the forms and started filling in. Handed in docs after that. Super kelam-kabut. Office hour over liao ma.. Finally got everything settled at 530p.m. The akak was pretty nice. =)</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Supposed to report at Pharmacy Outpatient Department after filling in forms. But pharmacist all balik rumah dy at that time. So happily went back home. Kaka..</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mum cooked dinner. Yum yum.. But no appetite. Dunno why. Maybe too tired liao.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So tomolo is gonna be the first official working day. Wish me luck ba!! =)</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">P/S. A bit sien when come to think that I gotta sleep super early later and wake up super super super early (in my standard lah) tomolo morning and have <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>B.R.E.A.D.</strong></span> as breakfast (equivalent to <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">poison</span></strong> in my standard). <em>Life's wonderful...</em> (>_<")</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-46742311875598597702008-10-29T22:22:00.000-07:002008-10-30T08:35:31.861-07:00kIND@ bORed hEre...<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Craved for "dao sah beng" so bad the other day. So I went to The Summit Parade Batu Pahat to get some. Mana tau the shop sudah "chap lap"!!!!! I went around the floor it used to be in to see if it had shifted but it was up to no good.. =(<br /><br />But there was a surprise discovery. I saw a music store playing this MV:<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8p5t4uPCZQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L8p5t4uPCZQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Like Whoa by Aly & AJ!!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Whoa!! I never knew Batu's music sense could be so "in" wei!! Seeing that these gals aren't really that famous, I was really surprised that there are actually ppl in Batu (except for me) who knew them!!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Honestly, Malaysia's music sense is quite advanced. At least we Malaysians are kepo enough that we know most of the pop celebrities and songs on the market. Guess that's because the section most of us never miss when reading a newspaper is Entertainment. Am I not right? =)</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Shopped for CDs in HMV Glasgow last time. The "Best-selling albums" were those that I listened to when I was in Taylor's!! Robbie Williams, Ronan Keating & etc.!!!!!! Kill me!! I wonder if it's a UK's or Glasgow's problem. Cause other European countries seem much better eh... When I was in Greece, I even heard Kenny G version of Jay Chow's "AnJing" song in their metro station!!! WOW!! So "in"!!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I chatted with some of our Glaswegian classmates during one boring EBM session. I opened my eyes big big & told them excitedly, "Oh Gosh!! Rihanna is coming to SECC!!!!!" Still remember clearly the "Huh?? Who's that?" expression on their faces and their polite smiles.</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ouch!! I was acting like a total idiot if not because one of them (only one!!) said in a as-a-matter-of-fact tone, "Oh, Rihanna.". Full stop!! And they turned to each other to discuss on the progression of their research project like nothing just happened!!! What??! Don't they even feel a bit bit excited that some huge celebrity is coming to their town??? Oh well, at least from being an idiot I was promoted to a retarded fella who cared more over American's music industry than my studies...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Why ah why ah? If Rihanna were to come to Batu Pahat, I would go all the way out to see her loh.. I mean, I am not a huge fan of hers lah. Not to mention that "Ella Ella Eh Eh" and the "Pls Don't Stop The.. Pls Don't Stop The Music" songs are rather retarded loh... XP It's the celebrity factor!! The "Oh wow!! I saw Rihanna live and took pictures of her!!!" factor!! No?</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-69217021512115131972008-10-17T23:58:00.000-07:002008-10-18T02:31:37.229-07:00Don't Twitch Ur Lips the Wrong Way<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Half of Dad's right eye was suddenly covered with blood shots the night before yesterday's. Dad suffers from slight glaucoma. In fact, both of his eyes were found to be infected around 3 weeks ago. He was prescribed with 2 months of antibiotic eye ointment. The worsening of condition in spite of constant application of medication got him extremely worried. So were mom & I.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Accompanied Dad to the hospital the next morning.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Since Dad had no appointment that day, he rushed to the counter and asked the nurses on duty if they could arrange for an emergency appointment to see the doctor immediately. Dad told them he was very very worried because of the redness and that he had glaucoma. He even removed his glasses to show them the blood shots.