tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73290850782174947442024-02-19T16:03:26.735+08:00Photo-In-Motionp-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-52812433016606727592010-08-14T00:50:00.002+08:002010-08-14T00:58:32.701+08:00<blockquote></blockquote> <div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><blockquote>"Sour grapes may turn into sweet ice wine,<br />if we wait long enough,<br />just for it to become frozen on the vine."</blockquote></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOigoC5tySczqcby5HYP1eJbCK6UjCfboNUfehHdKH77V3jBQCMij67YR8GZNAA6nnWPGWi9w1O6NWrGxV4D3swRU8cPQN1GgriUIQJZT9Mr_boHlzM6Fm8Uj3C4Gt1zpD6PPn72zPqQ/s1600/P1030114_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpOigoC5tySczqcby5HYP1eJbCK6UjCfboNUfehHdKH77V3jBQCMij67YR8GZNAA6nnWPGWi9w1O6NWrGxV4D3swRU8cPQN1GgriUIQJZT9Mr_boHlzM6Fm8Uj3C4Gt1zpD6PPn72zPqQ/s400/P1030114_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504938816259930914" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote></blockquote></div><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-8750817803470700682010-05-12T01:30:00.010+08:002010-05-12T03:03:12.095+08:00Reflection of Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-3x5HtWVGYKo2rMpe3KDlp9tR3Cym5s-YoTJ-0vvurGvKnghevRlv3YR1fB2PTEaBzszpO9GykYvfA_IA5qYCK3-2N6IkVrsIKdO_Dj9wj9xcDsu8q1OHR4vvbMqwSBqADE-XYOznUk/s1600/P1040990+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-3x5HtWVGYKo2rMpe3KDlp9tR3Cym5s-YoTJ-0vvurGvKnghevRlv3YR1fB2PTEaBzszpO9GykYvfA_IA5qYCK3-2N6IkVrsIKdO_Dj9wj9xcDsu8q1OHR4vvbMqwSBqADE-XYOznUk/s400/P1040990+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470089114468245218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;">Moving out for the first time is not easy. It is not only physically and mentally stressful, but also emotionally draining. No matter how eager you are to move to a new place, no matter how excited you are to stay in a brand new house, there is somehow something about the old home that you are going to miss.<br /><br />So, 2010 is the first year my family is moving out to a new home. I am definitely going to miss our old house in the town. That is the place where i grew up in a huge extended family. That is the home which all of us siblings knew from birth. That is also the hub where relatives from far and near gather during homecoming.<br /><br />The town house of ours has witnessed a succession of occupants in the family since generations ago. It is indeed a reflection of time. I am flying off to the States tomorrow and when i return home by next month, I will be stepping into a new house altogether. I know I will swell with a bundle emotions at that time - missing the old home in the midst of adjusting to the new one. But time changes. The old house has been our childhood home where all cousins gather and play, but who knows - 50 years down the road, the new house will become our grandchildren's get-together place.<br /><br /></div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-31124412225629980152010-04-13T22:09:00.004+08:002010-04-13T23:19:50.723+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfZNDziIihpmCat3Ax8t1Nkw8_UGmpfCaALR1ZtfCbxDb-UMdu9JEdgXuF1fDCp_dH1OZkwxRvLozO1CU68INk1yQ4OJQ3NeleoLyOYOKgfBJyyQbRCZk4V0YySQjcW-A9qHlWrUjYOU/s1600/P1010719_2+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfZNDziIihpmCat3Ax8t1Nkw8_UGmpfCaALR1ZtfCbxDb-UMdu9JEdgXuF1fDCp_dH1OZkwxRvLozO1CU68INk1yQ4OJQ3NeleoLyOYOKgfBJyyQbRCZk4V0YySQjcW-A9qHlWrUjYOU/s400/P1010719_2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459641475221960258" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"Climb every mountain,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ford every stream,<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Follow every rainbow,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Till you find your dream</span>..."</span> </div><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Rodgers and Hammerstein</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkfZNDziIihpmCat3Ax8t1Nkw8_UGmpfCaALR1ZtfCbxDb-UMdu9JEdgXuF1fDCp_dH1OZkwxRvLozO1CU68INk1yQ4OJQ3NeleoLyOYOKgfBJyyQbRCZk4V0YySQjcW-A9qHlWrUjYOU/s1600/P1010719_2+copy.jpg"><br /></a>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-3767915211365139392010-03-27T15:06:00.009+08:002010-03-27T21:27:55.893+08:00To believe<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"When I'm able to walk on my own two feet again, when I'm able to manouver the steering wheel one fine day, I will come </span><span style="font-style: italic;"> to see you </span><span style="font-style: italic;">on my own, doctor. I promise..."</span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;">Those were the most uplifting words I have heard since many months ago. So restorative they are, they also heal the heart of a listener like me. Those were the words which upraise my tainted heart after encountering so many lifeless souls and disheartened spirits at the medical house.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Indeed, there is no one else better to believe in, except for you yourself. </span><br /></div><br />I hope, he will be able to make it one day, to walk on his own two feet again <span style="font-style: italic;">without </span>aids, to drive a car and meet his doctor and proudly say "<span style="font-style: italic;">I've made it</span>".p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-81789787261363235962009-11-16T20:09:00.004+08:002009-11-16T21:41:33.455+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jsHP5nI3gPEm_SRCsRQ41C5dkbJhi73vZP7_9bsGQ70ZSM-kOJEr8yQ6BpTHi5KaXZkagPb8eKIrhD6otJ3aCT__UP34PKuXdDCF8Hj9pDy-MkWR8SKonZyLvZliQsZsqZK-ENae27s/s1600/P1040553_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jsHP5nI3gPEm_SRCsRQ41C5dkbJhi73vZP7_9bsGQ70ZSM-kOJEr8yQ6BpTHi5KaXZkagPb8eKIrhD6otJ3aCT__UP34PKuXdDCF8Hj9pDy-MkWR8SKonZyLvZliQsZsqZK-ENae27s/s400/P1040553_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404674258332093378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">... I get lost in the beauty</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Of everything I see</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The world ain't as half as bad</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">As they paint it to be..."