Why so chiong hei!?? If I were a doctor I wouldn’t like receiving a letter like that. Do pharmacists really write up such long reviews to their patient’s doctors??

I really don’t feel like writing that on tuesday morning. lazy lazy lazy me.

I’m still kind of like… whatever.

Now I fear I sound like C’s housemate. =.=”

Aniwae. I think I need help.

Help in any form~

I need help from someone who can maybe stop me from eating so much junk. Help me to figure out what exactly I’m doing now because I really don’t know. Help me find some sort of motivation to study like I used to. Help me make better use of my 24 hours in a day. Help me find out who to trust and who not to. Help me find real friends. Help me keep real friends. Help me improve my social skills etc etc etc.

There’s so much I need help with because at the moment I’m feeling like a lost case.

Do you think I need a psychologist?

———–

Someone shoot me. I’ve just spent the last 15 mins or so browsing beyondblue.com

=.=

But you know what? There’s a page on ‘ways of managing stress’ and ‘how to deal with a bad day’. And strangely enough, I can literally read through the page and just tick off points that I’ve been trying to do.

- Getting enough sleep *tick* (well, I try. Especially on weekends)
- Keeping Active *tick* (Again, I try. I walk a lot in the city, especially to chinatown. I try to continue jogging. and I work. That’s one of the main reasons why I’m staying at work. Because it keeps me constantly on my feet)
- Reducing alcohol and other drugs *tick* (well, Im not a big drinker in the first place. And I don’t take drugs!)
- Catch up with friends *tick* (been doing that a lot. I go out of the way to find excuses to stay out with people I know~ just because I don’t want to go home)
-Plan to do at least one enjoyable activity every day (I’m sure playing the guitar is counted. Oh, did I mention in the past couple of weeks I actually took out my clarinet and gave that a go too? I printed off some new music a while ago. )

I’m doing everything BUT things that I’m SUPPOSED to do, and things that I NEED to do. Like… housework, and study.

so once again- shoot me!

This is my second post in a row. I couldn’t figure out how to fit this in my previous entry, so here’s another one.

You know how I said I slept really well last night? Well, I had interesting dreams too. To a certain extent I felt like it was worth sleeping in just for my dreams…

My grandmother was in it at one point. I was back in Kuantan, or somewhere around there (i mean, it didn’t look like Kuantan, but I thought it was) and I was getting presents because my birthday was coming up, and we were all together so might as well celebrate early i guess~ i got a new hairdryer from my grandmother (It had an interchangeable (colour) bag that was all soft and squishy like a cushion!). The strangest thing, but i was excited. She always knows what I want and like. I mean, I’m not looking for a hairdryer with a cushion as a bag~ but i mean…. ok. nevermind. no point explaining. it’s a dream! Although a new hairdryer would be good. :P My sister got me a new external HD, which somehow looks like the samsung omnia, and functions like an itouch. Weirdness. And that was it. End of story. I don’t know why there wasn’t anyone else involved even though the family was all there~

Then later on I dreamt about ballroom dance. I guess cuz I’ve been talking to people a bit about it, and the first class is this saturday. But this dream I had was strange to the max. It wasn’t at uni, it was at a dance studio. With a bunch of professionals conducting the class. The strangest thing is that it wasn’t even ballroom. It was a little bit… contemporary/jazz… There were students from little children 4-5 to adults 40-50 years old. The class was massive. At least 50 people. We had to split into groups. For some reason, I was just watching and not actually taking part because I was there last year and apparently they had other things planned for us. So I watched from the sidelines feeling very glad I didnt have to participate cuz the dance moves were strange. I don’t know where I got some of these ideas from. The end.

