Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Here we are all in different places from which the last blog post saw us. One's started anew half a world away. One's a retail boss. One's getting married. One's a selling artist. And here I am, wondering where I've been and where I'm going, far from home though I am - yet not far enough from the life of the past five years. And so it is...

Just like you said it would be

Life goes easy on me
Most--of the time

And yet we've always known pharmacy isn't in our blood. It's too bread and butter, hide behind the counter, license is power. Maybe this blog hasn't been updated for a while because pharmacy has ceased to be part of our lives.

I have't done my best in the race, I haven't run my full distance, and I have been woefully deficient in keeping the faith. I'm not sure whether anyone still expects me to try. It's been five years, and I've done my duty enough for me to let go and dig my hands into earth, get some wounds that are more than papercuts.

Meanwhile, I leave you with some more choice names for patients here in my little corner of the world:

Dunhill
Johny anak Albert Einstein
Bruce Willis
Mel Gibson
Leonell Messi


Sunday, 27 May 2012

In every way that counted, I was dead. Inside somewhere maybe I was screaming and weeping and howling like an animal, but that was another person deep inside, another person who had no access to the lips and face and mouth and head, so on the surface I just shrugged and smile and kept moving. If I could have physically passed away, just let it all go, like that, without doing anything, stepped out of life as easily as walking through a door I would have done. But I was going to sleep at night and waking in the morning, disappointed to be there and resigned to existence.” 
― Neil GaimanFragile Things

Monday, 2 April 2012

I keep thinking back of the things that I could have done or should have done to save this.

Is it my fault, was it my fault?

Was I always absent?

Did I not do enough?

Wasn't my love strong enough for this to work out?

Am I not good enough for you?

If it wasn't, why did you do this to me?

Did I deserve this?


Because I don't know anymore


Saturday, 14 January 2012

the little things I should learn to enjoy

Patient: OMG! YOU GAVE ME ONLY ONE MONTH! THE DOCTOR SAID THAT HE WILL GIVE ME FOUR MONTHS!

Kimi: No worries, mister! You can just come and collect from us! You don't have to see the Dr. next month. Just come to the pharmacy with this prescription.

Patient: But, but...

Kimi cuts in : Isn't that easy? We are efficient and you don't have to see the Dr. until your appointment!Just come to the counter and collect your medication with this prescription.

Patient: Oh boy! It's that easy! What a deal! *walks away

And that's how you deal with demanding patients. Make them feel like they are winning. ;)

Monday, 17 October 2011

Monday, 3 October 2011

Saturday, 3 September 2011

lynas


Since the Lynas issue is an issue close to my heart and malaysians are a bunch of fucking ignorant retards, I vote we go ahead with LYNAS.

However I would also like to make a suggestion to the authorities. We move the LYNAS plant to say like I dunno, Taman Tun Dr. Ismail. Yeah. I mean like you all say no radiation right, it's not dangerous, the people in Kuantan don't want it, the people in Kuala Lumpur has nothing against it, so move it there la. Win-win situation. Then we'll start seeing people flip the fuck out.

And no offense taman tun people, I'm from there myself, but the level of ignorance/apathy among you guys is pissing me off. So perhaps we should start a petition: Have Lynas in KUALA LUMPUR. I'll vote for it.

In fact I can't wait. When the issue of the LRT came up and they wanted to build it through Taman Tun, the residents went into panic mode and started protesting and they actually changed their plans. So you know what this means? There are rich and powerful people staying there. And right now they don't give a fuck about the Lynas issue. So you want them to start bucking up? Put it in their backyard and wait with a bucket of popcorn in your hand.

Here's a little advice to you people out there. Young, trendy KL people from the private sector especially ( no reason why, personal bias). I am not sure you will be able to understand this concept, but I'll try my best to explain it to you in simple terms. Here goes, you ready? Try and understand it okay, it might be difficult but do try. So here goes: THE WORLD DOESN'T REVOLVE AROUND YOU, SO THE NEXT TIME YOU ARE GOING ME,ME, ME ALL THE TIME...WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO AND SCREW YOURSELF. Seriously.

Eat shit and die la