Seoul Food

The term “Seoul food” is overused, but then it’s hard to find a substitute as it encapsulate the essence of the food here perfectly.

 

Perhaps we were famished due to the long flight and cold weather, but I thought that our first meal at Seoul was tastiest. It was quintessential Korean food: Kimchi ramen, cheese tteokbokki (spicy rice cake) and kimbap, with a side of kimchi and cured radish.  The rice cake… was the best I had tried in my life, way superior than the one sampled in Kuching or Melbourne.

We got so infatuated with the rice cake that we had it for another 3 times. =)

Then there’s also the Korean BBQ, which we also savoured… 3 times.

Of course, Seoul is not just about the BBQ and kimchi, there’s also the colourful bibimbap;

the ginseng chicken soup and pancake

 

tasty fried chicken – original and sweet & sour

and the food I found most interesting was.. real egg cake!

The village with no car

It was a nice coincidence that I got to celebrate the start of my fourth year in service as a pharmacist with an unique ‘job’ experience.

As the title suggests, I got to follow a mobile doctor clinic to some of the rural villages near Daro.

It all started on a Monday morning with an one hour long boat trip out to the South China Sea.

Our destination is a village on an island as big as Langkawi, but as places in Sarawak generally are, a thousand times more underdeveloped.

 

Welcome to Kampung Bruit, a sleepy village on the eponymous island of Bruit, a few kilometres away from the town of Daro by boat.

Kampung Bruit is a fishing village, where there are more boats than any other forms of transportations.

During our visit, it was the prawn season, and we can see returning fishermen with their boatful of catch-of-the-day.

The village was also famous for their dried fish, which they processed in big open BBQ pits by the roadside.

 

The trip was a real eye opener, because it was quite hard for us city slickers to imagine that in the 21st century and nearly 50 years post independence era, there is still a populated place of 2000 people without piped water nor car.

The roads in Bruit were uneven and crumbling, and in places rickety bridges had to be built so that crossings are possible. The only streetlight in the whole kampung is as depicted in the photo below.

Imagine if you live in this house, and had to navigate this road to and fro everyday. Notice too the numerous blue water tanks, it was the hallmark of every single house in the village.

I was there to visit the government health clinic situated on the island, which looked like this:

 

My main role during the visit is to teach the villages how to use and better understand the medications they are taking, a campaign known as “Know your medicines”. Even though most of them are not well educated, they are quite receptive to the talk. 

The trip was a novel experience, because it added another dimension to my appreciation of how the health service works and the hardships some citizens faced just to see the doctor when they are sick.

There are just so many basic challenges they faced to get something we take for granted – accessibility to healthcare, be it the price of the boat petrol, the tide, the weather, the long journey, their lack of education and insight of their medical conditions.

We grumbled and scolded when they missed their appointments or wanted full supplies of medicine. We thought that they couldn’t care less about their diseases or are just plain lazy; but little do we pause to think or are willing to find out the reasons behind it - and the reasons can be harrowing.

I think we all need trips to places like this to get better connected to the real world and people we are serving. Only that we will realise what we should focused on in our jobs and care for our patients just a little bit more.

Who nearly killed John ak Doe?

Yesterday I reviewed the case of a middle aged Iban man who was admitted to the ward with severe hyponatriemia and hypokalaemia.

Turned out that the reason for his extremely low sodium and potassium level was that instead of being given Potassium Chloride to complement his Frusemide (a diuretic), he was erroneously given  Hydrochlorothiazide (another diuretic) tablets in a village government clinic. So basically the drugs were merrily helping him to get as much salt and water out of his body as possible for the past fortnight.

To add salt to the injury, he was actually not indicated to take Frusemide and Potassium Chloride for the past eight years as they were already stopped by a Medical Officer. However this fact was neglected by subsequent Medical Assistants who reviewed his case and happily treated him with the wrong drugs for eight long years, leaving the poor patient with reduced quality of life all these while (he complained of the need to urinate a few times in the morning due to Frusemide) and ultimately a near death experience.

Even as we thank our lucky stars that he didn’t slip away, questions had to be asked on how we collectively as healthcare professionals, let this happen. Should we just put the blame solely on the offending person who fill the meds, or is it more of a systemic error?

While doing my research study on patients here, I realised that most longhouse dwellers, despite having little ideas on what their medications are for, took them devoutly hook, line and sinker, no questions asked. They entrusted their life to us healthcare workers fully, but does we ever realise or value the trust they put on us?