</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I decided to leave work at 5 sharp the other day, put on my trainers and went for a jog. After running a couple of rounds, i explored this little quaint town a bit with my camera and car, and I saw this little lake just off the main road. As I pulled up by the sandy bay, I saw an old couple fishing at the lake, with birds flying above them, and a soft breeze blowing against them - they were both wearing a peaceful look on their faces - such a tranquil moment for them, I thought.<br /><br />And today is exactly one solid month since i left home to this new place. Senior staffs have been very warm and nice, and I noticed that the people here are generally cordial. The best thing is that, patients here seem to be friendlier and happier-looking too, and this gives a sense of satisfaction at the end of any tiring day.<br /><br />Indeed, to adjust to a new place quickly, I realise that it's so much easier if we look at the positive side of things. For a big hospital in a relatively small town like this, I'm sure I'm here for a reason. And i'm starting to see the rationale of it.<br /><br />I'll go back to that lake one day again. Just to chill and to watch the sunset, maybe.<br /></div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-44277358752160910012009-11-15T20:15:00.005+08:002009-11-15T22:53:32.061+08:00I always enjoy train rides.<div style="text-align: justify;">Watching the sunset on the west, followed by a light shower of rain thereafter - it was all so refreshing. I always love train rides, for they provide me a certain kind of mood, a feeling of serenity. As the train whizzes through the lush greeneries of the country, I cant help but to admire how well the scenery complements the beauty of Mother Nature. And today, especially after a great weekend, I gained new insight about living this life of mine, walking this path laid ahead of me.<br /><br />Even though I was all alone, I knew I was never quite lonely. And that makes any ride, so pleasant and sweet.<br /></div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-47175762037801655252009-10-18T13:51:00.002+08:002009-10-18T14:59:51.045+08:00From little things... that made up a year.Now at the end of the first working year, life has to take a turn again.<br /><br />More than a year ago, each of us started off as a total pharmacist-newbie - I didn't even know what Vasteral is (this drug never existed in my university textbooks!) A real noob I really was, for I used to wonder how seniors took only 5 seconds to screen a prescription, while i needed 5 minutes to screen one!<br /><br />Today, after seeing thousands of faces, after talking to thousands of patients, after rotating between a dozen of departments, after learning about hundreds of medications and diseases, I believe we are now a different person each.<br /><br />And, just when we all almost felt like we have known each other for a lifetime, we just have to step out of our comfort zone. But a year of memory is what we would truly cherish at the end of the day. We have travelled to the highlands together, we have made numerous 'makan' trips together and we have played endless games together. To me, preregistration training was not just about being able to complete the competencies targets expected of us, but it's also about working together as a team, building rapport with other healthcare professionals as well as with the patients, and most importantly - treasure the friendships which you have made throughout the one year.<br /><br />Senior pharmacists and senior staffs in the hospital have been really warm to us, so we thank you for that.<br /><br />With that, to all my dear ex-PRPs colleagues, i truly wish you all the best of luck!!! We shall all now look forward to a new working environment!p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-53018603059032985612009-09-22T13:04:00.009+08:002009-09-22T15:52:39.360+08:00I want to be swept off my feet again<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pXDonUxBxig&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pXDonUxBxig&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />One fine day, i would want to watch this show live again. To experience the visual and musical effect in the Majesty Theatre of London, to be wowed by the grand stair case for Masquerade, to be awed by the cinematic feel of the entire stage musical.<br /><br />One day, the time will come. It's a love for which I have held on so strongly, and i still ain't over it yet.p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-36781166131302227332009-09-07T18:01:00.012+08:002009-09-17T20:54:50.933+08:00Marvels of Mechanical Music<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizj8btPbg_BtphQuIEriLkpt7HohBe_mHr1Lcm_HPHO5KpIUEKsVrRtdu3ea6G5zcNE7ziRxpAzMdeMM6Emsj4ufqxJfPnCfX00XixF7r6fgoned6EVDikc9eNN304UCV3VxRnL0LW-MY/s1600-h/P1040427_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizj8btPbg_BtphQuIEriLkpt7HohBe_mHr1Lcm_HPHO5KpIUEKsVrRtdu3ea6G5zcNE7ziRxpAzMdeMM6Emsj4ufqxJfPnCfX00XixF7r6fgoned6EVDikc9eNN304UCV3VxRnL0LW-MY/s400/P1040427_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378380800467085106" border="0" /></a><br />I always have a soft spot for music boxes. In fact, a mechanical music box is one of my favourite things - one which does not run on battery, made of metal pieces and purely mechanical. It is such an ingenious tiny article, the creation of mechanical wonders, converting the energy into beautiful sounds of music.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">The most fascinating part of the gadget is perhaps the metal cylinder with lots of tiny tangible dots, akin to the Braille. When the cylinder is rotated, each studded dot comes around and lifts up the metal tooth on the comb. And as it leaves, the metal tooth will snap back, and this delivers a precise note of music.<br /><br />This is the simplest, and perhaps also the earliest form of mechanical music, dated way back before the creation of the more sophisticated organ or piano. It doesnt take a musical maestro to make this musical box work. All you need to do is just turn around the lever, at your own tempo. You are your own musician - wind it fast and the music plays on an <span style="font-style: italic;">allegreto </span>mood, or go slow to create an <span style="font-style: italic;">adagio </span>piece!