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not only did they refuse, one stupiak nurse there farking <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">SMIRK</span></strong></em>!!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What?!! What's so funny with my dad's blood-shots-filled eye? Have u no sympathy? Smirk what fark lah?!!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Damn angry eh!! Felt like punching her in the face!! Argh!!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">What kinda stupiak attitude was that??</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In the end Dad was arranged to be among the last to be seen by the doctor, for he had no appointment and we were already considered late by the time we registered. Waited for almost 4 hours in the hospital doing nothing.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Beh song!!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Luckily the doctor who examined Dad was very very nice. Listened to Dad's complaint and examined him carefully. Was very patient as well.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dr. Noor ruled out the possibility of hypertension & worsening of glaucoma after examining Dad's eye. Dr. Noor said the redness was due to injury of the blood vessel, just like the normal bruises on skin. Maybe Dad exerted too much strength and the pressure leads to rupture of a small blood vessel and thus bleeding. But it wasn't serious so Dr. Noor asked us not to worry. She also prescribed some medications for Dad.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Phew... What a relief... Thank Goodness Dad was ok.. =)</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Think all healthcare proffessionals should look up to Dr. Noor loh! Be empathy, patient, and most importantly, ready to serve without discrimination loh!! Giving a farking smirk when patients tell u their suffers wouldn't help in any sense!! Sh*t!!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">P/S. Dad's eye's condition has improved. Thanks very much for all the regards and concerns expressed. =)</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-89263082303782257552008-10-15T02:31:00.000-07:002008-10-15T05:27:01.767-07:00cONvO PorTR@It =P<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">K k... Enough emo-ing.. Keep it aside first. Arrival of convo portrait has totally lightened me up. The original digital version is too big a size liao. Have compressed it. See see..</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257326146501192066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxPtZp4p8Byvo3tcbTBcTMevuRb-btisWFvVNGdsPkTOF3naUxY2MMB5mVKDPrpPW_GCIsWF_RsUrt_2kmb6UBZqMHy7Q9BozNj8cLWC9VswzjztWl_DpMUT8cGZOpyumVmVw/s400/11234-96(edit).jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The fake "bookshelf" abit de <em>senget</em> XD</span><br /></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Think they have got the job well done. At least I didn't look that fat lah. Chin sharp sharp like that. Keke.. Chic pox scars also removed liao. =P</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Actually the portrait was supposed to arrive in September de loh. Most of my frens already got theirs. So I called Fotorex up yesterday to check if mine was lost on the way. The lady who spoke to me was very aunty lah. Haha.. but she was very nice. She kept apologizing and promised that my portrait would arrive today.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And it really did arrive this afternoon!! A super big pack including a frame!! Hmm.. I remembered paying for the RM90 package leh. Thought there is no complimentary frame? Also hor, there are three 3R-sized photos given as well. Thought the package only includes 2? AND, the portrait was of canvas material wor!! I thought only the RM130 package comes in canvas? Tak paham betul! ?_?</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But it's not like I'm unhappy with that lah.. Kakaka.. Untung dao!! XD</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Maybe that aunty was abit blur or what. Or maybe she was guilty for the late delivery that's why she gave me a good deal as compensation? Kakaka.. Hmm.. or maybe they are indeed complimentary. Dunno leh.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway hor, I think Fotorex's packages are relatively value for money loh. At least the RM90 one is lah. Unlike the Strathclyde one which is darn freaking expensive and with no frame and NO touch-up loh. Hehe.. So, juniors, if anyone of u is reading this, just go ahead when it's ur turn next year ba!! Unless u have a fren whose family runs photography business like our fabulous Wei Meng Koko lah. Then of course it's much more worthy to close the deal with them. They would definitely charge a lower price and do a better job. Just like our Wei Meng Koko who received excellent review for the Strathclyde convo photoes he did for our batchmates. If Wei Meng Koko offers a deal to u all hor, fai fai accept ah!! Haha.. XD</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">K lah K lah. Dinner time dy. Hungry. Bye! </span>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-64906595381563020482008-10-14T17:31:00.000-07:002008-10-14T02:49:43.442-07:00Hypersensitivity<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Sometimes you're just too sensitive..."