Wed
May
30
Nothing pisses me off more than automated toilets. Toilets that flush on their own.
I was just about to take a bomb and have prepared the ground by laying toilet paper to prevent back splash. As I got up to take more toilet paper, the toilet bowl flushed on its own, nulling the work that I have done and thus and I had to relay the ground all over again.
Mon
May
28
This week is going to be crazy. The unholy 66 hour work week. This is not counting the hours that I’m spending studying for my exam on Monday.
Yes, the money is good but it is very mentally and physically draining. It is just the end of the first day of the week and I am exhausted. A 13.5 hour work day is seriously no joke. I am not meant to work this hard.
Sat
May
26
You and I: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJR8Inf77Ac&feature=relmfu
Heart the dance move at 3:08. Full of aegyo.
A brief search on youtube shows many other wannabes trying to copy her dance with a result of dancing with stiff and awkward movements. I closed the browser just one second into the wannabes video, as fast as my eyes look at another direction when I see a fat chick in spandex, or aunties on the public transport wearing hot pants.
Tue
May
22
Day: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeqdYqsrsA0
Night: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GRP1rkE4O0
I have been listening to these song on repeat for the 10,000th time depending on the time of the day. Music does wonders in terms of affecting one’s mood. Sad and slow songs at night and fast and upbeat songs while exercising. The bipolarity of music is just what I need to pull through the days.
The description of the day song is astute: No doubt IU’s mind-blowing vocals and her timid yet cute performance will make the hearts of all male fans race for her.
And as for the night song, somehow, it has a very chilling and depressing effect when I listen to it during the witching hour in the midst of studying for my upcoming exam.
Mon
May
21
I am, a photographer, a pharmacist and a teacher. I read, write, exercise and study. I started going back to church on saturdays. I am a christian.
I wear many hats. Sometimes, I dip my fingers into so many things that I lack focus. I want to do everything, but I lack time. Sometimes, giving up something gives you a greater freedom to pursue another thing. For example, a pianist may pump in 8 hours of practice a day. This means that he sacrifices his freedom to do other things, but he is actually pursuing a greater freedom in playing master pieces.
I need to think about which hat I want to wear. After all, I only have one head.
Sat
May
12
Avengers was good.
Tony Stark: He was an idiot!
Steve Rogers: He was doing his job!
Tony Stark: For taking Loki alone, he was out of his league!
Steve Rogers: Is this the first time you’ve lost a soldier?
Tony Stark: We are not soldiers! I am not marching to Fury’s fife!
As Tony Stark says, we are not soldiers. And I agree. In the great complexities of life, I am not a soldier. I fight for myself, I earn my own keep, I am not a philanthropist, I do not have great compassion, I am not self-sacrificial and I do not care.
So what the heck am I still on planet earth for.
Mon
Apr
30
As usual, the top of my body is spinning at the end of the day again, after trying to solve 4 miserable questions, for which my agony lasted for almost 2 hours. I realise that my mind is not as sharp as before, and I blame that primarily on the army and secondarily on age. 2 years of mind numbing exercises and the intelligence sapping helmet just makes you dumb at the end of the day. Somehow, I just transform to a zombie when I wear my army uniform. The vacant eyes, the flat brain wave signals, the expressionless face are all hallmarks of a 3G soldier.
Thank goodness tomorrow is a holiday. I can finally try to catch up with my back log of work. This break is as refreshing as drinking green tea on the swiss alps. I honestly probably wouldn’t make it through this week if not for the break as work starts to flood even faster than the canals in orchard road on a dark and stormy night.
Sad as it can be as one finds delight in a holiday so that he can finish his work. Life can be such a bitch at times. As some wise crackhead once said, you just have to ditch the bitch.
Mon
Apr
23
There are two broad classifications of medicines in the market, the generic medicines and the branded medicines. The branded medicines, as the name suggests, has a brand to it and is more expensive. For example, paracetamol, the magic pill which you pop like candies due to work related stress, is branded as panadol. The generic, is just called, as any half brainer would have guessed, paracetamol.
I recently bought a ton of generic paracetamol tablets to aid my throbbing head at the end of the day. Sad to say, there is a difference between the branded paracetamol and generic paracetamol. Once I placed the generic paracetamol in my mouth, it acquired the distinctive trait of a m&m candy - melt in your mouth. This is annoying to no end because you would start tasting the bitter medicine, as compared to a branded panadol where the coating is still intact and there isn’t a taste when you swallow it.
The generic medicine manufacturers just don’t give two hoots about adding more binders in the paracetamol tablet so that it doesn’t behave like a m&m. The generic seems to be shedding powder also when I broke it from the blister pack. This just shows that when you pay peanuts, you get T.T Durai.
Mon
Apr
16
For those who are following running man, you would know who is song ji hyo. This is an amusing dance (hot issue) by her: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-0-lkpYJ9lM
I’ve borrowed the name of the dance for today’s title. Hot issue. And the hot issue for today is that the wards are freaking hot. One thing that they never tell you about the pharmacy profession is that you have to wear your lab coat around in the hospital, all in the name of looking like mr.professional.
Due to the global warming hot issue, and with our country being right smacked in the middle of the equator, this means that we get the full blast of mr.sun. I estimate that temperatures in the ward easily get over 34 degrees. Couple that with a white jacket that you wear and this just becomes a deadly cocktail of heat stroke. The unholy trinity of working environment 1) no aircon, 2) wear white coat, and 3) poor ventilation leaves me drenched in sweat just after a few minutes.
The hot temperature just fries my brain every single time and leaves me agitated to no end. To make things worse, the canteen in the hospital has no air con as well. This means that 99% of my working hours is spent without experiencing any air con. The 1% is probably when I walk pass an A class ward or something.
For the current generation of geniuses who come up with state of the art technology like retina display for the new ipad, you would have thought that they would also invent something to make life easier in the tropical climate. But no, the status quo still remains and those in it just burn in silence.