<br /><br />Playing and listening to these mechanical music makes me think about places like Salzburg and Cologne. These are the land of music, the historical places of world's greatest composers like Mozart and Beethoven. Music has been something which i grew up with, and it takes passion to keep it glowing.<br /><br />In short, I feel that these mechanical music boxes are so magical that when one listens to it, he or she is in fact listening to the history in the form of music, experiencing the wonders of inventions of man. It is a dream of mine to have a collection of these music boxes from all over the world; though I have only a couple of them right now, I treasure each and every one which I already have. :)<br /><br /></div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-17508769271670884022009-09-03T22:35:00.006+08:002009-09-03T22:55:57.311+08:00When September Ends<span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >Summer has come and passed<br />the innocent can never last<br />wake me up when September ends...<br /><br />here comes the rain again<br />falling from the stars<br />drenched in my pain again<br />becoming who we are...<br /><br />as my memory rests<br />but never forgets what I lost<br />wake me up when September ends...<br /><br />ring out the bells again<br />like we did when spring began<br />wake me up when September ends...<br /><br />here comes the rain again<br />falling from the stars<br />drenched in my pain again<br />becoming who we are...<br /></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />Summer has come and passed<br />the innocent can never last<br />wake me up when September ends</span>...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green Day</span><br /></div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-27875279600149971362009-08-27T00:47:00.006+08:002009-08-27T01:43:42.191+08:00The Sun is Smiling<div style="text-align: justify;">Of the many departments in the hospital, I always thought that maternity ward is the happiest place to be in. Over the visiting hours, you will see a vast of smiling faces. And these are usually the new parents or grandparents, or even close family friends. Every pair of eyes would be admiring their new little angels, all cocooned up in little blankets to keep them warm.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But, I also learnt that the happiest ward might also be a sad place for some.</span><br /><br />It was on a sunny afternoon when the ward nurse handed me a prescription for a young Indian lady. The doctor had endorsed only a list of medications for the mother, and none for the baby. In the midst of the chatters and laughters of other happy parents in the ward, I spotted the Indian lady whose prescription was in my hand. She was sitting alone on a bench, facing the small garden in between the wards. I approached her, wanting her to acknowledge my presence, but at the same time, fearing that i might be disturbing her from her deep thoughts.<br /><br />She seemed upset while looking at the bag of medications in my hands. I said no words as I sat down next to her. As though talking to a complete stranger, she shared a few words, "<span style="font-style: italic;">She's my second baby, and like the first one, she did not survive immediately after birth</span>."<br /><br />My heart cried out for her when i listened to her. The tired eyes, the weary mood, the wrinkled face - all of which showed me how hard it was to be a mother and to conceive a baby.<br /><br />As I was still lost for words, she continued, "<span style="font-style: italic;">But you know, my dear, life has to go on. My babies have just gone to heaven early. And, I'm now seeing the sun smiling anew. Have you noticed it today?"<br /><br /></span>I didn't answer her. For I was dumbfounded and amazed by her spirit. She was only 32, not much older than I am; but much wiser, much mellower, much stronger in faith.<br /><br />I dispensed the medications to her, still overwhelmed by what she has just said. Her words echoed in my inner ear - "...<span style="font-style: italic;">I'm now seeing the sun smiling anew..."</span><br /><br />She thanked me with a wide smile, and as I left the bench, I finally told her, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Yes I have seen the sun smiling. I have seen it in your smile. I should thank you for that</span>."<br /><br />I came home that day, with one message sent across my mind - at any moment of life when all we see is just darkness, start searching for the light. It is there, it's just how we perceive it. Let it shine unto us. Let it show us the way, so that we will not feel at lost.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWcb-qDUMbHY4zxHLF0n6JjE-t5kFzuZqKlXTMiQL1YLH0hpTQtA5Ox1QWaI4wqGlVsWYnqxphiritnlqhZ732NsuELTbQL39_NctGTs81_EUKuzlimPZLIb6m7f6ZFxtPtnKfxWWdPo/s1600-h/P1020108_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWcb-qDUMbHY4zxHLF0n6JjE-t5kFzuZqKlXTMiQL1YLH0hpTQtA5Ox1QWaI4wqGlVsWYnqxphiritnlqhZ732NsuELTbQL39_NctGTs81_EUKuzlimPZLIb6m7f6ZFxtPtnKfxWWdPo/s400/P1020108_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374315910200965922" border="0" /></a><br />To my best friend who is in grief now for the passing of her loved one, please stay strong, for the sun is always there, smiling at you.<br /><br /><br /></div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-56453628047280929682009-08-21T22:29:00.001+08:002009-08-21T22:30:26.288+08:00May It Be<span style="font-style: italic;">...Mornie utulie</span>,<br />Believe and you will find your way.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mornie alantie</span>,<br />A promise lives within you now...p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-45689753913221573262009-08-16T23:11:00.003+08:002009-08-16T23:29:32.933+08:00My so-called hometown Barista<div style="text-align: justify;">Each time i frequent this particular eating place, the owner never fails to fascinate me with the way he prepares and mixes the drinks for all his customers. He makes coffee, tea and other non-alcoholic beverages, but my favourite is always his hot milo (Malaysian's favourite chocolate malt drink) - with less sugar added.