Sometimes I think we are so mired in the routine-ness of our work and our busy schedule and own problems that we lose sight of the forest for the trees. We just treat the current complaint of the patients, without an iota of awareness that perhaps we need to take a step back, flipped through the whole medication file and understand the whole picture. We failed to appreciate the fact that they put their faith on us to get it right, and yet we treat them as cases to be sent out of the revolving doors of the clinic or pharmacy ASAP so that we can see the next patient and meet our waiting time Key Performance Index.

As wrong as it may sound, sometimes I wish these incidents happen or get detected more often, as it serves as a timely reminder on the real purpose of our job. No matter how good is our waiting time, how tidy our paperwork, and how much praise we get from our pencil pushing bosses for that, ultimately I think the one higher up there is judging us on how many lives we managed to save. And that is what we should constantly reflect upon and bear in our minds.

From this poor man’s misfortune, I contemplated and  learnt a valuable lesson; and by sharing it, I hoped that at least he didn’t suffer in vain.

Making decisions

Life requires a lot of decision making. And I think I’m very bad at making decisions.

Especially if the stakes are high and the decision can be life changing, or it affects others.

I realised when I need to make those decisions, I will need a lot of time to ponder about it. If an immediate decision is needed, I will flounder. Instead of focusing on the concrete points on the pros and cons of the decisions, my mind will go  blank and inconsequential thoughts will start to swim aimlessly around the pool in my brain.

It will go in circles, those thoughts. I will try to splash around, thinking of a decision which will lead to an outcome that I really want. Only that most of the time, I have no idea of what I really want. I will gnaw on a focal point of the issue like a dog stubbornly hanging on a marrowed bone, seemingly oblivious of the whole picture. A case not unlike performance anxiety. And most of the time, I will end up not being satisfied with the choices I made.

If the dateline of the decision is far off, I will take my own sweet time and procrastinate. Delay when possible. Dilly-dally. Buy time to avoid making the decision until the train is just within a whisker from me. Until its the time to jump aside or faced the prospect of being smashed into smithereens. This usually happens when I know people will get hurt or unfavourably affected due to my decisions somehow. I always pacify myself, telling myself that I did this because time is needed to make a decision that is perfect, or nearly so.

But perhaps I am just a coward, afraid to face the responsibility and consequence of my decision, trying to avoid failure all the time and  devoid of the courage to stand tall and be counted when it really matters.

Whatever it may be, I accept this weakness of mine and I think now is the time to face and slay the demon. I must learn and try to make effective and fast decisions. No procrastination. Hiding and running away should stop at once. Its time to learn to cope and be responsible.

Why am I writing this? To keep this as evidence that I had told myself this and threw myself this challenge. To perhaps one day when I revisited this blog, I can say proudly that I am now not what I used to be. To say that I had successfully slayed the big red ugly demon inside me. 

乡下点滴

好久好久没有静静坐下来收拾心情写写部落阁了。

我在这小镇常常闹纳闷，无聊， 叽里咕噜埋怨多多，但不知为何却不善用这多余的时光分享生活点滴心声。 可能没心情吧。

这几天，天空好像失恋了，乌云密布， 倾盆大雨陆续下了好几天。 有云儿逗它笑，也是偶尔的两三个时辰， 很快它又转换回阴蒙的心情。可怜的人们得受天的气。

一眨眼，半年了。我也渐渐习惯了木胶的缓慢生活节奏，懂得在宁静中悦赏淡淡的海浪声；在空闲当儿观赏点缀绿田中的鸟儿。我习惯了一个人生活。

一起床给自己一个鼓励，上班时给病人一个笑容。傍晚时分，沿着海岸跑步，陪着散发出温和热光的太阳走下山。晚上互联网成了寂寞者的饮茶室，连续剧是暂时迈进梦想迷幻世界的良伴。我的日程如盖印一般，日日复日日，日日似日日。

但在这期间，我相信我是有成长的。陌生的环境制造了许多新鲜的经验，让我大开眼界。在这乡下所得到的领悟我相信是后日可取的。新的一年，我要学得更多更好。我要掌握药剂界的所有一切，成为一级等的药剂师。不要紧，再熬多两年罢了。。

Who is in the wrong? The other side of the coin

The most viewed story in The Star today is about the apathy of two petrol kiosk attendants, resulting in the indirect death of an accident victim. Read the whole story here.

To summarise, the kiosk attendants refused to lend out their fire extinguishers to a good Samaritan who desperately need it to rescue a girl trapped in a burning vehicle. Due to their actions, the girl was subsequently burnt to death.