Later on again… I was outside. there’s a high fence on which I was sitting on. I didn’t know anyone but it was a bit like club med you know… you got a harness and we could swing from one side to the other. I don’t know how to explain. But it was fun. Up on that high fence, the view was also pretty amazing, So after I was done with all the swinging, i just wanted to sit and enjoy the view. But no one else wanted to. They thought it was quite stupid (they even thought the swinging was stupid). Someone even tried sabotaging me and messing up the area I was planning to sit on. I refused to be put off so I cleaned up the area and sat there anyay. So they all left and I was sitting alone. Which I thoroughly enjoyed although I was feeling a bit sorry for myself. The end.

And that’s all I remember from my weird dreams last night.

Any dream interpreters around? I probably need some psychological help. o.O

stressed. So I’m chomping on a (very squished) Cadbury Wispagold bar. Never seen it before. Sticker on it said it’s ‘made in the United Kingdom’. Quite nice actually. Sweet. But duh, its supposed to be. A bit like ‘bubbly’ on the bottom with caramel on top. I didn’t know it was so fragile, so I left it in my bag, and after a couple of days, it’s now a pancake-wispagold bar… I mean, if i put a snicker bar under the same condition, it wouldn’t be that badly squished. So I wasn’t used to it.

OK. I’m not a calorie counting person, it says on the bar how many calories it was…

I guess it was good that I went for that jog earlier today. Might cover a bit of that calories I’m currently consuming.

Funny how blogging has changed our(my) society. Without blogs, how often would we publicly analyse our actions and personality? How often would we publicly announce how we really feel about someone without the person actually being addressed? How would I share a silly little story with so many people at once? 

ugh. sticky.

or should i say… I was wrong.

:S

AP has SO MUCH STUFF!!

I don’t know how much we’re supposed to know…

You know what?

In a way I’m quite glad we had the whole series of extremely boring lectures on Diabetes. We’ve done so much with diabetes. Or so I feel…. so although those lectures took up so much time, there really isn’t very much to study for it. I think. Which means not every lecture is packed with stuff (like pharmaco or MCBT!) and not every lecture is hard to study for. That’s good.

For now, I’m avoiding the difficult stuff. The cardiovascular stuff scares me. And musculoskeltal stuff… I’m scared to look at them too. It’s already 3am =S I’ve only got tomorrow left.

And Stupan’s notes has nothing useful in them. Which should tell me immediately- READ THE Therapeutic Guidelines!

But the TG has so much stuff in it! (obviously, stuff im SUPPOSED TO KNOW)

So instead, I’m just reading her notes and telling myself that if I do badly in that test it’s not my fault really. I shouldn’t blame myself for being dumb. Her notes were useless. How can she expect us to know stuff she didn’t teach?? right??

WRONG.

Well, maybe right about the last part. But stupans won’t care. It’ll all come down on Me.

In the end, who suffers? ME. (or my dad… tuition fees aren’t cheap. =S)

Agh… what am I still doing here???

ok.

concentration level: -1/10

when i was studying for MCBT i think my concentration level was at about… 7/10 it really was quite good. 2 days of serious cramming. And suddenly the steam blew away.

Agh. im going INSANE. wth am i doing on the blog?

how much of pharmaceutics do we need to know anyway!?

I’m SO depending on common sense and practical/tutorial/counselling knowledge to pass this test. (oh, and the one question on diffusion calculation. THERE BETTER BE ONE. Although I can’t figure out how 18 fits into the range of 7 and 10 either… i swear this discussion happened on FACEBOOK. yea thats how sad (some of)us pharmacy students are. we’re discussing the course not only on the discussion board, but also on facebook.)

Seriously. Go read the last boring lecture now. It’s almost 5am ok.

Freedom in 12 hours.

are pro at wasting time.

I haven’t spoken to him so much … ever.

But since swat vac started and we’re supposed to be studying, all of a sudden there’s so much crap to talk about. Especially when it’s 3am in the morning. Insane.

Oh, did I mention bro and I had grilled salmon for dinner tonight? With grilled sweet potatoes and asparagus. The asparagus cost me about $3, the fish $7, um… lets just say the sweet potato and lemon (for seasoning) was about $1 in all. So total cost was $11. For 2 serves of big salmon.