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />But seriously, the sight of him working diligently at his kitchen worktop is so assuring that you know you are going to be served with the best drink which you have ordered. The clatters between the stainless-steel teaspoon and the old porcelain cups is so zestful that you know that guy is stirring your drink with much effort. He spares all his concentration and spends a lot of time preparing each cup of drink, plus he makes sure that he stirs each one for at least 10 to 15 seconds. The best reward is that when you take the first sip of your hot coffee, it wouldnt be over piping hot that it burns your tongue; in fact it would just be at a perfect temperature after much stirring, with a whiff of the coffee sending aroma to your senses.<br /><br />Simply put, I think that man is my favourite Barista in my hometown, and he's best caught in action when one of his hand is holding the ear of the small porcelain cup, and another hand fastened to a stirrer while moving back and forth until the drink in front of him froths up a little.<br /><br />And by the way, he doesn't work in an airconditioned cafe, nor does he work in the Starbucks. He works under the roof of the oldest market in our country, in the heart of my little hometown. Yes, it's Siang Malam of Taiping I'm talking about.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVlbRfLaWi2rlnwPKdk0Dow1xvZclPAk-HYdyIEkPAmsYU_uiCCV-odNB7lplf5kSPKF3jAn2kQkqoEjtJJqG7MHWG8N-Kkh8-xILOQcUBVocqOnnSbHQBjrNbewdO5JWpkOIrKoal6aU/s1600-h/P1040387_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVlbRfLaWi2rlnwPKdk0Dow1xvZclPAk-HYdyIEkPAmsYU_uiCCV-odNB7lplf5kSPKF3jAn2kQkqoEjtJJqG7MHWG8N-Kkh8-xILOQcUBVocqOnnSbHQBjrNbewdO5JWpkOIrKoal6aU/s400/P1040387_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370581396492477442" border="0" /></a><br /></div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-76479554161009299792009-08-11T00:41:00.002+08:002009-08-11T01:01:19.479+08:00Nothing Gold Can Stay<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;">Nature's first green is gold,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Her hardest hue to hold</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Her early leaf's a flower;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But only so an hour.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Then leaf subsides to leaf.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So Eden sank to grief,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So dawn goes down to day.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing gold can stay.</span><br /></blockquote></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Robert Frost (1875-1963) </span></div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-6575547857862767782009-08-09T02:11:00.004+08:002010-09-19T14:35:35.337+08:00the Centipede and the EarthwormJust a night ago,<br />when i sat next to you at bedtime,<br />you were reading out aloud,<br />the story of the Centipede and the Earthworm.<br /><br />I cant help but to smile to myself,<br />at the sight of you, hanging on so well.<br /><br />And today,<br />when you read aloud to those kids,<br />the story of the Centipede and the Earthworm,<br />I cant help but to be so proud of you,<br />And told myself,<br />with God's grace,<br />you will take every single challenge,<br />with complete calmness and wisdom.<br /><br />Be strong, and come what may, I will always be there for you, my dear friend and sister.p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-36117656636503696882009-07-19T23:45:00.001+08:002009-07-19T23:55:43.537+08:00Seascape Escape<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-SvDwPs0J7qxwz2iounNJu_jxinNZsLvxo4GVOn0-J62a93zn32vJDYGGdEXOwv2pBDXwXLK-BYcmQQrTlgxXJu2jGAmOanrVWMRSEs7TLIXnelQMcC36yiIPGiKMsmG8Qs1UTg2TYA/s1600-h/P1030815.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-SvDwPs0J7qxwz2iounNJu_jxinNZsLvxo4GVOn0-J62a93zn32vJDYGGdEXOwv2pBDXwXLK-BYcmQQrTlgxXJu2jGAmOanrVWMRSEs7TLIXnelQMcC36yiIPGiKMsmG8Qs1UTg2TYA/s400/P1030815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360190434739190946" border="0" /></a>
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But on that day, the seascape was so spectacular that it took her breath away. Stunning rock formations illustrated the backdrop of the view. Pristine sandy beaches stretched down as far as the eyes could see. Old wooden boats lined the shore. The whole place was sun-drenched, the sky was illustrated with fluffy clouds, the water was sparkling blue. Well, there’s just something about the Andaman water, she thought.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">A few locals were at work, a couple of tourists were lazing in the sun, a group of kids were frolicking in the water... </p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal">For a moment, all her worries were swept away by the waves. All the uncertainties and the frustrations of life were drowned within the wide open sea. The whole place seemed to vibrate with a positive energy, and she prayed silently, for a quick recovery of her loved one.</p> p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-77324026985730373492009-06-23T00:30:00.004+08:002009-06-23T00:41:49.211+08:00A mile in a while with a smile.I'm moving on,<span style="font-style: italic;"> but i need to move on another mile,</span><br />I'm going slowly, <span style="font-style: italic;">but i know it would take a while,</span><br />I'm looking ahead, <span style="font-style: italic;">but one day, i'll look back and smile.</span>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-20381867501977834322009-06-20T15:05:00.006+08:002009-08-21T23:39:06.151+08:00Money and Emotions<div style="text-align: justify;">It was at the MMI (Millionaire Mind Intensive) seminar by T. Harv Eker, when I was challenged to recall a specific incident from the deepest of my memory - the task was to write down the most intense emotional incident from the past concerning money.