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Woo hoo! Finally! Last placement. Ever. *deep breath*

It was all good.

 

 

I made them a photo frame with everyone photos in it, including the flower from JT and scones from ET. I can’t left the food behind after all, yeh? *wink*

 

 

Again and again, I am very lucky to work a bunch of nice people. They are alot matureer than me. At first, I was abit nervous. I wasn’t sure if we all will get along. But, my prediction always went wrong. We all clicked so well. They share their life experience with me.  Where they used to work, parenting experiences, relationship, cooking, sex life *ahem*. Nice — in Borat’s stylo.

 

 

The questions I got asked the most were : How’s thing going when you work with Kian?  How does it look like? Did you guys ‘DO’ it? Did you guys kiss?

We both think it was abit weird at the first, espcially during the first day. We both woke up in the morning. He went to work at 9am. I meet him at work after half an hour. We both work together. Erm..

But we get along very well. It IS exactly like doing cooking together in the kitchen. When I chop the vege, Kian puts the butter away. When Kian does the dishes, I put the other lot of dishes away. When I clean up the mess, he cleans the bin.Perfect. 

For the last 2 questions. He kissed me forehead. Yes, I was tired. I dealt with grumpy customer. The “DO” part? NEH! Didn’t get to go THAT far. A bit dissapointed, but nevermind.   

 

 

I have plenty of wonderful moments. I am pleased. I don’t give a damn so much about how much I learn in a clinical placement. I believe every students like us will somehow learn abit from here and there. For me, ultimately it is all about getting along well with people and having FUN!

 

 

Gerald provided me heaps of guidances during my placementship. We chatted alot. He laughed his head off when I told him my meet-the-parents experience. He told my School Unit Coordinator that I am very cheecky.

 

 

The best thing about my job is talking to people (!) Yay.–> so that I don’t need to stay infront of the computer all day like a bloody nerd *ngek*

 

 

Another best part of the placementship was one of Gerald’s old friend baked a whole big tube of chives and cheese scones for me!!!!! Seriously yummie. I was absolutely touched. [chao1 ji2 gan3 dong4] I was only for the 6th weeks after all. I feel sooo loved. uH!

 

 

 

 

 

It was so good, it was so BOM-CHICKA-WAH WAH!!

 

For more:
First clinical rotation placement — SJOG Subiaco
Second clinical rotation placement — Chemmart Extra

 

Placebo is a newsletter of National Pharmacy Student Association (NAPSA). It get published every two months to all the branches of Pharmacy Student Association in Australia.

I don’t usually pay much attention to Placebo. However, Volume 12, Issue 2 2007 is an exception. I even collected few copies, sending them home for my mum, aunties. Very exciting, yeh?

 

 

Why so exciting? Because, nearly 99% of the photos from NAPSA Congress 2007 (Melbourne) in this particuar issue was taken by me! I was so happy to see my photos too! 

And …and… *drum roll*

Placebo featured me in this issue (!!!)  The very last page, editor Rhyan Stanley used up quater of the page, saying Thank You to me.*so moved wanna cry*

 

 

I never expected such a big Thank You..I just do what I love, and for those whom I love.

I must admit, this is the ONLY Placebo I’m keeping and flipping thru’ the most. All the memories and experience..simply priceless! 

To view this issue of Placeco,or to count how many times my name and face popped out in this issue,  CLICK HERE ;P

I chew my nails when I’m stressed. Or it is my bad habbit since I was young. I tried almost every products and methods to stop myself from chewing nails, but nah, it is just not happening. It is an on-off habbit. I don’t chew nails on Summer and Winter holiday, yeah..’cos nothing much to stress about during happy holiday. I chew almost everything off when I have exams coming up.

Wherever, whenever..just like those smokers–you light up a ciggi when you are waiting for a people/cab, stressing out,  watching movie (provided ciggarate is not banned in cinema).. And yeah..restless leg syndrome is abit like that as well-these ppl shake their leg ALL the time. The later is more like a pathological and medical problem.