So apart from the now very fishy smelling living room (Thankfully neither my room nor my brother’s room smells of fish, strangely enough~), and almost setting off the fire alarm cuz the grill makes things smokey :S and taking up lots of time trying to cook (cuz the grilling thing was a bit small, and we had to cook them all individually and it takes time!), dinner was Good and definitely cheap for its quality.

FISH! and i bought it for half price from woolies today cuz its a sunday evening i think… so the salmon was about $13 a kilo rather than the usual $26.

enough rambling man. seriously. ugh.

hurdd ejsy?  s ejpkr fsu hpmr snf o hsbrmy fpmr smutjomh!

my mnid is no lngoer caabple of ahnytig choernet.

*not to be read by little kids- ie cousins…*

ok so last night was a very eventful night. I guess working at hours like that, it’s bound to be somewhat eventful.

Then again this story has got nothing to do with it being 3am in the morning at work~ I apologise before I start telling my story. I suggest you don’t read it but im going to write anyway. I saw this lady with the strangest looking boobs. (sorry for people who weren’t expecting my story about boobs) but seriously. they were strange. Not Fake kind of strange. but it looks… deflated?! I dont know how to explain it… but ill try. You know how normally they’re like… uh… water balloons. most ppl have rounded boobs. Like actual rounded squishy boobs. But this lady… it was like… uhm… youknow fillet meats… so there’s substance, they’re not completely pancake-like, but they’re thin. so it just kind of flops over… and while normal ‘cleavage’ looks something like a valley… this one is like um… an empty river (!?). Like, you can clearly see the lines where her flat boobs are sagging. it’s really kinda gross and weird. and she wasn’t even old! thats the weird thing. I know you’re probably thinking wth am I looking at women’s boobs. but sometimes you really can’t help it when someone comes in with a REALLY LOW cut top and weird boobs. And they’re leaning over the counter to make orders and stuff…

OK enough about that.

There was another fight at HJ. someone said something which lead to one guy shoving another guy and the fight was about to start when friends tried restraining them and then the security guy brought them outside and things just ended after lots of shouting.

Then a while later something else happened outisde… There was a screaming lady and then a man with a bloody face. I don’t know who started what… but looks like the lady was screaming at lots of people and somehow the man got injured. Behind the counter, I don’t get to see much… So i never know what really happens~ BUt what normally happens is that everyone turns to take a look at whats going on and service stops for a few seconds cuz even the customers aren’t paying attention anymore.

Then there was a drunk guy who passed out outside and a couple of girls got worried and came to tell me aobut him and was wondering if we should call security or the manager to do something about it cuz he seemed to be alone… on the ground… in the little alleyway…

Then D came in with his friend celebrating his friend’s 21st bday. first impression was wow- d actually has FRiends. But his friends are just as idiotic as him. jumping around and knocking people to the ground. And when d introduced him to me, his friend asked for a “Steamy threesome” that idiot. D tried to be all noble and gentlemanly and was saying things like ‘oh, dont worry about him, he’s drunk’. but D wasnt very sober himself. he looked all smug and had like ‘yea i have friends and they are awesome’ written all over his face.

sorry im just being a bit of a bitch right now cuz i suddenly remembered and it pissed me off.

when it got to about 4am… My brain wasn’t working anymore. I think I gave out a free burger… BUt I swear i’ve seen the guy order something… So maybe I jsut gave out the wrong order… bu then what happened to His order? there shouldbe a spare burger sitting around… but there wasn’t. So i had to ask kitchen to make another one for my customer :S and they’re like ‘I already made one! why you need another one!??” ><

The entire night I felt like having fries… Ppl kept on eating in front of me! but i finished work at 5am. so no fries for me at that time! Im so proud i restrained

Um… i think i’ve ran out of stories for now.

back to bacterial infections…