It is not hard to predict some minister will speak up and condemn the attitude of the two attendants tomorrow and announce some form of retributions. In fact, netizens are already condemning them online. They are, without doubt, the villains in the news.

But will they actually analyse what is actually the root of the problem? Are the petrol kiosk attendants solely to blame? Or the kiosk owner who set the instructions “not to open the door after hours”? Or the thieves who frequently target these petrol stations, making the attendants suspicious to any claims or pleads?

My two cent’s worth on this is that this incident can be primarily attributed to a failure of communication – and with that, a failure to understand human nature on the part of the good Samaritan. It may sound nasty to be condemning a person trying to do the right thing, but we need to be level-headed here.

These are excerpts from his personal note about the incident, being posted on Facebook. You can feel his anger in the first line: FUCK BHP!!!!! FUCK BHP!!!

“then i shout at him, i need it! i want it! someone is pinned inside the car and its started to burn!”

“then i started to amuk kicking the kiosk and punching the glass of the kiosk.”

“Then i start shouting and yelling at them with bad words saying dat if the girl dies you two are the murderer.”

Predictably, “then the 2nd BHP attendant shout back at me.”

As pharmacists, we know that the first rule in dealing with an angry customer is don’t lose your cool at him. Getting angry with him would only make the situation worse. No one will cooperate and nothing will be done if both sides are angry and involve in a shouting match. I know the situation was desperate, but being angry will make it worse. Anger is a primitive action that will throw all reasons and rhymes out of the window. Our mind shut down. We are focused solely on who can shout louder and not on how we can reach a solution.

The good Samaritan also failed to see things from the viewpoint of the kiosk attendants. Remember the “boy who cried wolf?” They may have previous experiences where similar request resulted in their kiosk being robbed. They may have a boss who is fierce and lack understanding. Those who worked the midnight shift usually are sole breadwinners of their house and have hungry mouths to feed. They won’t risk a sacking for a tale they can’t verify as true when their family’s survival depends on them. He didn’t search for the primary reason for their refusal.

What the Good Samaritan should had done is to calmly reason with the attendant. He should had tried address their need, to allay their fears. It was also reported that “the attendant cannot see the fire.” As seeing is believing, he should have led the attendants to a vantage where the accident can be seen.  They will surely be more willing to help if they themselves can see the incident.

Perhaps this can be a lesson on human behaviour for the good Samaritan and all of us. A lot of people will scoffed that this is an emergency and that we have no time to think straight in one.  However, understanding human nature and learning how to adapt and response to reach a favourable conclusion is what we should had practiced everyday. By the time an emergency happens, it should had been a second nature.

The Good Samaritan should be commended for doing the right thing. The only regret is that if only he had done it the right way, the outcome just might had been different.

用华文谈心声

好久没用华文书写了。忙碌无休的工作使我早已忽略了的汉字的美妙，忘了笔画的拿捏。 不知为何今日心血来潮，拿起了钢笔，抄写了一篇描述文，从新找回那些埋藏在脑海已久的回忆。写完后甚至有种津津自喜的感觉。

想当年，我是多热爱华文，虽然它始终都以冷酷的肩膀回应我。我就是喜欢在它很艰难，很有挑战性，很不容易征服。那时那种意志力好久没再露出它的头额了。。。

我正寻找着下一个值得我付出这种奋斗不休精神的计划。有了那种热情，燃烧了那把火，我的生命才会精彩。

Whew, at last managed a decent three paragraph worth of Chinese characters. Not sure whether they make sense though. Nevertheless, am proud that I still can construct some sentences in Chinese. Happy. =)

2009: Year-ender

Its the time to write another year-ender, however,  this year I’m devoid of any interesting thing to write. 2009 just  pales in comparison to the thrill of last year. If last year was a da Vinci, then this year is a black and white abstract. 

The highlight of 2009 is work, work and more work. Not that I find work tedious - conversely, I found it fun – but nonetheless there’s this monotony to it. 2/3 of this year was spent working and hopefully it is not be like this the rest of my life.

So its nearly a year since I came back form Melbourne. Overseas education – what does it translate? Are we better off compared to the locals? Well not really. But perhaps we do have a different attitude when it comes to asking questions, following orders and ways looking at things. Knowledge wise, we are more or less the same.

The beginning of the year – what distant memories it is now, was filled with the joy of doing nothing. It was a blissful period of indulging in my favourite pastime of reading and writing, knowing full well that it was likely to be the last of long holidays in my younger years.  It was punctured by a short and sweet trip to Singapore – the only time I flew this year.