 

 

Those were my nails when I gone crazy. It can be as short as few milimeters!! It is very painful. It stings when I wash my hands, or even when I dry my hand under drier. It is like some kinda of neuroceptic pain.  I always deeply regreted it after.. but my guilt doesn’t stop me from chewing nails either. *I don’t understand myself either*

My excuse is: alas! Better than those people who addict to nicotine or dexy, riiight? *alasan*

 

 

For this point of time, before I start chewing my nails again. [Yeah, I’m stressing out over here.] So, I decided to put on whole set of acrylic nails (again). I tried this before, its efficacy sustained abit longer. At least, unlike those chemical product, man! They are so bitter!! Some of them even contain chemical that make you nausea!! Too bad, I get used to the taste pretty quickly. *sigh*

 

 

So, I am the one started setting fire on my own arse, right? Therefore, I have to tanggung all the consequences by myself. One of the shitty things is, I can’t type on mobile phone keypad as much I usually do. *cheepiet* It is abit painful, and really, I don’t want to break my newly put on acrylic nail. If the new fake nail drops off, the pain lagi kill me!

 

 

Another problem is: wearing and removing  contact lenses is a b*tch! Look at this photo…and if you do wear contact lenses..imagine there is a piece of plastic contacting your cornea… dot dot dot. Geli right?

 

 

Anyhoo, when I have acrylic nail one, it certainly ‘upgrade’ me abit. I can say this to Kian: Ney! can you throw the rubbish pls, I have my acrylic nails on. Can you pls do my dishes pls? Can you pls help me to do this and that, this and that pls..and that! and that! and this…..yeah, because I have acrylic nails, honey. *insert puppy eyes* :P

 

 

At the end of the day, I really don’t like the idea of chewing nail and then using acrylic nails to fix this problem of mine. This scenario is exactly like those ppl who abuse drugs, and have had to go to rehad to get rid of that sh*t. Sigh..at the end of the day, if I won’t want to go thru’ this problem, why on earth, Cynth, you started at the first place? am asking myself.

*itchy arse*

Woohoo! I’ve finished my second clinical placement. 7-weeks full time internship. Er, not really 7 weeks for me. I threw few sickies in here and there, so I guess it had been 6 weeks or so?

I have such a great time working in Gossie even there is no money coming in and filing up my broken wallet. Heck! It was all about experience, and I have a fantastic one! What else I can ask for?

Last day at work. Thank Buddha, it wasn’t all emotional. We all know we are going to see each other in real soon. Plus, I’m sick (again). My brain aint functioning well for almost everything. pfft.

Anyway… last day at second placement.

 

 

I received a few pressie from the staffy… Look! There are sunflowers everywhere–the ballon and the card. I love sunny things.. yellow=sunshine=happiness=YAYness!!  

 

 

The card got lotsa writtings from the staffy.

Preceptor: 

 

 

She is very nice. She was the one help me to get a job for my next year pre-reg. 

 

 

Best thing about her is.. *ahem*. Look at the marks she gave me. soooo wondeRRRRful, right? I just couldn’t help to save this copy of marking assessment before sending back to uni. This will be  museum collectable item in 10 years time

9/10, 10/10… oh doh! The almost perfect 99.9999% me *shiok-ness* Comment me until sooo good. I seriously kembang besar–just like the ballon.

 

 

Manager: 

 

 

 

 

Other staffy: 

 

 

We always spank each other arses.  

Looking at my photos.. need I say more about those crazy things I’ve done at work? hehe.

 

 

 

 

another one… 

 

 

 

 

Sweet

 

 

 

 

Gorgeous babe and me 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is a card with lotsa writtings. Aw man.. I ‘ve been reading it all over and over since I got it. I briefly read thru’ the card at work ‘cos I didn’t wanna ‘cry’ at work. deep down in my heart…my tears flow like no-body-business. *what a sentimental biatch I am*

Alllllas! How can I not being touched and sentimental? They even gave me a big comfy slipper in for me as farewell. I was soo happy and excited, and guess what? I wore them once I jumped in the car, drove them all the way home. If I were permited, I probably would wear them the moment I got ‘em at work. Haha! so comfy.

 

 

and it is YELLOW!! My favourite sunshine color!

I feel soooo loved.

 

This post got me into thinking for abit.  