<br /><br />I hesitated many times before i finally decided to post this entry today. After all, I have found my courage to share it with more than 3,000 strangers in that seminar, so I asked myself - why not here?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">* * *<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The incident which I am gonna share with everyone here, is merely my own resentment to the circumstances in which I felt very helpless regarding money. Well, what happened was, when i was a student in the UK, i had a dream - a dream to fly my parents to Europe upon my graduation. </span><span style="font-style: italic;">I had some savings, but they were not abundant. I did several things to save more - I worked at the football stadiums, i sold hotdogs at concert, I worked for my university, I saved up much of my allowances from my study sponsor - every measure was to save every penny for my parents' trip. </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Well, the amount I saved was not enormous, but they were eventually sufficient for me to plan a good 3-week Europe trip with the both of them. Of course, it would not be luxurious - a trip which would involve a lot of walking, staying in budget hotels, taking tubes and buses and flying via budget airlines. Despite it being low-cost, I was really anticipating for a good trip together. </span><span style="font-style: italic;">And then, I later learnt an unexpected truth - on the day of my parents' arrival in Europe, I found out what I didn't know earlier on. My dad was actually diagnosed with osteoarthritis when I was away from home... Of course, it hit me immediately that my dad would not be able to enjoy the europe trip as planned for them. How was I suppose to ask my dad to walk around London for 3 consecutive days? How was I suppose to ask him to stay in a budget hotel in Paris, with no escalators? How was I suppose to ask him to climb flights and flights of stairs at the tube stations?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Well, at that moment of time, there was only one thing I could wish for. I wished I had more than enough money - enough to hire limousines and chauffeur my parents around the cities of London and Paris . To put them on a comfortable cruise at one of the most beautiful lakes in Scotland. To fly them to Switzerland on a personal jet, overlooking the Alps. </span><span style="font-style: italic;">When i threw myself back to reality, I just cant help but to feel helpless at that moment. They were all merely a dream."</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">* * *<br /></div><br />No doubt, my parents had a good time altogether. I'm thankful to have great siblings and relatives. Not to mention, i had also a strong support from my last relationship - wc <span style="font-style: italic;">was </span>a great pillar in that particular phase of my life.<br /><br />I attended the seminar last weekend, only to find out that, money was important after all. The subject of money used to be something which I always try to avoid, but right now, it occured to me that, to be financially free is really a great bonus of life.<br /><br />I used to think that money won't buy happiness, but I think my perception has changed somehow. As how a close friend once said, it's how we make use of the money we have. With money, we can do many things which used to be impossible without; for the sake of love, for the sake of a happier life. It's Dad's day tomorrow, Happy Father's Day.<br /></div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-75830035519465329332009-06-08T00:42:00.005+08:002009-06-08T20:06:09.836+08:00Is your diet well 'supplemented'?<div style="text-align: justify;">Recently, I ran into a friend's mother at the lake gardens when she suddenly asked me, "I'm thinking of some fish oil supplements for my health. Do you think they're beneficial? What's the best brand out there?"<br /><br />Well, it took me a few '<span style="font-style: italic;">hmm</span>'s, a couple of '<span style="font-style: italic;">er</span>'s (and perhaps a whole lot more of interjections), before i could really give her an answer!<br /><br />Boy, how uninformed am I about supplements!? Seriously, i should be knowing all these (or so i thought!) - but it occurred to me, I'm really not the type of person who goes for dietary supplements!<br /><br />If you let me have a choice between<br />1) FISH OIL CAPSULES & A SLICE OF SALMON, i would prefer the latter!<br />-or-<br />2) A BOTTLE OF VITAMIN C & A BASKET OF ORANGES, I would also grab the latter (undoubtedly!)<br /><br />Yes, even if it means that i would have to go through the hassle of cooking/grilling the salmon, or peeling all of the oranges!!!<br /><br />Perhaps i just have this obssesive preoccupation about feeding those pills/capsules/formulated products into our digestive tract. Perhaps I just never always have a good perception about taking pills when we are all healthy, or when we have access to a variety of healthy foods around.<br /><br />Thinking over it again, maybe I should really start learning up more about dietary supplements. I believe they will not do more bad than good, as long as we go in moderation in those stuff.<br /><br />To start with, should i experiment myself with some fish oil capsules? These (see picture) are complimentary gift which my senior got from a sales representative, and she was nice enough to share them with her junior pharmacists!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNDebBoxfDOo0vMhXRDI5F65UsxrwEAamV0pSdTrIgEyWgOX6pIBvlatFVl7uljZccA1OF_T9Ns5KQDgGGnU5TGbcP8ayorhcR1mRzD3b2C1QhC1iI6q2xPg6dRJV8FfU8iQoYS-zHRM/s1600-h/P1030702_3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmNDebBoxfDOo0vMhXRDI5F65UsxrwEAamV0pSdTrIgEyWgOX6pIBvlatFVl7uljZccA1OF_T9Ns5KQDgGGnU5TGbcP8ayorhcR1mRzD3b2C1QhC1iI6q2xPg6dRJV8FfU8iQoYS-zHRM/s400/P1030702_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344247714963053442" border="0" /></a><br />And lastly, my stand on dietary supplements:- Yes, they should not be harmful if they are approved and heavily tested for its safety. But the key again should be:- moderation. It's no point spending a huge sum of money on all these stuff. Stick to a healthy diet, eat good foods, and get ample exercises. That should really suffice to lead a healthy living.