Then in mid-April work began and never stops. Throughout the year I had been to many places in the pharmacy department of SGH and meet all sorts of characters. It augurs well that I had the foresight to reread Dale Carnegie the week before work starts – the peculiarity and complexity of human behaviour proves to be the main trappings at work.

My main obsession this year was to deliver the perfect presentation. It had something to do with my perfectionist streak I fear, as well as a penchant for show-boating. Public speaking serves as a good output for both. I had also joined Toastmasters for good measure, hopefully to hasten my ambition in reaching the proverbial holy grail, whatever that might be. Still got a long way to go this one..

When it comes to girls… I still wonder what I look for in the perfect one. Choosy sounds a bit harsh but well, it may be spot on.

Hopes and resolutions for the new year? Am still figuring it out when I had the time. Time is a premium currently, and it had been a tight balance between work and play. But of course there was still time for a good book… and in case you are wondering why my English sounds so English, it probably rubbed off Jeffery Archer’s latest paperback. I had spent the last three days sinfully polishing off the 500+ odd pages…

Anyway, hope you all had a swell 2009 and may 2010 prove to be a better year. 

A throw of dice?

 

The two groups of children are roughly the same age: cute, big eyed, cherubic cheeks with just a hint of baby fat. Just like an unfinished masterpiece. They exude a sense of purity, of vulnerability that will melt the heart of whoever set sight on them.

Yet they couldn’t be more different.

For those on the left were an award-winning choir members flown in from KL; those on the right, children suffering from cancer.

Those on the left were resplendent in their Santa hats and smart red-and-black vests; standing upright rendering Christmas cheers in heavenly voices.  Those on the right were dressed in shapeless green smocks, their head shiny domes, listening passively.

Those on the left are here to give, those on the right, receive.

What makes them different? What makes them the anointed one to give; and conversely, one to receive, when in theory all children were born equal?

Surely not more than a throw of dice. Fate dealt a hand, and one find him/herself on one side, the other find him/herself on the other side of the divide.

And just by that, the rest of their lives are different.

Life is unfair. But surely, mentally and spiritually, both sides gained something from this visit, because even me as a bystander, learnt something new. 

Six months

October sixteenth was the day where I passed my sixth month mark of my year as a provisionally registered pharmacist (PRP).

Half of the road travelled and am I none the wiser?

Come to think of it, this half a year had been an enriching experience, in terms of pharmacy knowledge, human relationship, work politics and keeping a right frame of mind for the job.

I remembered starting my work in the Out-patient pharmacy (OPD) a picture of blur-ness, not helped by the marketplace like scene.  OPD was madness then, the baskets of prescriptions piling high, the pharmacy people having harassed look, patients, frowns of impatience. 

That’s what happens behind the scene in OPD the middle of the night…

Six months down the road, I found myself in OPD again, this time seeing mirror images of myself writing down notes  on things to learn tonight, flipping through books, asking questions. Ah new PRPs…they never cease to amaze. Me? well, I am a little bored now, feeling mechanical dispensing yet another paracetamol or benadryl. Just trying my best to keep the smile on my face going. Knowledge had improved leaps and bounds – its all about experience. But of course, it is still a process of continuous learning.

Office politics is all dirty, with half-baked rumours of back stabbing and two-faced people constantly flying in the air. Everything you did is tagged with an evil motive by green eyed monsters.  Being neutral is hard – genuine friend or spy from the other camp? Guess just need to survive as best as I can. Diseases of the human mind are more complicated than the sum of the diseases caused by all those little bacteria and viruses. Why can’t everyone just be friends…

Pills are now my best friends…

Me? Just going to work everyday in a cheery mood. I need to go work anyway, why choose to be in a bad mood? Amidst all this hocus-pocus I still find work fun. It feels great to be able to help people managing their medications and life better everyday. In the end, this is what pharmacists are trained to do – making a difference in the lives of the sick. Okay politically correctly, the medically deranged.   

So my views or wishes or outlook for the other half of the journey? Bring it on!

Lanterns.Cameras.Food for thought

The moment I stepped into the park, I can feel the first prangs of regret.

For even at the ungodly time of 11pm, The Malaysia-Chinese Friendship Park was filled to the brim with colourful lanterns and people.  

Imagine this, beautifully sculptured red Chinese gazebo next to green bamboo trees that were dotted with lanterns of myriad colours; people of all shapes sitting, strolling, laughing and chatting all around and soft smoke billowing in the background. All this bathed by the big round moon in all its shining glory.

