♥ Aimi Noor ♥

Hi. I’m on my night shift now and I planned on writing about some life updates. Currently I had finished my PRP journey (houseman for pharmacist). Called as FRP : fully registered pharmacist.  Many of you might wonder what I do after finishing that horrendous time of my life quarrelling with inner peace and miserable mind.  Let me tell you this. PRP is the time when you need to learn so quick so fast and at the same time full filling the logbook requirements. Sometimes you got so fucked up and you flipped everything on the table.  “Persetankan logbook”.  “Lantak sana”  “IDGAS anymore dude”  Yeah. It feels like that, unutterable. Nobody knows but a prp.  But on top of that, we do learn quite a lot. :)  When everything’s over, we’re dwelling in a more emotionally stable conditions, a better time to recap the basics.  Best!  So at night, I find some time to read back the guidelines, the bluebook on common drug doses and frequency, on the MO...

Almost berhari-hari aku menghitung kira belanja sesuatu event. Itu berapa ini berapa sampai runsing satu kepala.  Berkira-kira untuk mencukupkan atau sengaja untuk diadakan atas alasan “orang lain buat”, “tapi kebiasaannya kan ya gitu”.  Lumrah. Ppl putting definitions to things that evolve surround them. I used to hate it, until I do what ppl called as kerja kahwin, I HATE IT EVEN MORE! -__-  Putting definitions to things like “eh tak kahwin lah takde pelamin”, “baju pengantin kena extra, blink2”, itu kena ada ini kena ada. You put a definitive measure on something that makes it unnecessarily necessary. Got what i mean?  Sampailah satu hari aku berkata “ah takpayah bagi doorgift. Makan dah percuma, nak bagi hadiah lagi.” Wah. Kedekut ya ampun.  Then adik aku kata “kak, alahh tengok apa fate of doorgift after majlis. Buang. But this time, you give what you wanted to give, on whatever value it has. In the act of giving, the intentions are deemed. It doesn’t matte...