BOX 1: 18 or so

Ryan celebrated his 18th birthday last week. 18 is a legal number. Big deal hey. But it wasn’t for me. I have no idea what I did. I completed high school, gotten myself another kick-arse results. Dad and mum were proud of me. But I clearly remember my feeling; I was numb. It was soooo miserable for me at that time. I didn’t really know where I ended up going after that.

 

 

18 wasn’t legal in back home, I still managed to sneak into the pubs, night clubs with my college friends.  *notty*

 

 

It was another learning experience for me–transforming myself from nerd to geek(?)  

 

 

I was in Penang. I partied quite abit, except my parents weren’t there.  My dad never restrict me much, as long as I’m doing well, I am protecting myself, everything is fine.

 

  

 

 

I didn’t go thru much on my 18, if i studied abit harder, I probably won’t be sitting here doing drugs, I guess. But hey! no regrets. 

 

 

BOX 2: Twenty something.

Time flies.

I don’t mind telling people how old I am. The thing is, when you tell ppl the exact numbers, people have certain expectation from you. Especially ppl like me got baby face *cough* and it is not easy to tell my age. Once they find out, their eyes screen your head till the bottom of your toe. AH!!!! They think your age doesn’t match your face.. then the bitchness kicks in,  they will then expect you to get married by now, pregnant *touch wood*, or at least you have an unit or something.

Do all these matter? *celaka sial*

Hey! I am 20-something, so what? *yeah lahhhh! so WHAT?*

I’m going out with Kian for 6 years, I just about finish uni this yr, I’m not married yet, I haven’t buy myself a unit, no much penny in my saving account (AUD4.89 is numbers to be exact). But hey, I am happy. I’ve done quite abit. Maybe they aint outstanding achievement or anything. But everything I do, I do it well.

You see, you see..this is what I call ‘pressure’ from those stranger aunties. =.=|||

 

 

 Alas…self-denial number one here. OK, I admit. I do get worried abit. I am 20-something. I’m in love and I feel loved all the time. But still, I have nothing. Love is not bread rice,right? It wont “fuel” you up. *Chinese eats rice more than bread*

 

 

 

I don’t know where my optima optimistic  mentality had lead me to? The happy simple and contented life or the reality world that talk about money all the time? pffft

 

 

BOX 3: Nearly 30 or over.

I am not sure what’s happening down the road. I was asked by a friend, can you see yourself in 5 years time? Wau lau? You think what? I have magic eyes ah? See, another denial fact. I just don’t want to admit I’m  20-something, and I have to make important decision in my life– what to do? where to go?  Deep down, I am younger than 18. A hopeless 18. *sigh* yet happy *wink*

Hang on a sec.. general speaking, ppl in their 30s meant to be doing well in their career? what happen if they don’t? How do you actually judge your age to the society standard? Is that neccessary anyway?

The more I talk about this age thingy, the more I freak myself out.

“ONE POWER BALL FOR ME PLS!!”

BOX 4: the 40-ish.

The dude behind the mask is *ahem* 

 

 

It was a dress-up birthday party. As you can see..there is an alien walking around town. 

 

 

I never get any worrier for this 40 something thingy. My mum is in her 40s. She looks perfectly beautiful still for her age. Ppl think she is in her 30s. I am happy! I have her gene.  So, no worries myte.

 

 

Alas.. 18, 20 ish, 29, 30, 42 are all beautiful numbers. As long as you have done enough for the day, collecting the good karma, I guess we all will be fine, right?

Seriously? Seriously… Seriously!!?? Serisouly. (?)

 

I never admited I am a book-worm, because I am not really one. I enjoy reading, as much as I enjoy party/night life. When I am by myself, I enjoy carrying a book with me, and read it slowly.

The time when I read heaps it was the time when I was still living with my mum and dad. That’s the place where I have my own room, own cupboard, and a big space underneath the bed that able to keep few more boxes of books.

It was the time I gone crazy with Chinese literature, too.

*part of my collection*

 

 

I have heaps of super old literature from my mum and uncles. These books were collected since ~1970s. Mum read them in high school, then passed over to her brother, and then me, I suppose. 

 

 

I was a big fan of Jing1 Yong1 since I was 12, 13 years old. I am a slow reader, still I am. But I managed to finish reading ONE book/night. That’s how insane I was. The author writes beautiful stories–combination of war, politic, romance, religions, UH! It was absolutely fantastic! 