</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well, I KNOW I'm very sensitive sometimes...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not the first time being told this already, </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but it still hurt</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">especially if it comes from the ones u care most.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I too HATE myself for being so sensitive,</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">but I dunno what I can do about it.<br /><br /></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wonder if my sensitivity is caused by caring too much. I care about how others feel. I dun wan anyone to feel hurt. I want to be considerate. I want everyone around me to feel happy. I'm just trying my best!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But being caring = being sensitive to ppl's happiness and sadness. But being sensitive can sometimes lead to hypersensitivity. And hypersensitivity ALWAYS leads to misunderstanding.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">When ppl need to be cared, u try to provide them with that. But sometimes ppl appreciate, sometimes they don't. And when they don't, they find it a bother. Maybe I tried too hard? I dunno.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yes, I understand what I feel best for others might not be what they want.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wish I could be care-free. I wish I could be ignorant. I wish I could be indifferent towards everyone and everything around me.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But wouldn't that make me a cold-blooded creature? What's more, experiences already prove to me that when I become indifferent, ppl think I don't care for them anymore. Ppl feel hurt.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ppl EXPECT u to understand!!!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Care also wrong, don't care also wrong. What the??? Got such thing like care abit bit and don't care abit bit ah?? When's the right time to care and to not?? </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Stuck in the middle of nowhere. Just like my current situation. Idle in life. Not moving forward nor going backward. Just stuck in a stage of life that I'm not totally comfortable with. Emptiness. With no aim.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I think the frustration, uncertainty, fear, pressure, and problems bothering me are the causes of my hypersensitivity lately. I feel depressed. I'm upset most of the time. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just because I don't say it out it doesn't mean I've got nothing to worry about!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">No suitable one is there to tell... No one is there to understand... </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Trying too hard to act tough and care for others at the same time. I'm tired.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Could somebody pls tell me what to do? To being indifferent but caring? To being caring but not over sensitive? To not being annoying??</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">L.O.S.E.R</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">P/S.: Xin, if u happen to be reading this, do u know if there's anything to listen to or chant at to find peace in mind? If u don't, could u pls ask ur mum on my behalf? Being a devoted Buddhist, I believe she knows something about this. Thanks very much...</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-34068772509523355482008-10-02T15:02:00.000-07:002008-10-02T00:24:17.282-07:00iT's @LL AbOUt hWOoD<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Helo!! Me Maria. Just done grocery shopping with Ma'am. It's teatime now. So Maria has some free time to blog. XD<br /></div></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Maria masak another new dish 2 days ago. Chai Po (sweet radish) baked hwish. Maria tiru the recipe from a cooking book. Rasa not bad, tetapi abit too sweet lah. Maria think it's the problem of the chai po. Maybe next time should use the salty type instead.</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252448698207334498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWUhvtvaUpnouRLQ5GluzkhpM-ZGHu3EvpAsk3ao6SHNCvEyw2pXkqvCBaQxT7RdXKm2_0SV_Kpsy-d2DdQl3-mkHt46FXDyQ0vkkoqRp_9HiCR-50Mbf6OlqRvZP8P4Hr7Zo/s400/DSC07418.JPG" border="0" /> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Macam fish pie hor? Sebenarnya 3 slices of thick slicked hwish.</span><br /></p></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OK OK. Switch identity to Pei Ling. Got serious stuff to tell.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It's Raya yesterday. So Maria was off for the day. Dad & bro-in-law went to tapao "dai chao" for dinner. Haiyo. Not enough lah. Our whole family big size + big eaters mah. I wasn't even 20% full when all the dishes were already gone.. =(</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not full = bad mood de loh. So, I screamed (jokingly lah):</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"KOKO!!!!! I'm still hungry!!!!! BUY ME ZINGER BURGER!!!!!!!!!!