The ultimate scenery for a good snap. And I didn’t bring my camera.

But obviously a lot of people didn’t forget theirs. Shutterbugs in droves paraded their toys, one bigger than the other. Snap snap snap, busy fingers trying to capture the moment in bytes and bits, to be stored and reminisced sometime in the future.

A bunch of sour-grapes I am not, but are we not better be living in the present rather than saving the present for the future? In our fascination of taking photos, are we not living the moment in real life but rather behind lens and apertures and lightings? How can one drink in the whole scene, with all five senses behind the bulky frame of a camera?

Sans a camera, I did my best to store the whole picturesque scene into my memory. I see the lantern swaying gently in the soft breeze, feel the cosy heat  from the candles, hear the carefree laughter of kids. It enriched my experience. I feel contented. Happy to have witnessed such amazing random arrangement of things and people that create this smorgasbord of senses.

But yet, I couldn’t channel and share it wholly with you. Even I wrote the whole scene in a thousand words, using the most beautiful words, picturing it will still be akin a puzzle in the process of being pieced together, broken and incomplete. Only a camera taken picture can ensure a grasp comes out from your mouth, a breathtaking ‘wow’, a murmur of praise for the beauty of the night, a yearning wish that you were here in the matter of seconds.  

Perhaps taking a photo then is really an ultimate case of selfless sharing, an action of forsaking the fulfilment of your five senses at that time for the enrichment of others not there. How noble is that!

Nevertheless, perhaps it is good sometimes to take in the world not from behind the camera lens. =)

This mooncake festival was also the first time in 6 years that I spent it with my family. We had a feast with lanterns as the backdrop.

The only dish that I cooked was the pork with salted fish. My and my housemates in Melbourne used to eat this a lot as it was LamTK’s signature dish.

Ahh.. brings out the memories. The good old days.. How I miss them!

Anyway, Happy Mid-Autumn festival.

Down Memory Lane

Last week, my mum uncovered something interesting: a yellow manila folder containing each and every one of my primacy school semester exam papers.

This was the very first semester exam I set for, nearly 17 years ago.

Chinese Language. 11 May 1992.  Not a bad start.

Mathematics. 12 May 1992. Oops. A bit downhill.

Moral Education. 13 May 1992.  Getting worse.

If you doubt the authenticity, here’s the prove that it’s really my paper. Notice my name? And the year?

 

Hmm was there only 3 subjects? I didn’t remember much about the first semester exams. Guess it was too long ago. The only thing I remember about it was the aftermath.

The whole class was sitting down in groups around square tables. Along each side of the table there was a long chair which seats two student each. Yeah, that’s how we were sitting last time,  8 students to a square.

The teacher was asking the class. “Who do you think got 1st place in class?” Names were brandied around . I remember suggesting a name (alas, I forgot who). The teacher shook her head. Then a guy named Alan say out my name. And yes its me! Haha that’s why I remembered it clearly I guess. But then, the innocent me never really thought about academic excellence. It’s more like enjoying what I was studying. It was much later, I think in primary 3 or 4 when I started to have that academic competitive edge.

But I do remember the semester 2 exams in Primary One. I was down with measles that time, so I only went to the exam one week after. I had the exam in the staff room, sitting next to my form teacher on her table. I had curious teachers looking at me. One even ask my form teacher “is this your son?”

Come to think of it, I remembered quite a number of events and incidents that happened in primary one. Like who was sitting next to me and my impression of him (I thought he was quite scruffy because he was picking his nose). He also forgot to bring his pencil box, so I lent him a pencil. I remembered the girl who peed in class and the guy who excreted faeces in class. I remembered who is the class monitor. The name of the teacher. The girl who was accused of stealing from the canteen etc.

Can’t believe 17 years had passed since then. It was like reminiscing the start of a marathon when I had already passed the finishing line. But it was fun. Anyway I thought I just wrote it down here so that I can reflect upon it in the event I got dementia or amnesia later in life. Memories carved in words.

A reminiscence of years gone by…

February was always a month of excitement and trepidation. For the end of February signifies the commencement of the new University year, where I would take two different planes for an arduous twelve hours journey to Melbourne from my hometown.

For the three years before last, the month was spent frantically buying new clothing and stationeries, as well as saying goodbyes to friends and family.

Melbourne always received me with warmth, the simmering heat not unlike those in my hometown. I always went to Uni the day after I touched down at Tullamarine.