 

 

Among these book, this is one of my favorite: ‘A-Q Zheng4 Juan4′. It had been categorised as mild politic literature. I kept reminding myself I won’t be one of the Chinese character from this book. I want to get out from the shadow of traditional conservative oriental society. This explains well why I didn’t survive well when I was a teen. I questioned and I raised my voice alot in a conservative society. I wanted to know WHY I couldn’t really do what I want. Because of my age? because I was a girl? Because of WHAT?

Thanks go to both my very understanding parents..They both understand what the kids really need, and what we should deserved. We were very lucky to be educated in different way.

 

 

Another favorite of mine: Chou3 Rou4 de Zhong1 Guo2 Ren2. (translate: The Ungly China Chinese People)  

 

 

During my junior high, it was the time I started looking for a religion. I thought I needed one. I knew religion could be a BIG thing in my life, and it can be a forever-ever thing as well. I wanted to make a right decision like how you want to choose the right boyfriend/husband   so I started and did plenty of research. I read approximately 200 religious literature in 365 days. Finally, I’ve choosen Buddha. *amitaba*

 

 

It is the only religion that says you don’t need a religion if you don’t need one. Everything you do are depend on yourself, there is no gods (and fear). The results are purely depend on you (and karma). The whole universe is closely linked. bla bla bla. Lotsa educaters (including myself *ahem*) reckon Buddhism, strictly speaking is not a religion, it is more to a Philosophy, Education.

 

 

Beside politics, religions..I enjoy movie literature. ‘Ba4 Wang2 Bie2 Ju1′ is one of them. The story involves the romance between two men. Read that when I was 14. I remember I cried at the end of the story. Siao! Love is everywhere..woman, man are all human being. *sob sob* 

 

 

Oh well, I am not a drama queen after all. I do read lotsa HAPPY books. I always enjoy jokes, funny stories.. they just keep me going and going. And yes! Chinese do have the funny side of them, not everyone are bored and dry like an old prune.  

 

 

Speaking of dry old prunes…those ‘Lao3 Zi, Kong3 Zi, Meng4 Zi, Zhuang1 Zi’ are the old prunes back in 3 milleniums ago. When I was in junior high, I knew they were bunch of nice people who wrote nice literature..heck! I never undestood what was going on, so I read them in comic version.  :)

 

 

Beside, PING TAN comic is my favorite. All time favorite. The author origin from Bukit Mertajam, (not quite) graduated from Jit Sin High School. He is a legend.  

 

 

Magazine was one my obsessions. Jiao Feng is one of them.

 

 

They were collected since 1994..I back-date purchased from the  puplishcation. 463 edition was a gift from Li3 Jing4 De2, an author from the magazine. He is a Buddhist Sangka named Shi4 Kai1 Yi4.

 

 

488 Edition was the ‘last’ edition back in 1990s. But Jiao Feng was reborn after years!! Hoooray! There is no way Malaysian Chinese literature can go without Jiao Feng.  

 

 

I did write too. This is the only piece of crap work. I couldn’t find the rest of them. Back in old days, I wrote everything on paper (gao4 zi3), and send them to puplishcation. Everytime they pay me , my parents would top up the same amount money. Hence this was how I manage to buy soooo many books at my teen.

 

 

Writting and reading is not about money…it is part of the friendship. Sometimes, I received cards from local authors, they gave me the motivation to keep me going. How cool is that? I feel loved. 

 

 

 

Do you still remember Got One Magazine? This is their FIRST edition (pulishcation) ever! I’m still having it! Is this “Got One” same as the Got One Mag from internet? 

 

 

Now if you asking, what am I reading. A.M.H — Australian Medicine Handbook.

Pharmacology is my new religion, I workship Pharmacotherapy, and I practice Code of Ethic of Pharmacy. and and and..I am a nerd! –noooooo way!!!!

I still read bits and pieces everywhere, somehow I am still not the person who can go along with iBooks. Erm..where is the good ol’ day literature?  

I don’t read as much as I did… but I do pick up one or two, and make use of them. Life is too short for other crap, if you know what I mean?

So now you tell me..what’s your favorite literature?

 

I is Baby Foo, obviously.  