~~ Craving!!"</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Was expecting either reaction number 1:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Haaaaaaaar? HAHAHA! Go eat shit lah!"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">or maybe reaction number 2:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Walau!! Still not full meh? U think u still very slim ah?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">when I heard</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"OK. No problem. What else u want?"</span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and he really went out right after that to get me the burger!! OOH!! Happy!!! =D</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Was very very de touched loh. He seldom pamper me so much de loh. Hehehe... =) See see my ai4 xin1 Zinger burger!! ^^</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252448697756594034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkSxSUrCAC9nUhwCDYlz5k_pLXKiV644JuRBI43lWDB-stl3hyphenhyphenRTxaoo06j7ffMdsu558DB1xyNGf53DW1FzTtogNcroykw5yphkUxOMHL_9_wGJ4StpcnYyyzp4ocQiGYe1G/s400/DSC07421.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ooh huhu... Suspense.. What's inside?</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252448710256415218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH6A6jwSFCDii8Tl9ZSLehX3VeC8_xD0RT7RREgfsN_mAyPU5Z2tkMYwS60sxZNB6z-UGeNfWqEaToJtu3y9LIhn48-3uIaV9yPlB8umFsUw9GcN4Qe0ShFc0Et2NJl_l4gt0O/s400/DSC07422.JPG" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tada!!!!! Yum yum!!! Almost 2 year since I last had Zinger burger eh!! *Slurp* =P</span><br /></p></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">THANK YOU, KOKO!!!!!</span></strong> =D </span><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hehe.. Mum cooked meehoon soup this afternoon. Think it looks very de tempting & seductive. Took a picture of it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252448709185208482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQl0-iVHwSbrE1qXkE9gOUeB9XIPySKUJIAHCejZJobUJs6lggDtESZH_1h70n5FdHgFEODd9yKsU_W0Z3mjUmpeMbaQivrTD1BlIzlCUmvVRQrHq9FTIWuLAQSwBM3u_ZepAT/s400/DSC07425.JPG" border="0" /> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Oosh!! Yum!! Mama, cook for me, pls!!!!! *drool*</span><br /></p></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OK lah. Maria wanna go eat her kuih liao. Later gotta go sweep floor & cook dinner liao. Tata!!</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">P/S. Good luck to all of u who start work tomolo!! Whoa!! Another stage of life!! Congrats!! =)</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21141101.post-47352499707016385132008-09-29T16:54:00.000-07:002008-09-29T02:24:27.389-07:00LeT Ur s@LivA dROoL~~~<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Muahahaha... I made this!! I made this!!!</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251356530312482610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-uoh1cUojrqmFk-7K8JgnqRT6wr71ncNJSZbZHDn8pkWSEy_1VcO82Cj9x3QL4S8obqZwuaYLAEioaXGbye_P4P6jSQyI-skNpP8haPTv4n0sdNuenQMFewE_bzl8PTUi13V4/s400/20092008393.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nice leh? Nice leh? Nyek hehehe...</span><br /></p></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was an attempt to immitate this dish from the Keyaki Japanese Restaurant in Pan Pacific Hotel (Singapore).</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251356539561951938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCzutcjWOg_wPlDIy8QgX4w6j-4zDYL83VV713Yhenz9EUJWDDHMcFmYwhi21ZBehD1Tx9hnkzJwtbnBQVVKU3r3Bo5-ohe8HV7LccG4Hr3YMZxgC3iFH72_FJGS0nWst_AKy/s400/2008_0918_223931AA.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The genuine version</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></p><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Kakaka.. Not bad what. At least got 90% similarity mah, no?</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Taste wise, of course Keyaki's version better lah. The bacon taste of my version was a wee bit too strong liao. The middle part of the prawn was a wee bit too soft, too. See? That's why I'm a pharmacist, not cook! XD</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But hor, Dad said he preffered my version to Keyaki's!!!!! Cause my one tasted much better wor!!!!!! Woohuhuhu.... Kembang dao~</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yala yala... I know he was just trying to console me and give encouragement lah. Ish...</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mum suggested pan-frying the roll-ups first the next time I cook. I had that in mind as well actually. Teehehe... =P</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">EDIT:</span></strong> Xin asked me to add this. <span style="color:#ff0000;">"Mum, Sir! Me Maria~ Me can cook nice hwood. See see the pikture I ambik! Me can speak Engrish also. And Sir, me can strip dance also kalau mau~ *wink wink*"</span> Grrrrrrrrrr.....</span></div>LiNg@hCmMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10735452331634500047noreply@blogger.com3