<br /><br /></div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-62863032164982265612009-05-30T16:54:00.007+08:002009-05-30T22:03:32.587+08:00My thoughts were so loud<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeC9rrkqQV66-331qGjzQV-ZtIJIHFXfSOSdbnd0Ss3AyxY-wBvYpsNJOyBAhkpk6QFaWo9o6ydpeEtP1d2McH994E3ThoNOqvuGyq15cAj-yekzkhpAd6wbsrVhBb28tZC19o5IOV0E/s1600-h/P1030735_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNeC9rrkqQV66-331qGjzQV-ZtIJIHFXfSOSdbnd0Ss3AyxY-wBvYpsNJOyBAhkpk6QFaWo9o6ydpeEtP1d2McH994E3ThoNOqvuGyq15cAj-yekzkhpAd6wbsrVhBb28tZC19o5IOV0E/s400/P1030735_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341617308516031026" border="0" /></a><br /><span>The sun was shining with pride, its rays were piercing the cloud;<br /></span><span>Her mind was floating to hide, its thoughts were talking aloud.</span><br /><br />She lied down on the grass. On her favourite spot. She looked up the sky, everything seemed so peaceful. The leaves were waving in the wind, the air was warm and the breeze was soft.<br /><br />Nearby, sounds of children's laughter filled the air - gleeful yet, mischievous. Sounds of innocence. Sounds of ignorance.<br /><br />She's got no commitment, she's as free as the birds. Her thoughts were so loud, that it's becoming a dream. A dream which will keep her goals in focus.<br /><br />When the world's so large, she knew, she will not stop searching.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"I</span><span style="font-style: italic;">ce-age heat wave, can't complain</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> If the world's at large, why should I remain?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Walked away to another plan</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Going to find another place, maybe one I can stand</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I move on to another day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> To a whole new town with a whole new way</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Went to the porch to have a thought...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I know that starting over is not what life's about</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> My thoughts were so loud." </span><br /><!--ringtones and media links --> <br />-The World At Large by Modest Mousep-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-89429900244026281962009-05-21T00:10:00.006+08:002009-05-21T01:58:21.665+08:00At the least expected time, in the least expected way<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I felt a cold silence. She didn't utter a word at first. But i was determined to break the ice, however thick it was.<br /><br />She was one typical Chinese lady whom my senior pharmacist had counselled previously. I was told that the patient spoke very little Malay and English, and it was difficult to make her understand certain things. She just showed a lack of interest, perhaps it was plainly her indifferent attitude.<br /><br />The vexing point was that - she had been tested HIV-positive, and the HIV team in the hospital thought that she would need to be started on HAART medications to prolong her survival. But of course, the team can't force her to start on these medications unless she was willing to participate.<br /><br />HAART. It is the "Highly Active Anti-Retroviral Therapy". The phrase itself is a big jargon for most patients. In fact, this class of drugs is not like any other drugs you see in a pharmacy:- They are nothing like the normal oral antibiotics which you take for a week, and your infection resolves. They are nothing like the antihypertensives regimen, whereby you can skip a dose or two, and your blood pressure will still be okay. They are nothing like the over-the-counter Panadol, which you can just pop it into your mouth anytime you have a headache.<br /><br />It is a combination of potent antiviral drugs to combat HIV infection. With HAART, it's completely a different challenge for the patient. One would be bound to the medications for a long time, perhaps a life time. He or she can't afford to miss many doses, otherwise the treatment would be deemed useless. Also, the patient must take the dose diligently at a fixed same time everyday. A dose fixed at 8am means it has to be consumed at 8am - no compromise. Not 7.30am, not even 8.30am. Adherence rate should ideally be near perfect, if not perfect. In simpler terms, out of 100 days, the patient can perhaps afford to miss a dose or two? This is to reduce the emergence of HIV strains which are resistant to treatment.<br /><br />And, how was I suppose to tell all these to a 50-year old Chinese lady, everything in layman's term, in a language which she would comprehend? How do i make her understand that she would need the HAART therapy now? My senior stood aside and allowed me to carry out a conversation with the patient. It would be a very sensitive thing to talk about, but I just want to help this particular patient as much as I can.<br /><br />Of course, her initial expression spoke of "<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Why do you people in the whitecoats, never stop bombarding me?"</span>. But after a while, she started to speak more and more. She started to open up. She told almost everything, how devastating it was when she was newly diagnosed. She refused to tell me how she got it, but i respected that. She had a daughter who knew about her condition, but she kept her status a secret from her other family members and friends. She had very limited educational background, and she found it very difficult to understand her condition. To accept the stark truth is already a nightmare, and now she was forced to learn to understand the whole thing.<br /><br />Between her lines of words, it was the pair of eyes, the hopeful eyes in her, which told me an even more important thing - that she still loved herself very much. I held her hands in mine, and I told her, I was going to make her understand everything on that day itself, no matter how much time it would take.