I managed to find quite a few numbers of my childhood photos in my old album back home. Those photos are reproduced using Canon S3, the quality aint that good. Some are OK, some are not. If I have scanner when I was back in Bagan Serai, I swear I will have at least hundreds of photos of me!

So, this is me.

 

  

I have heaps of photo of me and mum. Mum loves photo (and sweet memories) !! She took heaps of photos of us! I believe I inherit this particular DNA code from her. Erm, If I have a chance, I will scan our WHOLE family album.

 

 

With mum again. Mum doesn’t seem to change much since many years ago except she no longer wear this humungous glasses

 

 

I can’t believe the baby is ME! Do I? Did I? Grow up sooooo much?

With grandpa.

I was the first and the only daughter of my parents, and grandchild of both maternal and paternal grandparents. Naturally, I kena (was) spoilt like no-body-business. I am lucky enough that my family members are not those ol’ days typical traditional Asians who favor male more than female. Lagi!! I kena spoilt BIG TIME lah!!

So, you can tell why I am so spoilt and ‘manja’.

With my late grandpa — he was one of my role models in my family. He taught me lotsa things when I was young. Not those ABC, 123 thing. It was all about the grown-up fink–social, politic etc.  He told me it was going to be useful in my future. Sadly, I only realised their usefulness these years.

 

 

Told you! I was spoilt big time! My family members had my 1st birthday party for me. Alas! These adults ah! Enjoying themselves only lah!

Can you spot a young dude wearing a white shirt, standing behind mum? it is my dad!!! He was and he is still a handsome man!

 

 

My childhood friends –Xing Jun, Siew Hwa, Ting Ting. Xing Jun supervised me in debate competition when I was in high school. She is very inspiring. Siew Hwa, nickname Ah Gal whom I spent PLENTY of my childhood time with her. She was our baby sitter’s relative, we used to love together too!   

 

 

My aunty who is now mother of two little cute boys. Remember Kit Chai and Zi Tao? 

 

 

 I was a tom-boy head when I was young. And I am still one.

 

 

I love this little elephant top! So much of a ’character’ 

 

 

My uncle (mum’s youngest brother). He is a smart-ass and very brainy too.  

 

  

 

 

With my aunty (mum’s sister). We were (and are) very close. When I was young, she treated me like a baby, a young lady who knew nothing. But now hey! All my aunties (include dad’s sister) are my GIRLFRIENDS!  We talk about everything!

 

 

I can’t believe I ‘did’ this!! Lift the skirt half way and pose for the camera. So gurly!  

 

 

At Taiping Lake. 

 

 

With my brother in Teluk Intan (Anson) where my late grandma’s hometown was.  

 

 

most of my dad’s sibling were in Teluk Intan when I was young. I didn’t get to see them so often. But I am glad we all are closely bonded nowadays.

Beside my family members in Bagan Serai, I will make effort to contact my uncles, aunties and grandaunty all over Penang, KL and The States. *Family is very very important to me.*

 

 

 

Grooooowing up. 

 

 

in four years time… me a little gal. 

 

 

 And I guess this is when I was 5,6?

 

 

the growing-up process is so unreal, me think.

:)

 

Yay!!!  

I finished my first clinical placement at St John of God Medical Clinic Pharmacy. Whole 10 weeks. The past ten weeks had been abit difficult–especially the workload!! Try to balance myself between the studies, work from placement, and work from pay job, and workload from bf *ahem* Oh yeah! and social activities!

Working as intern meaning, I receive no money. And therefore, I have to keep my pay job at other druggist outlet is extremely  tuff. Honestly speaking, I don’t mind. I wasn’t being abused as a free slave. I work with very nice people. I am very lucky compared to other people. Erm..sometimes I just can’t help so many people love me, eh?

 

 

Last day at work…had to clean up all the crap from my locker. Nothing really much. one bottle of anti-frizzy hair cream, and another bottle of anti-frizzy hair serum. Yeah!! I get STATIC hair everyday especially when I ride my scooter to work. When my hair ’stand up’, they are as hardcore as those oldies taking V*agra and they hardly wanna ‘come down’. A small bottle of perfume (Pleasure)..in case I smell too pharmaceutical. ;P 

 

 

I made a small ‘THANK YOU’ booklet for my preceptors and staff members… It has all bits and pieces of everything from everywhere and everyone. It is a small token of appreciation for them to have me over there.