It was indeed the feeling of returning to a second home when I spotted the huge familiar blue signboard proudly announcing the faculty. I had seen it grow and its name changed, and took photos with it every year.

Then and now (the first picture taken in 2005, the second 2008). Compare the size of the signboard!

It was always pleasant to go through the whole campus on my first day back, smelling the colorful flowers at the foyer just outside the Sissons building; casting an incredulous look at the dry unkempt looking grass at the sidewalk (why on earth it’s still there!!); prancing through corridors peppered with colourful notice boards; scrambling up the flight of stairs to the lecture theatres. There were always small surprises. During my second year, snakes and fishes appeared in the cafeteria. During my third, the library shifted to a small alcove and the lecture theatres got a makeover. During my fourth, Sigma Room became a virtual pharmacy, and we got a fourth building!

This colourful flower bed used to be in front of the Sissons building.

Then in the lecture theatre, there would be the reacquainting part, hearing friends taking about their holidays, spotting those who had new haircuts or wardrobe makeovers. Without fail, there will always be at least one new pharmacy couple. When the lecturer entered, I would be trying my hardest to concentrate in lectures, trying to make my long dormant brain to work again, hoping to extend the duration I adhere to my new year resolutions by one more day. Later we will spill out to the cafeteria, where we congregate at the round table exchanging gossips and checking out the newbies.

The lecture theatre after refurbishment.

But unfortunately, this year, there’s no more going back to look forward to. For time had caught up with me and I had graduated. This February, I sit wistfully at home, half a world away, looking with envy as friends in Facebook heralded the oncoming University year.

Oh, how I wish I can re-live it all over again! Now what were left are a few photos, but alas, even though they tell a thousand words each, they can’t capture the whole essence of my University experience. They were nothing, but fragments of memories.

And to all my friends, enjoy your new year in Parkville! Hope the new year will be good fun and a source of good memories that will accompany you throughout your life.

On a wing and a prayer

At 1540 hrs today, I will board a MAS flight into the unknown.

After spending four years in Melbourne, it is time to go home and serve the citizens of Malaysia.

23 February 2005, I reached Melbourne full of enthusiasm and youthful exuberance, cherishing my good fortune landing a chance to study overseas. I still remember walking around the perimeter of Melbourne cemetery the next day where Yong Chin exclaimed "Can you believe it? We are actually here!"

Can you believe it? At this moment, I am leaving Melbourne for good. Gosh, four years seems so long but was actually quite short. A lot of friends asked me "you will come back here right?" To tell the truth I don't know. I would like to, but the thought of moving my butt and shifting my belongings are enough to make me think twice. Or Thrice.

One friend said "I always thought you have a long term goal on what to achieve in life." But the fact is, I don't. I am still searching and wondering what to do with my post-Uni life. Failure to plan equals planning to fail? Hopefully that doesn't apply to me.

Most of my peers had already commenced their trainee-ship year, putting their knowledge to good use and learning more stuffs. It's so ironic that they have a job before officially graduating whereas I am still as free as a bird after going through the whole ceremony.  I will only be starting the process of applying for a pharmacy job in Malaysia when I got back. God knows when will I officially get a job and where I would be sent. Will it be weeks or months? Hopefully inefficiency had been stamped out in Malaysia. 

But in the short term, There are also so many things to do, so many things to readjust and relearn. Like learning to speak and write in Malay and Chinese after four years of neglect. I don't want the only thing I can say to Malay patients are: "Satu hari makan dua biji. Tak makan, mati, makan banyak, juga mati." And also refreshing my memories of all the Pharmacy info I should know to do justice to the Certificate I so painstakingly earned.

But whatever the future holds, the fact remains that a Bachelor of Pharmacy degree supposedly open doors to a bright and secure future. And that I fervently pray, is the truth.

In the meantime, to everyone in Melbourne whom I had met, thank you for the memories.

Say Goodbye...

我期待 有一天我会回来

回到我最初的爱 回到童贞的神采

我期待有一天我会明白

明白人世的至爱 明白原始的情怀

我情愿 分合的无奈 能换来春夜的天籁

我情愿 现在与未来 能充满秋凉的爽快

SAY GOODBYE SAY GOODBYE

前前后后 迂迂回回地试探

SAY GOODBYE SAY GOODBYE

昂首阔步 不留一丝遗憾

我情愿 分合的无奈 能换来春夜的天籁

我情愿 现在与未来 能充满秋凉的爽快

SAY GOODBYE SAY GOODBYE

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SAY GOODBYE SAY GOODBYE

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SAY GOODBYE SAY GOODBYE

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