<br /><br />I told her what HIV infection was all about. How it got into her body. How it was affecting her immune system cells. And I thought "immune system" would be too big a word for her, so i told her it is equivalent to our "body army". And why she needed the HAART medication as soon as possible to kill the virus, and to strengthen up her body army. It's like a war game. she needed the shield. the drug. to suppress and to combat the enemies. And she had no time to waste - the longer she chose to procrastinate, the weaker her army would become. the stronger her enemies in the body would be.<br /><br />I paused. She looked overwhelmed, muttering some words. I could sense there was still something bothering her. I allowed a moment of silence, after which she finally asked,<br /><br />"<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">How much do I have to pay for all the medications?"</span><br /><br />Looking straight into her eyes, i told her i have both, good and bad, news for her, "<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">The bad news is that, the medications are going to be very expensive, depending on which type, some may be RM500/monthly, while others up to RM1000/monthly. But here's the good news, you'll be subsidised, as long as you promise to be compliant to your medications</span>."<br /><br />Little did she know that this is one of the most rewarding news i've ever broken to anyone else in my entire life. Her whole face lighted up with a faint smile. i could sense that half the burden on her shoulders were off down to the ground now.<br /><br />Before I left, i quietly whispered to her, "<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Over here, we are all open to help you, but you would have to help yourself first</span>". She nodded in agreement, and I felt a soft squeeze in her hand with a smile on her face. She was more a friend to me now than a patient. She was no longer the hostile-looking grumpy lady just a moment ago.<br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">* * *<br /></div><br />What we didnt know too was, at that time when i spoke to her, death was already very near her. Nobody knew, for she was still looking fine. Later on, she had a few other conditions which crept in. She was readmitted again, and this time she didnt make it through the first night of hospitalisation. When my senior broke the news to me over the phone, i just hanged up, biting my lips. I decided to trace her admission record from the office just to find out what happened just before death.<br /><br />I learnt, sometimes things happen at the least expected time, in the least expected way. We just have to appreciate what we have today. </div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-17795743033137931982009-05-15T04:15:00.009+08:002009-05-19T20:26:08.406+08:00The Piazza<div align="justify">Today, I watched Angels & Demons.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="justify"><br />And, I was bowled over by the extent to which the movie-makers go in filming a fiction novel, covering so many places of Rome in the entire 2-hour show. Of all, I think I love the view of St Peter's Square (Piazza San Pietro) the best.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="justify"><br />I believe one of the best views of the piazza is from the dome of St Peter's Church - A height of about 140 metres should promise you a good view of the entire piazza, and even most parts ot the Vatican City. To get that view, you would first need to climb many flights of stairs before you can reach the cupola - the top of the dome.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="center">* * *</div><div align="justify">I still remember how spontaneously we decided to make our way up to the dome. Even if it meant we had to climb a seemingly endless flights of steps. even if we had to squeeze through the narrow passageways. I didn't know if I would ever develop claustrophobia, but what i strongly knew was - I wanted to see St Peter's Square from the dome of the church.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="justify"><br />The walls along the steps were tilted that sometimes I had to bend my body and walk on a slant with each step I made. The walls actually tilt in such a way that the dome was built. The steps felt ancient and old - some were uneven with many tiny holes. some were shiny, smoothened by the feet of throngs of climbers. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="justify"><br />When we finally got to the top, I found myself walking around near the ceiling of the dome. I walked many rounds repeatedly, and it was nice to learn to appreciate Michelangelo's art, as depicted on the mosaic murals on the ceiling.<br /></div><div align="justify"><br />But the best part at the cupola was to walk out to the outside of the dome, as my eyes marvelled at the world's famous St Peter's Square, for it was simply phenomenal. The Bernini's baroque design, the centre obelisk, the standing statues, the surrounding pillars and the curvy arches. They were all majestic, a great place for congregations of a huge number of people.<br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96xkUfB8yT2JiW9bbFEy8CgeQAr5cy8pPaECIto3FTk0VoDjszVK7DY0Hk0UziPTctv21Ge_IYAtx105RnVKFzxQAILGlyp5hjNfWDfbLRF0nxnXu4oDAFz5a73bctwvkXpG-FIGICBE/s1600-h/P1020189_crop2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh96xkUfB8yT2JiW9bbFEy8CgeQAr5cy8pPaECIto3FTk0VoDjszVK7DY0Hk0UziPTctv21Ge_IYAtx105RnVKFzxQAILGlyp5hjNfWDfbLRF0nxnXu4oDAFz5a73bctwvkXpG-FIGICBE/s400/P1020189_crop2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335783737020165298" border="0" /></a><em>This is one picture which i would always keep - the facade of the world's largest church - a view which i would not possibly forget.<br /></em><br />* * *</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="justify">I've not read the novel, so I have nothing much to comment about the story plot in the film. But there are definitely several things which caught me by surprise - I did not know that a secret underground passageway connecting the Castle San Angelo and the Vatican City actually exists! Well, it would be something interesting if it really does! And, it's amusing to see the Swiss Guards playing around with guns and all - i thought they would look better off with flamberges instead!