For my dear readers..I hope you will like my art wrok too!

Enjoy~!!!

 

 

PHEW~! If you are still reading till this far end. I seriously love you mannn!!! Thanks for being my hardcore fan!! *hugs and kisses*–Because you are worth it, babe~!

Coffee Table is a local shop which specialised in making all soft of yummie dessert–cookie, cake, chewies etc etc. Located at Cambridge St, Floreat. It is approximately 5 minute down the road from where I work in Subiaco. 

 

 

I like doing the ‘local’ thing wherever I go. Man, you just need to ‘exhaust’ the best local food–best cakes, coffee, sausages, meat pies. They are always fantabulous! 

 

 

My personal (and ALL my other colleages) favourite from Coffee table is ‘Chinese Chew’–biscuitish, cake-ish, oatmeal. walnut, spices. Erm, a perfect combination. (No photo taken, so yeah, use your imagination *wink*) My collegeas believe ‘Chinese Chew’ is Chinse food, they want me to ‘puke’ the receipe out for them!! What?

Mind you, the onwer is not Chinese, they are true-blue. Well, I supposed people like to use Chinese thingy so it sound cool. Don’t cha rekcon?

Is like.. You see people like to tatto themselve with Chinese green gragon, Chinese character such as ‘World Peace and Love, ‘Friendship’.. How cool? And another cool thing!! Using CHOPSTICKS!!! Oh my god!! Seriously, when I go to Chinese Restaurant, and I see non-Asian using chopsticks. oh my my! That’s just so ‘ME’!! ME=cool!!!!! I always love people using chopsticks! Because I am a very chopsticks person, I even eat spagetti with chopsticks. No chopsticks=No ’shiok’ (fun).

 

 

So really, people really think Chinese (art, culture, tradition, fashion, food) is cool. Especially Beijing 2008 is approaching.. everyone wanna do some ‘Chinese’ thing. I have the vibe people will get even more chinesified by that time! People might wanna learn how to speak simple Chinese!! How cool is that!?

So bananas!! You better hurry up! If you don’t know any Chinese words  

 

 

Speaking of Chinese (cool).. guess what I’ve found right infront of the Coffee Table the other day?

A red Scooter!!!! How cute is that??

View from left. Check it out the classic look, Big head light. So 60s. Oh my Buddha!!! Don’t you just wanna hump on it??

 

 

The view from right. Oh dear! How cool is that??

 

 

If you haven’t notice my bag on the scooter…YEP!!! This is MY scooter!!!!!!!  

 

 

Red crumpler + Red Milan (the name of scooter) + ME = cool, cute Chinese.

What a complete equation and package!!

I don’t think anything can be  cooler this at this moment. AH!

Last night, I gone MAD. It was all the sudden, my adrenaline level just raised like rocket, and it went no where.

I had rather busy day yesterday– worked in the morning. ride home in the pouring rain, in my scooter, soaked wet. got changed. rushed to uni. supervised first yr student in pharm practice lab. how cool? I am supervising. and yeah, went to local Harvey Norman. rushed our way thru’ the traffic to Perth Motor Show. and. headed off for light dinner. How crazy.

I meant to be tired, exhausted, and worn out. Big time. I meant to take another hot shower, wear my Paul Frank pj, and sleep. and I didn’t.

Took off my pantyhose and skirt. And guess what? I started cleaning the house!!

 

 

I re-arranged the furniture; the computer desk was shifted from South to North (feng-shui position at home). I moved the TV aside. And everytime I moved a table, a chair, I see abit of dusk around the corner, I started vacuuming!!!

And all these happend at 12am!!!

 

 

I went even further.  

 

 

Took my bra off.. bloody hell!  The bra straps seem to like falling down toward  the end of the night. And I sucked the fish tank water out. Left 1/4. I think my gold fishes got freak out too.

 

 

I still have bits and pieces on my writting (dinning) table. 

 

 

My adrenaline level hasn’t fall down.Not just yet. I want to do cooking now.  Stir fry beef with vegetable. Marinate chicken wings. Fried rice with bacon. Cut celery for my daily fresh juice.

Yeah. I am crazy.