<br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />Well, if you ask me to watch the film again, i wouldnt say no!</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-21716997668209726562009-05-10T02:55:00.002+08:002009-05-10T10:14:51.121+08:00A different taste of work<div style="text-align: justify;">There's just something different about the department I am working in now. It is the Hospital Procurement Unit (it is also glamourously called the "Store" since we keep many many things there!). It's the unit whereby we procure and supply items for all the departments in the hospital - everything, from drugs to non-drug items.<br /><br />It's nothing like the Clinical ward Pharmacy, the Outpatient Dispensary/pharmacy, the Inpatient ward supply, the TDM or TPN departments. It is a separate entity altogether, another community physically away from the other departments in the hospital.<br /><br />The contradicting thing about this department is that:<br /><br />1. Here, we meet no patients, <span style="font-style: italic;">but </span>we meet a lot of sales representatives from various drug companies.<br /><br />2. Also, we receive no prescriptions, <span style="font-style: italic;">but </span>we receive a lot of letters and documents, all legal and official.<br /><br />3. Not to mention, we receive no phone calls asking for "Hey, what's the dose of Chlorpromazine for intractable hiccups?", <span style="font-style: italic;">but </span>we get phone calls asking for "Hey, what's the stock level of Chlorpromazine in our Store?"<br /><br />4. And, we do not count medications by the number of pills, <span style="font-style: italic;">but </span>we count them by the number of boxes in which they are contained!!<br /><br />The first impression i got from colleagues about working in Store were - lots of paper work. lots of letters and faxes. lots of recording, lots of red-tape. lots of stock-counting. everything that is to describe the department with one single adjective - mundane.<br /><br />Well, i must admit that during the first week, i was all bored to the bones. Whenever seniors from other departments need a relief and they asked me for the favour, i would happily do so. But now it's coming to the fourth week of my posting in the Store, and i think i am starting to see the beauty of working in this department. It has some fine touch of experience which i would not possibly get elsewhere.<br /><br />I observed and learnt how my senior pharmacists deal with the influx of sales representatives (yes, these sales reps come to us, armed with high persuasion skills, so that we purchase their products!). Also i learnt from my seniors, how to estimate the monthly usage of drugs - eg how quickly does our hospital use up Unasyn injections? We have many drug and non-drugs items (perhaps hundreds or even thousands of them), and it is really sometimes a very difficult, nevertheless important, task to monitor the item movement. I learn how to deal with expired or almost expired products, especially if there is a big bulk of them! We try our very best, to minimise loss. After all, it's the tax-payers' money alright.<br /><br />Also, I learn about how expensive certain drugs are? I heard there is one type of vaccine which may cost up to half the price of a MyVi!? Of course it's not available in our hospital right now. And, how difficult to procure some other rare drugs? Sometimes we have to go through a whole lot of procedures just to get one particular type of drug for one particular patient.<br /><br />To me, this department is metaphorically equivallent to the 'backbone' for all other departments in the entire hospital. If say Store was to become non-functional, there will be no drugs (and non-drug items) for the wards, operating theatres, and clinics! That means every other departments will not be able to function as well, yea?<br /><br />I think i'm going to miss my time there. I had good time with my colleague, my seniors, other employees in the office. Even the cleaner and the guard are very nice people - they always smile at me early in the morning!<br /><br />Now, why did I even think of applying leave this Monday even though I am just going to stay home and rot?</div>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-78111205780126343482009-05-03T12:37:00.005+08:002009-05-03T14:48:04.672+08:00It's Green!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3T8RuFZ8-Nk8lg23S0A2Zhq5qoicAYKXPJQ1kAhmBZ3FX3lyheemM_K5Yo9fikkQPlkvv_v-YurChFXmRBF2WjW1tgN3-RkGcyLgapV2sn6KrfaFHH-ZxVOafRzPgy-MjET0onirvekc/s1600-h/IMG_3104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3T8RuFZ8-Nk8lg23S0A2Zhq5qoicAYKXPJQ1kAhmBZ3FX3lyheemM_K5Yo9fikkQPlkvv_v-YurChFXmRBF2WjW1tgN3-RkGcyLgapV2sn6KrfaFHH-ZxVOafRzPgy-MjET0onirvekc/s400/IMG_3104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331471555135583970" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> Throughout the two weeks of our first ever trip away from homeland, i remembered that i never stopped commenting on his green Converse. I kept irritating him that it's an ugly green and he, indeed, has a bad taste!<br /><br />So much of a sister! Well, we grew up fighting after all! Of all the children, he and I have the nearest age gaps - 2 years apart is close enough to make us share innumerable things together - from childish fights, to intellectual, and even emotional exchange.<br /><br />But today, as i browsed through the picture albums again, i thought to myself, they are not too bad-looking actually! Hehe. I hope this remark about your favourite shoes is a good birthday gift for you this year!<br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(Yet, i think my beaded flip-flops are still nicer HAHA, but Happy birthday anyway!)</span></span>p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7329085078217494744.post-27081987287313396662009-05-02T23:31:00.004+08:002009-05-02T23:53:34.370+08:00Dear you,You have my blessing...<br /><br />And I am taking a turn.p-Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15721469090161717539noreply@blogger.com0